The Darker Side of Heaven
Chapter 4: Someone Special
I wake up to the sound of rain upon my sill. Pick up the pieces of my yesterday, old thrill.- Someone Special by Poets of the Fall
Sam opted to walk home even though Nick had insisted that he drive him, but he knew how that would end up if some unknown vehicle dropped him off after so long of not calling. Irate would be putting Dean's reaction mildly. So instead, Sam walked home, Nick's phone number programmed into his phone with the promise of a text letting him know that he had gotten home okay and the aftermath of the earlier rain splashing around his boots with every step he took, quickly soaking his pant legs.
He had hoped that the time it took to walk home would give him time to think of a good story to tell Dean that would explain his prolonged absence and why he had not answered his calls or bothered to get a hold of him in some way. All too soon he was walking up to his front door with nothing to show for his efforts. At this point it looked as if he was either going to have to tell his brother nothing at all or tell him the truth. Neither one of those options looked appeasing.
Sighing, he unlocked the door and walked inside. He found Dean in the kitchen, his feet on the table with a beer in his hand as he watched something or another on the laptop. Judging by the high pitched noises coming from the speakers it was not a mystery what he was watching. Asian cartoon porn. Anime hentai. Awesome.
Dean looked up from the screen, eyebrows raised. "Where have you been?"
"Out."
"Obviously. Out where?" Dean asked and Sam knew that he was not going to let the fact his baby brother had been awol go.
"I got caught in the rain." As much as he hated to admit it, he squirmed under the look that Dean was giving him. He was using years of elder brother know how against him and it wasn't fair.
"And?"
"And so I walked into the first building I came to."
Dean shook his head in a clear 'hurry it up' motion. "Which was?"
"A bar?" Sam looked down at his feet. ""Luci's Lounge."
"Sam," Dean started but Sam cut him off.
"The owner of the bar took care of me. It's fine."
Dean closed the lid of the computer and put his feet on the floor. "No, Sam, it's not fine. What if something would have happened to you? Huh? I did not know where you were at or who you were with. You can't run off like that, Sammy."
Sam rolled his eyes. "You are not Dad, Dean. You can't tell me where I can or can not go. You are my brother, not my keeper."
"And what would have happened if the owner of Luci's hadn't have been there? Then what would have happened?"
"Nothing I'm sure. It took three guys to carry me upstairs so that nothing would have happened." He shook his head, long hair whipping him in the face. "Look, I'm tired, alright? I'm going to go upstairs and go to sleep. I'm fine, I'm home, and nothing happened. Can we just drop it?"
Dean did not say anything but Sam knew what he was going to do. As soon as he figured that he was asleep, Dean was going to head down to the bar and question everyone there about what had happened.
As soon as he was in his room, Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to Nick.
Made it home fine. Dean is on his way to the bar to interrogate you- thought I'd warn you. Sam.
If nothing else, Nick had been warned about what Dean was about to do and sure enough as soon as he had flopped onto the bed, hugging his pillow close to his face, he heard the Impala start up.
Sam's phone made the ding noise that signaled that he had a text message. Opening the message up he found a response from Nick.
Okay. Do I tell him the truth or some outrageous lie?
Like what? What on earth would you tell my brother?
The answer came back quickly.
You were in my bed so the possibilities are endless.
That made Sam laugh and the mental image of Dean's face as he heard about some imaginary hook-up made it all the better.
Don't give him an aneurism.
You are just no fun at all. Fine I'll keep it clean for your brother.
Smiling, Sam did manage to fall asleep.
...
Even though he was still tired, Sam did not sleep well. HE kept walking up for no reason he could find and have to wait for what felt like an eternity to fall asleep again. He was tempted to give up trying and just get out of bed for good when he heard the tell tale ring of a new text message.
I don't think your brother likes me but no blood was shed. That counts for something right?
Sam frowned, surprised that Dean had not hit Nick on principle alone. His brother in some stranger's bed? That was more than enough reason to start a fight.
He read the message again and amended that they might have fought, but it shouldn't have been that bad.
Giving up on trying to sleep, he got out of bed, changed his shirt and returned Nick's text as he made his way downstairs.
He didn't hurt your pretty face did he?
As soon as he sent it, he regretted it. He had been joking but what if Nick didn't see it that way? What if he saw it as Sam coming on to him?
He grimaced, his whole face scrunching up in the effort.
"It's going to stick that way, you know." Dean called from the kitchen.
