It has now been a month since the boys moved in with Bobby.

Sam and Brooke sat at the kitchen table working on their English project. They had to do an art piece on the book they were reading. Dean was stuck at home, "babysitting", and waiting for his tutor to show up. After many arguments with Bobby and countless call-ins with the school counselor, Dean finally caved. Today was his first session with a tutor.

There was a knock on the door.

"SAM!" Dean yelled from the living room. "DOOR!"

"KINDA BUSY HERE!" Sam yelled back.

"YEAH BUT YOU'RE CLOSER!"

"YEAH BUT ISN'T IT YOUR TUTOR?"

Dean sighed over-dramatically and got up from the couch to answer the door.

"I hate you," he said while he walked through the kitchen to the front door, making sure to ruffle Sam's hair while he was at it. Poor Sam was covered in paint and couldn't fix it.

"Is it always like that?" Brooke asked laughing.

"Not always," Sam said, sounding a little annoyed. "Do you have any siblings?"

"A sister I never talk to. But I always thought it'd be fun to have an older brother."

"Why would you think that?" Sam asked. Sure, Dean was cool, but he wasn't that exciting.

"I don't know," Brooke said, shrugging her shoulders. "I just think it would be fun to have someone that could give me advice on boys and that would have cute friends that my friends and I would crush on."

"Yeah, Dean and I don't really talk about cute boys," Sam joked.

"Well, I should hope not," Brooke giggled. "Do you… Talk about girls?"

"If by talking about girls you mean does Dean brag about hooking up with the hottest girl in school while I sit in the front seat gagging, then yeah Dean and I talk about girls."

Brooke suddenly looked away. Sam wondered why she asked that, but picked up on her silence and decided not to ask her back.


Dean slowly walked over to the door and answered it. Kelly stood on the other side.

"Kelly?" Dean asked, confused. He was expecting literally anyone else to show up.

"Hey Dean."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to tutor you silly," she said laughing.

"Yeah but I thought-"

"I changed my mind. Remember? Never met a challenge I didn't accept?" Kelly teased.

"Right. Come in."

Kelly stepped inside and Dean led her into the kitchen.

"Kelly, this is my brother Sam and his gal pal Brooke," Dean said.

"Hi," Sam and Brooke said at the same time.

"Hi," Kelly said. "Is that the project for Ms. Wing?"

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"Oh how I miss 8th grade. She's a tough teacher, but the class was fun."

"We'll go in the living room so you two can have your space out here," Dean said. He winked at Sam, who reacted by rolling his eyes.

Dean and Kelly went in the living room.

"He seems nice," Kelly said, setting her study materials on the coffee table.

"Sammy? Yeah, he ain't so bad."

"So then… What happened with you?" she joked.

"Hey!" Dean said, nudging her in the arm. They both laughed and got to work.


Sam was lying on his back in bed reading a book. Dean walked in, took his shirt off, and threw it at his brother.

"Can you not?" Sam asked, annoyed. He took the shirt and threw it back at his brother.

"What are you reading now?" Dean asked, changing into his pajamas.

"The sequel to the book we're reading in class. It's extra credit."

"God you're a nerd," Dean mumbled. He aspired to have Sam's educational skills, then he wouldn't have to deal with Kelly.

"Better than a jerk."

"Bitch."

"How is Kelly anyway?" Sam asked, closing his book and sitting up on his bed. "You've never mentioned her before."

"Sure I have."

"Yeah but only as a thing and not an actual person. Now that I know she has a name-"

"No no no, if Brooke is off limits, so is Kelly," Dean said, cutting him off.

"Do you liiiiike her?" Sam sang.

"Hell no. She's too much like you."

"Then why are you so defensive about it?" Sam asked, ignoring the insult.

"It's just fair Sam," Dean said, sitting on his bed.

"Yeah but you've never cared before."

"Sammy-"

Dean was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Can I come in?" Bobby asked.

"What are we gonna say? No?" Dean said with sarcasm.

"I just got a call from a new hunter. They're having some trouble over in Wisconsin and I've offered to go help them."

"Go help 'em Bobby. We'll be fine," Dean said. Sam nodded in agreement.

"I know you will. I'm just concerned about what could happen while I'm gone."

"Nothing's going to happen."

"I hope not. I told Sheriff Mills about me having to leave for some time, so don't let her find anything suspicious if she drops by."

"We won't."

"Um, Brooke's coming over tomorrow to finish our project," Sam said. "But we're not allowed to have friends over when you're not here."

"I think I can make an exception for school. Nothing's set in stone. As long as Dean's here."

"Kelly was actually thinking of coming back over tomorrow too," Dean added.

"Perfectly fine. I'll leave you some cash for pizza in case they wanna stay for dinner."

"When will you be back?" Sam asked.

"Well kid, that depends on fast we find out what we're dealing with and then getting rid of it," Bobby said. "Now I hate to be all parental, but it's late and time for lights out."

The boys climbed into their beds and Bobby turned the lights off.

"Night boys."

"Night Bobby," they said at the same time. Bobby closed the door as he left.

"So, you were saying?" Sam asked. But it was too late. Dean had closed his eyes and rolled over on his side, his back facing Sam. Sam rolled over so his back was facing Dean, closed his eyes, and eventually fell asleep.


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