"So who wants to talk about their day first?" Bobby asked, sitting down at the table for dinner.

"I do!" Sam said. Dean scoffed at how enthusiastic he was.

"Okay Sam, let's hear it," Bobby encouraged, ignoring Dean's reaction.

"The campus is huge! I have 7 minutes in between classes. I've never been inside a school library with that many books before. I avoided the cafeteria during lunch, but that's okay because the librarian said I could eat in there. And I have awesome teachers, except for who teaches Science. But Brooke's in that class-"

"WHOA WHOA WHOA!" Dean said, leaning onto the table. "Who's Brooke?"

Sam tensed up and his heart started racing.

"S-S-She's a girl-"

"A GIRL!?" Dean cried. He started laughing.

"Dean." Bobby warned. Dean ignored him. His little brother met a girl on the first day of school. He was loving this.

"Tell us about her, Sam." Bobby said.

"I met her in the office this morning. She works there during first period, kinda like an extracurricular. She in a few of my classes. She invited me to have lunch with her and her friends, but I told her I wanted to check out more of the school."

"She sounds like a nice girl."

Dean wasn't 100% sure, but he swore he saw his brother blush for a minute there.

"Dean what about you?" Bobby asked.

"It was whatever."

"You meet anyone?"

"Maybe a pissed off jock or two in the locker room."

Sam giggled. Leave it to Dean to get into an altercation with someone on the first day.

The three finished dinner. They were getting ready to start a movie when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Bobby answered. "Yes it is…. Yes he's here… Hold on sweetheart I'll get him. Sam?"

Sam jumped up off the couch and grabbed the phone. He knew exactly who it was. And unfortunately, so did Dean.

"You gave her your number!?" Dean asked, his eyes growing big.

"Shut up!" Sam said, smacking him on the back of the head. He ran out of the room and went upstairs.

"You go easy on your brother," Bobby told Dean. "You know how he gets."

"Damn Bobby you're just not letting me have any fun, are you?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Calling the school counselor?" Dean asked, his voice starting to rise. "Really?"

"Well I had to get you in that school somehow," Bobby responded, hoping his tone could calm Dean down.

"Yeah but you didn't have to tell him your 'concerns'!"

Bobby sighed and ran his hand over his face.

"What'd he tell you?"

"That you said I'm not happy about being here and that I'm not exactly a model student."

"Well you're not."

Dean sighed and started pacing in the living room. Bobby walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"What's going on Dean?"

"I don't need you looking out for me. Okay? I can take care of myself."

"Never said you couldn't."

"He wanted to talk to me about college!" Dean exploded.

"What's wrong with that?"

"I'm not going to college!"

"And that's okay! But Dean, do you really think you're gonna hunt your whole life?"

"I have to!"

"Says who? Daddy?"

Dean scoffed and stormed out of the room. He ran upstairs and slammed the bedroom door. Bobby sighed. He was amazed that he was able to stay calm throughout Dean's whole outburst, but something told him it wouldn't be the first.


Sam sat on the floor of the bedroom with his books spread out. Brooke had called with a math homework question and the two of them could not figure it out.

"What if you try dividing first?" Sam suggested.

"Maybe. Hold on a minute."

Sam searched through his notes from class that day while Brooke tried his suggestion.

"Did it-"

Dean walked in and slammed the bedroom door behind him. Sam froze and watched him as Dean fell backwards on the bed and groaned.

"Sam? You there?" Brooke asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm here," Sam said, snapping out of his trance.

"So I divided it and it makes a lot more sense now. Thanks Sam!"

"No problem! Glad I could help."

"So I told my friends about you and they really want to meet you. If you're not exploring again tomorrow at lunch, maybe you'll sit with us?"

"Yeah sounds good," Sam said, sensing the plea in her voice. "See you tomorrow."

"See ya!"

Sam hung up the phone and looked at Dean. He hadn't moved.

"What happened to you?" Sam asked. Dean laughed.

"I had a, uh, little disagreement with Bobby."

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Was that your girlfriend calling?" Dean said, sitting up on the bed. He hoped he could change the subject. He did not want to talk college versus hunting with Sam.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"But you like her."

"I've only known her one day Dean," Sam said, defending himself.

"Well listen," Dean continued. "Don't do anything I would do. Okay? Girls like nice guys."

"You're not a nice guy?" Sam asked, surprised that Dean would say anything like that.

"Naw I'm too far gone. Promise me, okay Sammy?"

"Okay," Sam said quietly. He stood up and walked over to the door. "You gonna come back down?"

"No," Dean said. "I think I'm just gonna shower and go to bed. Been a long day, you know?"

Sam left the room, closing the door behind him, and went downstairs. He and Bobby watched the movie by themselves. Or Bobby watched the movie. Sam thought about Brooke. He didn't get it. She was just a girl. Sam's met lots of girls, not that they interacted with him in any way. But something about her was different. He didn't like the feeling. Or did he?


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