Of course Dean was still awake.
Making his way into the kitchen, Sam shoved his phone in his pocket to wait out the answering message. If he sends one, a nasty voice in the back of his mind pointed out. Ignoring it, he got to work making coffee even though he could still feel the effects of his earlier intersession.
"It's going on midnight, Sammy. A little late for coffee, dont'ya think?" Dean offered, beer sitting beside the open laptop.
"A little late for cartoon porn, isn't it?" Sam countered.
"It's not cartoon porn. It's real porn thank you very much."
"Ew. Not where we eat, dude." Sam wrinkled his nose in disgust even though it was obvious that his brother was doing nothing but watching. It still unnerved him that Dean was so blatant about things like that. Most people waited until they were behind closed doors but he had never really cared if somebody seen or walked in.
Sam had his back turned but he heard the click of the lid being shut on the computer.
"What are you still doing up?" Dean asked as if nothing had happened.
"Couldn't sleep." Sam answered as he filled the filter with water.
"So coffee is going to help that?" Dean asked and Sam could hear the sound of glass sliding across the table.
"It's never too late for coffee." Sam said with a small smile.
"Since when?" Dean scoffed.
"Today. It's a coffee kind of day."
Dean snorted but didn't say anything to contradict him. As Sam waited for his coffee to be done, not having one of those face instant coffee machines Nick had, he sat at the table with Dean.
"So, I heard you leave." And there it was, ut in the open. Blatant but not as blunt as he could have been. Dean eyed him as he took a pull from his beer.
"Yeah, I left."
"And I take it, you found Luci's" Sam pushed.
"Yeah, I found Luci's."
"And?"
"And? What?" Dean asked, putting his feet on the floor. A sure sign that they were going to have a 'talk.' And by talk it was obvious that Dean was going to talk and Sam was going to listen.
"What happened? I hope that some poor Joe is not in the hospital because you broke something over nothing at all."
Dean made a face that said 'yeah, that's me' before continuing. "Nobody is in the hospital. Everyone is fine."
"Fine as in 'nothing is broken' or fine as in 'yeah we fought but nobody got hurt'?" Sam pushed. Nick had not been helpful in his message and he wanted to know that he was alright.
Which was stupid because Nick was a stranger and he shouldn't care if he got a little bruised because of his brother being overly protective.
Dean eyed him again, as if he were trying to read his brother's mind. If it had been Nick pulling the same face Sam would be convinced that he was succeeding.
The moment was ruined as Sam's phone went off telling him that he had a new message. He pulled it out of his pocket and checked it, trying not to laugh.
Aww Sammy you do care. My beautiful face is still vey much in tact. I know how much that means to you :D
They were strangers but already they were acting as if they were already friends. Hell, maybe they were.
Putting his phone down he went back to the conversation at hand, making a note to text him back when he was done having this little heart to heart with his brother.
"So, did you get in a fight or not?" Sam asked, still waiting for an answer from either one of them.
"He knew who I was." Dean said instead, dodging the question again. "Dean Winchester, the brother of Colossus. Real cute, by the way." There it was again, the look.
"Colossus, huh? That one is new. He seemed awfully fond of Jolly Green earlier." Sam shrugged, not wanting to give his brother the satisfaction of causing a reaction.
"Look Sam, I don't know what is going on between you two but I don't like it."
And that was all of the answer he was going to get. He was going to have to ask Nick.
"There is nothing going on between us. I just met the man." Sam got out of his chair and went to check on his coffee.
"And already you have been sleeping in his bed." Dean griped. Sam let the 'already' go, knowing that if he said anything it would give his brother more of a reason to think that there was more going on than there really was.
"Did you not hear the whole part about pass out drunk? Or did that not fit your little... Whatever so you left it out?" Sam asked, riffling through the strainer looking for a mug.
"Why didn't he just call me? I would have pick your drunk ass up."
"Again, what part of pass out drunk do you not understand?" Sam asked, filling the coffee mug.
"You always were a lightweight." Dean mumbled.
"Listen to me, Dean. There is nothing going on between Nick and I. We do not know each other. Nothing happened. And if you have a problem with it than I guess I'll just chalk this up as a failure and not venture outside again. I'll stay upstairs and be depressed and mopey. You choose."
He did not give Dean the chance to answer. He took his mug with him when he went back upstairs.
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A/N: If anybody is interested, I can write what happened at Luci's with Dean and Nick. You know, for those of you who want to know what happened. Just let me know.