Thin Line
Chapter 3
Summary: John is walking a thin line. His obsession with hunting will jeopardize one son physically and both sons emotionally. Limp Sam to come.
Warning: Touchy subject!
Note: Sorry I forget to mention it earlier, but Dean is 18 and Sam is 14.
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Dean came up behind Sam at his locker and gave him a playful shove. "Hurry up Sammy."
"I'm coming, hold your horses." Sam said pulling his backpack on and closing his locker.
"I saw you talking to your little girlfriend..." Dean teased as they made their way to the Impala, which Dean insisted on parking a across the street instead of in the actual parking lot, to protect her from the scary teenage drivers.
"Her name is Lola and I've told you a thousand times—she is not my girlfriend!"
"Sammy and Lola, that's kinda cute."
"I know you wouldn't understand, but sometimes a boy and a girl can be friends without dating and having sex."
"Are you saying that I don't have any girls that are just friends?"
"That is exactly what I'm saying."
"I'll have you know that Brenda Finch and I are friends and we haven't slept together."
"I've made a mental note to alert the media." Sam said with an eye roll. "And by the way, her name is Becka and I happen to know that the only reason you two haven't done 'it' yet is because Mr. Ashby walked on you two in the utility closest about to disrobe."
"Where did you hear that!?"
"I'm friends with Becka's sister, Ashley."
Dean was silent for a minute. "Are you sure her name's Becka?" Sam only laughed in response. "Shut up! Back to your little gal pal, if she's not your girlfriend then what were you talking about?"
"My friends are going ice skating and to dinner this weekend and they wanted to know if I could come."
"Sounds like a date to me."
"Well it's not! Brett and Adam and Ashley and Cameron will be there too." Sam replied. "Anyway it's not like Dad'll let me go."
"Yeah, but if you could go, it'd definitely be a date."
"Shut up Jerk!"
"Bitch."
"Hey Dad where are we going this weekend?" Dean asked as he crammed as much of his hot dog into his mouth as he could. Sam was focused intently on his salad, he thought he was getting better at pretending the tasteless lettuce was something else, but until he perfected it... Thank God for ranch! John had said he could have a cup of Jell-o for dessert and he was looking forward to it. "Did you hear of any good hunts or are we just going to the shooting range again?"
"Neither." John replied.
"Oh man!" Dean whined. "We're gonna be conditioning again aren't we?"
"Nope."
"No?" Dean sighed in relief. "Then what are we doing?"
"We're taking some time off." John announced both boys' heads shot up. "What I want you boys to do is try and fit in, if people get to know you they'll be more suspicious of Sam's eating habits."
Dean elbowed Sam and pumped his eyebrows. "Looks like you can go on your date after all."
"Date?" John asked.
"It's not a date!" Sam protested.
"His little girlfriend asked him to go ice skating and then to dinner on Saturday." Dean explained.
"She is not my girlfriend and there's gonna be a bunch of other kids there and besides I'm not going."
"What? Why not?" Dean asked.
"I don't know how to ice skate and—"
"Even better, she'll have to teach and hold your hand so you won't fell."
"You should go Sammy." John said, Sam gaped at him and Dean nodded eagerly.
"But, I—"
"Sam, you're going." John ordered firmly, then the phone rang and he got up from the table to answer it.
"Dude, I can't believe Dad had to force you to hang out with your girlfriend." Dean said under his breath.
"She's not my girlfriend!" Sam yelled.
"There's no need to yell Sammy and if you don't start being nicer to me, I'm gonna tell Lola you said that and then you'll be in big trouble." Dean smirked.
"Go ahead and tell her, cuz she's not my girlfriend, Jerk."
"Whatever, Bitch."
John came back to the table. "Boys I need you both to keep your schedules clear for Sunday."
"What are we doing on Sunday?" Dean asked.
"We're moving." John replied casually.
"Moving?" Sam and Dean asked in unison.
"Yeah, I rented a little house; if we're going to be staying here for the next few months we're going to need a bigger place." Both boys sighed in relief. "Sam I almost forgot, once you're done eating we need to weigh you."
