Hey! So here's another chapter. We finally get some Sammy time in it :D so enjoy.
Chapter 7
Sunday night Sam came home from Ben's. Dean spent most of the day wondering aimlessly around the little apartment waiting for Cas to call. He couldn't believe how much he was acting like a teenage girl with her first big crush.
The clock read 9:00 and much to Dean's disappointment there was still no phone call. Bleakly, Dean makes his way over to Sam, who's sitting at the table with books spread all around him. Plopping down in the chair across from Sam, Dean swings his feet up to rest on the table top while looking over at his brother. Sam chews absentmindedly on the end of his pencil as he works on finishing his algebra homework.
"Hey Sammy!" Dean practically yells at his brother causing him to jump in the air and the pencil to fall to the table with a soft clatter.
"What the hell Dean? Was that really necessary?" Sam asks giving Dean his bitch face.
Dean shrugs his shoulders smiling, "So Sammy, I was wondering if you wanted to take a little road trip next weekend and go see Bobby? I feel like it's been ages since we've seen the guy and I think we owe him a little after all he did for us. So whatcha say?"
Sam smiles a little "ya sure Dean that's sounds great! I've almost missed being on the road, just you and me in the impala."
"Sweet! Sounds like a plan. I will pick you up after school on Friday and we will head out. This Saturday is my off weekend anyway so it's perfect."
Sam smiles at his brother and nods his head before going back to his work. Tapping his fingers on the table, Dean sits there a little longer, his mind wondering off a little.
The idea to go to Bobby's had just popped into his head a few minutes ago. He didn't know why but he felt like it was right to go and see him again. Memories started popping back up into Dean's mind as he thinks back to all the good times and bad times that happened at Bobby's house.
Dean remembered bringing his first girlfriend over when he was 16 and going almost all the way before Sam walked in on them.
He remembered countless days sitting on the sofa arguing with Sam over which actors were better and what snack food was more appropriate for movie nights.
He remembered how he felt when he drove away from the place for the last time when he was 17. Leaving behind the only place that had ever really been home to him.
After they left four years ago, Dean always made sure to call Bobby at least once month to let him know they weren't dead yet and to find out if Bobby had heard anything from their dad. It was a small hope but one that Dean kept holding on to, that one day their dad would come back. He never told Sam about it. Sam pretty much hated their dad for leaving them and couldn't understand how Dean could look up to him at all.
A slight melancholy feeling fills Dean's chest as it always does when he thinks of his father. Sighing quietly, Dean let's his feet fall of the table with a loud thump as he slowly stands up.
"Sam you have school tomorrow, don't stay up to late alright?"
A nod of the head is the only implication Dean gets that Sam heard him. Irritably Dean goes to the bathroom to take a shower.
The sound of the phone ringing pulls Sam out of his thoughts.
"Dean phone!" He calls only to realize his brother is in the shower. Groaning, he scurries out of his chair and reaches the phone right before the last ring.
"Hello?"
"Dean?" A rough voice asks from the other end of the phone. A voice sounding vaguely like Sam's now old English teacher.
"Um, no this is Sam. Dean is in the shower right now. Can I ask whose calling?"
The other end of the phone is silent for awhile and Sam almost thinks they have hung up before the voice speaks up again.
"Hello Sam. This is Castiel Novak. I just...um needed to ask your brother a question regarding my car. I will call back later I suppose. Thank you, have a goodnight."
The line goes dead before Sam can say anything else and he hangs the phone up with a frown.
A few minutes later the shower shuts off and Dean walks out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped snuggly around his waist.
"Um, Mr. Novak called while you where in the shower." Sam informs Dean, watching him closely to see his reaction. Dean's eyes go big for a second and his shoulders tense but he makes himself relax.
"What did he want?"
"He said he needed to ask you about his car?" Sam give Dean a questioning look.
