A week has passed since the boys moved in with Bobby.
Sam walked out the gate and started heading towards the high school.
"Hey Winchester!" Brooke called. "Wait up!"
Sam stopped on the sidewalk and turned to watch his friend run after him.
"I have to meet my brother." Sam told her when she caught up to him.
"That's okay. I'll walk with you. I'm headed that way anyway."
"What's up?"
"I was wondering if you were going to the homecoming dance tonight."
"Homecoming?"
"Yeah! Basically, it's a back to school celebration where future, current, and past students can participate. There's a dance, a football game, and usually a parade."
"Dean's never mentioned a homecoming."
"I've never met Dean but from what you've told me, I'm guessing he wouldn't," Brooke said. They both laughed.
"Good point."
"Anyway, are you coming?"
"I'll have to check with my uncle, but I'm sure I can."
"This is gonna be so much fun!" Brooke squealed.
The two approached the high school. Sam walked over the back of the lot where Dean parked.
"That's weird," Sam said.
"Doesn't he get out before we do?"
"Yeah he does."
"Maybe he got caught up talking to a teacher?" Brooke suggested. Sam laughed. "I can wait if you'd like."
"Sure. Tell me more about this dance."
Dean walked down the hall to the office, where he was called. Again.
"Fricking counselor," he mumbled to himself as he sat in the chair in the corner.
"Dean!" Mr. Matthews exclaimed, walking into the room. Dean raised his eyebrows and followed him down the same hall to the same office.
"Why was I called in this time?" Dean asked, trying not to sound rude, but at the same time trying to.
"Well I remembered our conversation about a week ago about your relationship with education and I think I have something that might help."
"Look, Mr. Matthews-"
"Oh! Here she is now!" Mr. Matthews said, interrupting him.
"So sorry I am late!" came a voice from the door. Dean didn't even bother turning around to look.
"No worries. We were just getting started."
A teenage girl sat in the chair next to Dean. Dean didn't recognize her.
"Hi," she said, holding her hand out. "Kelly Winters, at your service."
"Dean Winchester," he said, reaching up and shaking her hand.
"Kelly here has a 4.0 GPA, is taking 4 AP classes, and runs our tutoring center," Mr. Matthews explained.
"I am also head cheerleader, the lead in the spring play, and student body president."
"Damn you're busy," Dean commented.
"I talked to Kelly about your troubles and she has offered to take you into our tutoring center."
"Never met a challenge I didn't accept," Kelly gloated.
"Yeah, clearly," Dean snapped. "Look, Mr. Matthews, I appreciate you trying to help, but there's really no need for it. I'm sorry."
With that, Dean stood up and walked out of the office.
"Dean! Wait!" Kelly said, running after him. Dean stopped walking and turned to face her. "Look, I get it. You're Mr. Too Cool For School and you don't really give a shit about what happens to you."
"Okay, is this insult going to take long because my brother is waiting for me," Dean said, turning around. Kelly put her hand on him, stopping him again.
"Please reconsider. You may not have any plans now, but it's still nice to have options."
"I don't need options."
"Just promise me you'll think about it. Please?"
"Fine. Fine, I promise."
Dean walked out to the car, where he found Sam and a girl.
"There you are! Finally!" Sam yelled.
"You must be Brooke," Dean said, ignoring him.
"And you must be Dean."
"You know Brooke I gotta say, when Sammy came home and said he met a girl, I thought he was making it up."
"Dean!" Sam hissed. Brooke giggled.
"I'm sure it's not that surprising," she said, smiling. She looked at Sam, who looked away and blushed. Dean saw all of it and bit his lip to keep from laughing.
"See you Sam," Brooke said before walking off.
"Pretty girl," Dean said as soon as she was out of earshot.
"Shut up," Sam said, quickly getting in the car. Dean noticed and also got in the car. They sat in the car for a few minutes.
"Do you like her?" Dean asked, breaking the silence. "Seriously."
"Do we have to talk about this now?" Sam whined.
"Sammy, this is your first crush! It's huge!"
"She's just a friend Dean!" Sam snapped. "Okay? I don't like her like that!"
"Hey-"
"God, do you always have to be such a jerk!?" Sam asked, his voice rising.
"Sam."
Sam shuffled in the passenger seat and looked out the window.
"Can we just go?" Sam asked, still facing the window.
"Fine," Dean said, starting the car. "I'm sorry I brought it up."
"There they are!" Bobby announced when the boys walked in through the door.
"Surprise!" John said.
"Dad!" Dean said. He ran over and the two hugged. Sam, still upset about earlier, hesitated but ran over as well.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked.
"On my way to a job and thought I'd drop by and see how things were going."
"How long are you in town?" Dean asked.
"Just the night. I thought we could go out for dinner. Unless you two have plans."
Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"No," they said together. John smiled.
"You coming Singer?"
"Naw that's alright. You three go have your family time."
The boys dropped off their school bags and went off with their Dad.
John, Dean, and Sam sat at a booth at a pizzeria. John was telling them about how he finished the job. Dean, of course, was totally interested. Sam, however, just sat there and played with his food.
"You alright there bud?" John asked.
"Huh?" Sam said. "Oh yeah, just not hungry right now."
"Something going on?"
"Just… curious about how Sarah's doing."
"She's good. She's home now. Says you got a great shot and she's sorry she scared you into using it."
"Hell yeah he does," Dean said. Sam smiled.
"So enough about that. Tell me, what's new with you two? Any girlfriends yet?"
"Nope!" Sam said quickly.
"Nothing for me," Dean said.
"Well it's only been a week. I'm sure it won't take long. You are Winchester men after all."
"Be right back," Dean said, standing up and walking over to the bathrooms.
"Hey Dad?" Sam asked.
"Yeah?"
"When you met Mom… how did you know you liked her?"
"Oh wow," John whispered, caught off guard. It was bad enough he never talked about Mary with his sons, he had never thought about the day they'd ask a question like that. "Can I ask what is prompting your curiosity?"
"I met this girl and… when I'm around her…"
"You feel a little funny?" John finished for him. Sam nodded. John smiled.
"I'll tell you, when I met your mom, I was a wreck. I mean, from the second I saw her, my heart would race really fast, my hands would get all sweaty, my mouth would get all dry. I'd stutter when I'd talk to her, which she'd laugh at, which of course made it worse."
"So what'd you do?"
"I just told her how I felt. Scariest thing I've ever done."
"And you liked you back?"
"Lucky for me or else you and Dean wouldn't be here."
"Please don't tell Dean," Sam begged. "He's already teasing me."
"Well Sam, you tease him."
"I know but… Please?"
"You have my word."
"Word for what?" Dean asked, walking back over to the table.
"Nothing of your concern Dean. Now I better get the two of you home."
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