(Chapter 2.
Thank you so much to Lilybolt for your review on chapter 1. I'm really glad you like the story so far.
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I don't own Supernatural.)
Sam really could've cared less about imaginary numbers. All he wanted to do was sleep. He had been up until eleven O' clock doing homework that he had put off then was to wired up from caffeine from the monster that he drank to sleep, he finally drifted off at one O'clock only to have his alarm blast out 'Ruby Tuesday' at five O' clock. Yeah, his classes today where going to be a blast. Pulling himself back to the classroom Sam sighed and tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying. Right about then Sam really wished his brother was there. As annoying as Dean could be at times right about then he'd be doing something to keep Sam awake. More then likely flicking his ear or shooting spit wads at him. Annoying as hell, but at least Sam wouldn't be nodding off.
"Blah, blah, blah." Mrs. Bergh said, well no, not really but that's what it sounded like to Sam. He took out his notebook and pretending he was taking notes he started a letter to Dean to keep himself awake.
Dear Dean,
Hey. How are you? I'm doing pretty good. Board as hell though, really wish you were here to keep me awake through this lecture about imaginary numbers, learning about them is about as much fun as being wendigo bait. Anyway, how's dad? Is he still angry at me? I hope not.
Yesterday a group of kids, myself included, went to the beach and had a cook out. It was pretty fun. One of the guys had an impala, a different year and colour though. His was blue and I want to say it was a 1970 year but I'm not 100%. Anyway, after the party died down a little I took a beer and sat on the hood of it, the car I mean, and looked up at the stars, like we use to do. I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I knew I was waking up to a beach sunrise with no one else around and seagulls looking at me like I might be breakfast for them. Makes me wonder how exactly they got me off the hood. I'm pretty sure I would've woken up if they pushed me off or if I fell off….guess it doesn't matter.
Anyway, the teacher's looking at me so I guess I better start taking notes for real and not pretending to or I'll get yelled at.
Stay safe ok.
Your brother,
Sam.
Sam tore it out of his notebook and folded it up. Sticking it into his folder for safe keeping he sighed yawned again and started taking notes. He'd put the letter into the shoe box when he got home.