Time Stamp: 1/29/16

A/N: Writers block is my enemy. I almost deleted the story and waited till I got more story ideas.

Summary: Blake and Dean go to a bookstore when Blake wants more books. There, he meets a sort of obscure author and Dean gets bored while there.

Thirty Minutes Into The Future

Blake was seething. Dean was sure he never saw the fifteen year old so pissed off before and it was a little unsettling.

Blake started, "how?" He pulled at his hair and flailed his arms around, while pointing.

Dean asked, "how what?" He was holding the signed book.

"How is it possible that you can get us banned from some place in thirty minutes?" Blake demanded, while still flailing his arms.

"It's only for two weeks. No big deal," Dean stated. Blake lowered his arms and looked at him. He realized something, "oh." Dean found himself thinking, where's Ron Simmons at when you need him? He could faintly hear Ron Simmons saying, 'damn.'

Blake looked at the ground and nodded.

Dean figured that Blake was going back to that Place. The Place where Blake seemed to withdrawal into himself and feel guilty over nothing that wasn't his fault. For example, his mom's car getting stolen, then finding out that they weren't getting it back or money from it or his teacher getting fired.

"I'll admit it. It was kind of funny." Blake admitted and Dean smiled. "But it seems like I can't take you anywhere, nowadays."

Dean patted his chest, "hurtful."

Blake shrugged and started heading to the car.

Thirty Minutes Ago

Dean noticed the picture first, "Blake, look at the size of this freaking bear. I bet it dwarfs Big Show and Braun Strowman. I bet it even dwarfs Brock Lesnar."

Blake had to look at the picture. He sighed, "it's a bear, Dean. Of course it would make them look small in comparison."

"You suck the fun out of everything," Dean said.

The teen smiled, "I'm pretty sure that's why I was born. When I step into a room, it's like everyone just stops having fun." He noticed a guy sitting at a table.

There was a stack of books on the table and he was looking dejected. He recognized the book cover from a book that he had read in the mental hospital. At least the workers allowed him to have a book to read and didn't worry about him trying to kill himself with it, somehow.

He walked over and looked at the book, trying to make sure that it was correct. He smiled, "you know, I read your book. I sort of wished the character, Daniel, was in it more. My best friend, Dylan, read your book. He was confused on why the sentence just stopped," Blake explained to Mark Hills. "I told him that the character just died and since she was the narrator, there was no reason to continue. My other friend Alex said that you had no clue how to end the book."

"That is an interesting take," Mark said.

"Alex isn't a book fan," Blake said.

"When I was your age, back in middle school, I wasn't a fan of books either," Mark said.

Blake stared and heard Dean laughing. "I'm fifteen."

Mark's face turned red, "I'm sorry. I just thought—"

Blake waved it off, "that's okay. I know I look young. My face is babyish and my hair is long." He noticed how Dean was holding books and was placing them on a different bookshelf.

Mark looked at Dean and then at Blake. "Is that—?"

"My older cousin," Blake explained and Mark looked at Blake, confused. "My mom and his mom are really close friends. In fact, his mom babysat my mom."

"I see," Mark said, nodding.

Blake smiled sheepishly, "I'll go see what he's doing." He walked over to see what Dean was up to. "What the heck are you doing?"

"Putting the Twilight Saga in the Horror Section," Dean explained. "Once I finish this, I'm going to put the Fifty Shades' books in the Horror Section too."

Blake nodded, "okay." He went back to the author signing booth. "He's just moving books around."

Mark noticed Blake's arms. "Those are some interesting scars."

Blake looked at them, "yeah."

Should I tell him or should I not tell him? He's just a stranger. Then again I told other strangers what I had done, Blake debated. "I used to self-harm." He admitted and looked at Mark. "That's why I liked your character Daniel. I sort of related to him, except for that romance stuff."

Mark was a little stunned to be honest. What brought this kid, a really nice kid down that path? "That's what I was hoping for."

Blake took a book from the stack and handed it to Mark. "Can you sign this, please?" He smiled and Mark nodded. He took the book and signed it. "Thank you."

Blake looked over to see that Dean was talking to a worker. The next thing he knew, Dean shoved the books off the shelves and started running. "Run, Blake!" Dean shoved more books off the shelves as he ran.

Blake looked at Mark, who was giving him a strange look. "This is why I can't take that guy anywhere."

"Run!"

Blake face-palmed and shook his head.

Mark nodded and said, "it seems like it."

There was the sound of books clattering to the ground. Blake wondered how long it took to stock those shelves that Dean was demolishing. There was a thump. "I think he flipped a table over."

"It sounded like it," Mark said.

Blake looked at Mark, "and this is why I have issues."

"If I had a cousin like that, I would have issues too," Mark said.

"I'm lucky that my whole family wasn't here," Blake said. "I can't take them anywhere either."

"Sounds like you have quite the family there," Mark said and looked at Blake.

"You should've seen us when all meet my therapist. I think they nearly brought the poor woman to tears," Blake said. He saw Dean shoving books off the shelves as workers chased after him. "I'll be right back. I have to go yell at him." He chased after Dean, yelling, "Dean! Stop knocking books off of the shelves!"

One Hour Into The Future

Christina looked at her son as he walked by the TV. "How did your day go?"

"Thirty minutes," Blake said. He continued, "thirty minutes was all it took to get us banned from the bookstore."

"How long are you banned?" Christina asked.

"For two weeks," Blake stated. He opened the book cover and pointed at the autograph. "At least I got this book autographed."

"That's good," Christina said, with a smile.

A/N: Well, this seems shorter than the others, but it was fun to write.

Only Dean can get banned from somewhere it thirty minutes.