"Oh ya I helped him find a new car. His other one was totally shot. I.. Um... I'm just going to call him back then." Dean picks his phone up and sheepishly makes his way to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Leaning against the door, he takes a deep breathe feeling the rough wood of the door digging into his back. Flipping his phone open he looks at the last call and presses redial. Cas picks up on the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey Cas! It's Dean, Sam said you called?"
"Hello Dean," Cas says smiling from the other side of the phone, "Yes, um I did."
There's silence on the other side as Dean waits for Cas to continue but he doesn't.
"He said you wanted to ask me about the car?" Dean prompted.
Castiel coughs nervously, now that he had Dean on the phone he didn't really know what to say, "No, uh, that was a lie. I didn't know what else to tell him incase he.. Um.. Didn't know about us?" Cas said this with a question in his voice, really not sure what Dean and he were.
"Oh.. Ya good point, thanks, I hadn't told him about this weekend. I'm not sure how he would feel to know his older brother is potentially dating his teacher."
Cas chuckles a little "Ya I understand. Pretty sure I would have killed Gabriel if he had ever hit on my teachers."
Dean smiles, "So why did you call then?"
"Right, um actually I was just calling to say thank you for helping me out and to ask you if you would like to go out to dinner on Friday?"
Deans heart leaps for a second and the yes is on the tip of his tongue before he remembers the road trip. Frustration fills Dean as he walks over to his bed an plops down on it.
"Cas, I'm really sorry but it can't this Friday. Sam and I are going to see a friend of ours named Bobby."
All the confidence Cas had built up quickly flows out of him with a puff and he deflates into the back of the couch, "oh... Okay that's perfectly alright. Another time then?"
Dean can hear how disappointed Cas is and he feels bad, "how bout this Thursday instead? I get off work at 6, I could pick you up at 7?"
Castiel automatically perks up at that, "Sure! That sounds great! So Thursday at 7?"
Dean smiles at how enthusiastic Cas sounds, he's just so adorable, "Yep," Dean says popping the P.
"Great. See you then Dean. Have a good night."
"Yes, you too Cas."
The two hang up the phone. Leaning back against his pillow, Dean stares up at the ceiling smiling like a fool. Glancing over at the clock next to his bed he notices it's almost 10. It was usually around this time that Dean would have a beer in hand and be watching some stupid movie, on their beat up TV. They didn't have the money to pay for cable so the boys would just watch whatever movie they could find on the 1$ racks at the stores. Most of them were pretty stupid but they kept Dean's mind occupied.
However, Dean wasn't feeling that usual need to go get drunk and take his mind off things. Instead he stands up and pulls on a pair of boxers, once he realizes he's still only wearing a towel. Then he climbs into bed and starts reading. He wasn't too big of a reader but if he found the right novel then he could usually get into it.
It's not till around 12 that Dean finally puts the book down yawning. Looking over at the other mattress he sees Sam's form curled up under the blankets. The boy most have come to bed while Dean was absorbed in his book. Smiling softy, Dean leans over and clicks off the lamp before snuggling into his own blankets. It doesn't take long before he drifts off to sleep.
The next morning is greeted with low hanging grey clouds and the threat of a storm.
Sam wakes up after Dean, which is unusual. Groaning loudly, the young boy crawls out of his bed and makes his way to the bathroom, scratching his neck and stretching. Jumping in the shower he washes real quick before going to change and fix his hair. He wanted to look good today.
See there was this chick named Jess he's been trying to impress for a week now. She was gorgeous, smart, funny, and everything Sam had ever dreamed of. They had already become good friends, but Sam was trying for more. Honestly though, he just wasn't sure how to pursue it. It crossed his mind to ask Dean for some advice but he figured his brother would just tease him. Coming out of the bedroom, dressed in his best clothes, Sam is surprised to see a full breakfast laid out on the table for him. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, and orange juice lay on the table as Dean sets down a bowl with fruit knowing Sam was a bit of a health freak.
"Um Dean? What is this?" Sam asks confused, realizing that not only did Dean make breakfast but he was whistling happily.
