AN: I am so sorry that it took me so long to get this up. I was struggling with some things. In addition, Beccawestlifeaddictwas my beta on this and I am thankful for her help.
AN 2: I know nothing about Calculus so I couldn't' exactly say what Sam was explaining to Dean. I know it's short, but I wanted to try and get this out.
Dean got off work and went to class as usual, but today he stopped by the library, where he hoped to find Sam. After searching the first floor, he eventually found him on the second. "Hey Sammy." he said sitting down and handing Sam a coffee. "Thought you might want this." Sam took the proffered coffee, smiling gratefully. "So I was thinking…" Sam tried not to look apprehensive; Dean thinking never was a good sign "…I got thirty minutes before class and I couldn't figure out my math last night…" Dean grinned at the relieved look on his brother's face. "…So was wondering if you could help me out, little brother?" he asked.
"No problem hand it over." Sam said as he put away his own math homework. Dean tried not to look pathetically grateful as he handed Sam his work. "Okay let's see what you have done so far." Sam said, looking over Dean's work. His frown deepened as he looked further down the page. Dean had to force himself not to laugh, knowing Sam would probably refuse to help him if he teased him. "That can't be right, let me see your book." Dean gave it to him and he flipped open the page. "Okay here's the mistake." Sam said, Dean leaning in closer to see as Sam explained it to him. "You only got these two mixed up, but that was enough to totally screw this to hell." Sam told him.
"What would I do without my little brother's help?" Dean asked as he fixed the problem like Sam had showed him.
"I don't know, but I know I'd rather not find out again." Sam said, laughing as Dean struggled with whether he should be amused or offended.
"Okay moving on from the awkwardness, think you could look at my other homework for English too? I know it's right…or at least, I think it is."
"Yeah hand it over. You know I'll always look over it for you." Sam told him. Dean looked so grateful he couldn't help but add; "Someone has to make sure you don't make a complete mess of it." Dean hit him. Hard.
Once Sam had finished, he booted up his labtop, fixed the corrections on the original fill, then went to print it. He came back and found Dean looking at something. He went behind him and saw that Dean was looking at the latest
playboy. Sam couldn't help, but laugh. "Reading the articles again?" he asked sitting down.
"Hey, I might love you, but guess what; I am a flesh and blood male." Dean told him as though it was news to Sam.
"You'll never change Dean, and I like that about you." Sam told him. "Hand over the mag." Dean smirked but handed it over. "Don't need you looking at that during class again." Dean frowned. "What, you don't trust me? Wait, don't answer that."
"Since I worked over time last weekend, I don't have to work this afternoon…so I thought we could rent some movies and make it a horror movie marathon tonight. After all it is the weekend starting tonight." Dean said, eyeing Sam hopefully.
"Guess you're right." Sam said. "I have to finish my English paper first though, then I'll watch them with you. Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you, Bobby's on a hunt out here and said he was stopping by when he was done. He wanted to see us so I told him that you'd be at the place. He was happy to know that we are back to normal." Sam told him.
Dean smiled. Bobby had always been like a second dad to him and Sam growing up. "He was the reason I came back." Dean said
"What do you mean?" Sam asked
"I was going to quit. When I left the battle that night I went to the creek and laid down in it. I lay there until Bobby found me. Sam I didn't want to get up…I didn't want to come back here. I had laid it out I was going to drop out and move back home, but he made me get myself together and come back here. Said I'd done too much to just throw it away, said he'd throttle me if I tried so I got my stuff and came back here." Dean's voice was close to breaking, eyes cast downward away from Sam.
"Why did you not want to come back?" Sam asked, swallowing hard.
"Well not only have I screwed our relationship up, but I screwed our friendship up, and our bond as brothers." Dean replied. "I spent the last few months being as some people call it, 'Out of Character'." He laughed bitterly. I waited for you to call…I tried calling, I wanted to talk to my brother again."
Sam looked at him, swallowing, and then spoke himself. "Dean, I tried to call too." He said. "I wanted you back in my life even if it meant just being brothers."
"I think that we're doing good now." Dean told him "I'll try my damndest not to screw things up again. What I said before still stands; I'm done hunting. I can't hunt knowing that it's hurting my brother." Dean smiled weakly. "With that said; I declare chick flick over and we move on and go to class. I can't be late today." He said grabbing his stuff and they left.
"Hey Dean, make sure you get Halloween and Hell Raiser." Sam told him, with a grin.
"You got it, little brother." Dean replied and gave Sam a quick kiss before they parted ways.