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This was a unique form of pain, a double-edged sword straight through the heart. It was the duel feeling of both betrayal and rejection of a lover as well as the pain of loosing a family member. The papers were signed; Dean was now free to leave Sam. Without the legal binds of the contract Sam could feel his brother slipping through his fingers, even as they remained in the same room. It was silent while Dean packed, a million unsaid words hanging in the air. Forgotten "I love you's", whispers of goodbye. Yet, Sam watched the careful hands of his lover fold each shirt delicately before laying it to rest in a black suitcase lying on the floor. Somehow, it felt like a dream, something imagined, something that would disappear a moment before the final breath was drawn. Sam was half convinced that this was a nightmare, something he had simply conjured from his subconscious, a warning as to what he may lose. Really, he was losing everything that had ever mattered, letting go of his one stronghold.

"It doesn't have to be like this, Sammy." Dean didn't look up from his packing, his voice deep and rough.

"You're leaving, what else could it possibly be?" Sam sounded bitter; he could hear the lemon in his voice.

"It could be that I honestly can't stay here." Dean looked up at Sam, his bright eyes burning through his soul.

"I'm sorry it was so unbearable for you, I'm sorry you had to be with me." Sam could feel the sting of tears, feeling like a scolded child.

"Sam, it doesn't have to be like this" Dean was beginning to repeat himself, for a moment Sam wondered if his mind had simply substituted the words, as though he were missing some grand point. "Come with me." It wasn't a request.

"I can't just leave everything." Sam could feel shock slither down his spine to mix with the cold feeling of fear.

"Leave everything? What do you have here? Let me tell you exactly what you have. You have an absent father who doesn't care, a mother who can't stand to look at you, fake friends, and every material possession a teenager could ever dream of. You don't have a life, you have a Barbie dream house. Well, guess what? I'm done playing dolls. Either you can come with me, or you can stay and play the role of bitchy Ken who was dumped by Barbie." Dean was staring at him as though he had revealed some great truth, a hidden secret that Sam had simply ignored for his entire life. In truth, Sam was more than aware.

"Guess what?" Sam couldn't help the smile that stretched across his lips.

"What?" Dean looked hopeful and wounded all at the same time.

"You just admitted to being Barbie." Sam couldn't help the giggles the escaped his lips, his finger coming up to point at his brother.

"Come on, I'm gay and even I know that Barbie is prettier than Ken." Dean was smiling to, holding back a chuckle as he through the last shirt into the bag. "So tell me Ken, are you ready to break free of this dollhouse."

"Maybe, but before I agree to anything I need to know something. It is a very serious matter." Sam forced himself to pull on a straight face, failing for a moment before collecting himself once more.

"What's that, Sammy?" Dean looked unimpressed, although his brow was slightly pinched with worry.

"Do you have some weird doll fetish I should know about…?" Sam laughed before moving to stand as close as his body would allow to Dean, thigh-to-thigh, chest-to-chest.

"Maybe, you may just have to learn to deal with it." The kiss was natural, the smooth kind of electricity that slides down your chest and into your soul.

XOXO

Change was always difficult for Sam, something that is difficult to grasp and even harder to let go. Change is the type of thing that his money allowed him to avoid. Yet, as he stared at his private school for the last time in the morning light he couldn't help the wave of excitement in his stomach. This would be the last time he would ever see this school in the morning sun, the last time he would pull into the parking lot crowded with sports cars. It was the last time he would pretend to be anything other than himself. This was it; this was the end of high school. Sure, he would still graduate, his father would probably mail the certificate, and yeah his father's money would allow him to live comfortably for the rest of his life, but he would be free. Dean and he would find happily ever after, they would run away and it would all be okay. No, it would be better than okay, it would be perfect.

"Sam!" Chad's voice snapped him from his haze, calling to him from across the hall.

"Hey man, s'up?" Sam nodded, pulling his chin up ever so slightly as he screamed across the swarming hall.

"Chilling, you know how it is in the morning around here. Plus, I just met with Katie, erm, Ms. Cassidy. Things are, uh, they are better. I think she might actually forgive me, thank god, 'cause I was like two minutes away from blowing my brains out." Chad shrugged, Sam staring at him with wide eyes.

"Dude, don't say shit like that." Sam shook his head, resisting the temptation to roll his eyes. "I have something to tell you."

"Yeah, you and Dean having butt babies together?" Chad raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Um, ew, no. But, it is about Dean. We are running away so to speak. We're leaving after school today." Sam shrugged, looking at his shoes as he kicked along the tiled floor.

"Wait. Stop. Repeat. You are running away with your brother?" Chad looked like pale, as though he might faint. "But…you're the only real friend I have."

"Honestly, you're probably one of the only real friends I've ever had, too. We can still talk; I mean you can stalk my facebook wall." Sam grinned; pulling Chad in for a hug that instantly became a wrestling match for whose arms were on top. Sam won.

"So, I guess this is your last day of high school." Chad bit his lip, his brows furrowing.

"And the first day of the rest of my life." Sam smiled, slinging his arm over Chad's should to pull him in the direction of their PE class. "But look on the bright side, once I leave there will be no one here to whip you're ass at basketball." Sam grinned as he pulled the door to the locker room open.

"You have never whipped my ass." Chad rolled his eyes, lightly punching Sam. For an instant Sam wondered if he would miss this, miss high school and all of the things he had learned to love. For a moment he wanted to stay, but the image of Dean leaving him chased away the fears, leaving him with an odd mix between joy and nervous excitement.

XOXO

The day passed like every other day, the hands on the clock ticking silently and slowly. The classes were still noisy and distracting, the teachers a background noise to the gossip. Girls in short skirts, boys in tight shirts, and the mating rituals all the same. It was all the same but it was all hollow, a fake world filled with fake people. Sam was escaping this apple pie life; sure the apple pie was solid gold, but it was apple pie all the same. Happiness was waiting for him in a brand new, used, classic car. Dean was leaning against a mint condition impala, a leather jacket on his shoulders and classic rock blaring from the speakers.

Sam turned to look at his school, the place he had never really belonged. Here he had been popular, he had been scorned, and he had been hated. This was a place that he could never forget, a place where he had been shaped into the kind of person most parents would be proud of. He had outgrown private school, he had outgrown the values of this society. Somehow in his own incestuous world, there were morals, more lust, more love. His world was fuller than the school could ever be and as he waved goodbye to Chad and slid into the car he couldn't help but smile. Goodbye private school, goodbye.