Dean looks up at Sam and shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know, guess I just felt good this morning. Now come on. Stop looking at me like I'm some freak and eat before it's cold. We need to leave soon."
Giving his brother one more look, Sam sits down and digs into the delicious breakfast.
Twenty minutes later the two boys have finished and on their way to Sam's school. Butterflies fill Sam's stomach the closer to school they get. Giddy with excitement at seeing Jess.
"You feeling okay there Sammy?" Dean asks reaching over and lovingly messing up Sam's hair.
Growling, Sam makes an attempt to fix his hair, glaring at Dean as he pulls into the school parking lot.
"I'm fine. I will get a ride home from school so you don't have to worry bout me," Sam hops out of the car not hearing Dean's reply and makes his way into the school.
Making his way to his locker, Sam smiles as his friend Jo pops up out of no where bumping her hip against his.
"Hiya there Sam."
"hey Jo."
"So are you going to ask her out today or not? I mean come on man times ticking don't be a pussy."
Sam glares at Jo an shoves her playfully with his shoulder. She was technically a year above him but the two hit it off since day one when Jo spilled her coffee down the front of Sam's shirt.
Jo was how Sam had actually met most of his other friends. Ben was the only exception since they had met in Algebra class.
Jo was quite pretty, with a nice figure and blond hair. However she wasn't exactly Sam's type. Way more crazy and daring then smart and mature. Almost like Sam's polar opposite which is probably what made them such good friends.
"I'm working on it Jo. Stop being a jerk. I will get to it when I am ready. She probably doesn't even like me anyway."
"You're an idiot. For someone so smart you sure are stupid sometimes." Jo says gathering her books from her locker next to Sam's. The two then make their way to class.
"Good morning Kiddos!" a voice calls out in the hallway causing Jo and Sam to smile as their over eccentric principle, Mr. Gabriel Novak, made his way down the hallway, a lollipop in his mouth saying hI to all the students. It only took a couple days for Sam to realize that Castiel and Gabriel were brothers even though there was almost nothing similar between the two. He wasn't sure if he should tell anyone so he kept it to himself.
Suddenly Sam freezes as he sees Jess leaning up against her locker smiling and laughing at something some guy Sam didn't know said something to her. Jealousy bubbles up in his stomach and he turns away with a huff, stomping off to Chemistry, leaving Jo in the middle of the hallway looking confused.
The rest of the day passed with Sam being in a stormy mood. Everytime he tried to talk to Jess it seemed that, that guy was always with her. By the end of the day, Sam was pissed.
Slamming his locker shut after the last bell rings, Sam makes his way to the front of the school realizing he forgot to ask Jo for a ride home. Looks like he's gonna be walking which puts him in an even worse mood.
"Sam!" A voice calls out down the hallway.
Sam swings around to see Jess running after him. His heart rate becomes a little erratic as he watches her run up to him, her blonde hair framing her face.
"Sam," she says a little breathless smiling, "hey where have you been all day?"
"I've been around," Sam says shrugging slightly and smiling back.
"Well I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come over on Wednesday and help me with my English project. I'm totally helpless when it comes to Shakespeare."
It was almost hard to breathe as Sam realizes what Jess was asking of him, taking a big gulp Sam lifts his cheeks in a giant smile, "sure, of course! I would love to help you."
"Awesome! Here, call me later and we can plan a time," Jess says pulling marker out of no where and yanking Sam's wrist to her. She proceeds to write down her number with neat block writing. "There call me later okay?"
Feeling light as air, Sam nods his head and smiles, "Will do."
"Sweet. Well I've got to run. Bye Sam!" Jess leans up and places a sweet kiss on Sam's cheek before turning and running off leaving a stunned Sam standing there in the middle of the hallway.
The walk home didn't seem so bad now, as Sam made his way down the street and new pep in his step.
He had a date with Jess!
Well... Kinda.
So Dean and Cas have another date planned, and Sam has a little crush ;3 Please review and tell me what you think!? :D