"Yes sir." Sam said. They had never owned a scale; it wasn't a necessity so Sam assumed that John had actually gone out and bought one. John had the scale set up in the kitchen, the box it had come in was tossed on the counter and he was holding some measuring tape.
"Stand against the wall." John instructed Sam did as he was bid. "Stand up straight." John made a pencil mark on the wall indicating Sam's height then he measured how high it was. "5'9 and 1/2." he muttered to himself. "Hop on the scale kiddo." Sam pulled off his hoodie and his shoes and got on the scale, it took a few seconds for the reading to appear.
"129 pounds!" Dean cried. "He's already really skinny."
"I know that son, that's why I choose him for this job, he'll have to lose about 20 pounds before he's really underweight, can you image how much you would have had to lose? You would have had to lose nearly 50 pound—it's impossible! And besides I need your muscle."
At school the next day Dean wasted no time in making plans for that night and Saturday, now that Dad had given them permission to have a life outside of hunting. Sam, much to John and Dean's surprise, was not nearly as enthusiastic as his brother was, he didn't really understand why he wasn't more excited about this turn towards normal. He supposed it was because this 'normalcy' based on a lie or maybe he was just too hungry to be excited.
Either way, Dean was excited enough for the both of them. Dean came to Sam's lunch table again setting down an apple in front of Sam, as he had the previous day; today however, he pulled a chair up to the table.
"Dean, what are you doing? Why aren't you sitting with your friends?" Sam asked frantically. Dean had never showed any interest in formally meeting Sam's friends and Sam was terrified that Dean would make a comment about Lola being his girlfriend.
"What's wrong Sammy? You don't want your friends to meet your cooler, more attractive, smart and charming big brother?—Scared they'll like me better?" Dean teased.
Sam rolled his eyes and looked at his friends. "This is my brother Dean, Dean this is Brett, Ashley, Lola, Cameron, and Adam. Now what do you want?"
"Hey are you the Dean that my sister Becka almost—" Ashley blurted out only to be cut off by Sam clearing his throat loudly.
"You must be thinking of another Dean, I don't think I know a Becka." Dean replied and turned back to Sam. "I just came by to remind you about what Dad said..."
"Thanks, but I remember what he said just fine."
"Just makin' sure Little Brother."
"Great, I'll see you after school." Sam said shortly.
Dean ignored him, remained seated and, looked around the table until his eyes settled on Lola, who he proceeded to wink at. "So it's all set then, you crazy kids are going to paint the town red this Saturday?"
Dean's actions did not go unnoticed by Sam, who was now bright red, although Lola didn't really seem to take notice. She smiled widely at Sam. "You can come with us Sam?" She asked.
"Yeah." Sam replied dispassionately. "My dad changed his mind; we're not going out of town after all."
"That's great!" Adam said. "I thought we were never gonna see you outside of school."
"Isn't it great?" Dean asked smugly.
"Go away Dean." Sam hissed.
"Fine, I know when I'm not wanted..." Dean said he grabbed his tray and ruffled Sam's hair, just to push his buttons.
"Freakin' jerk!" Why did Dean insist on messing with him when he was embarrassed and starving!
"Bitch."
Dean had dropped Sam off at home after school, not willing to waste a minute of his weekend he sped off to the movie theater. Sam came in to the small apartment to find John packing up.
"Hey kiddo, where's your brother going?" John asked.
Sam shrugged. "To the movies I think."
"Then I guess it's just you and me tonight, unless you have plans too?"
"No sir, not tonight, I was just gonna pack."
"Okay Son, I'll call you for dinner."
John ordered out for dinner, he got Sam a chicken salad and himself a burger and fries; Sam was pleased beyond belief for something more substantial then lettuce. "Don't eat it all Sammy there's a lot of calories in there and make sure when you go out with your friends to order something small. I'm serious Sam, I know it's hard to just get a salad when your friends are eating big dinners, but this is important, the last thing we need is for you to get any bigger."
"I know Dad."
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I promise in the next chapter things well get juicy!!