It was 4:00 am Friday morning.

Sam woke up to use the bathroom. As he walked back to the bedroom, he heard a crash downstairs. Sam froze for a second and listened. He kept hearing what sounded like someone downstairs and ran into the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

"Dean!" Sam whispered, shaking his brother awake. "DEAN!"

"What?" Dean groaned. He didn't even flinch.

"I think someone's in the house."

"What?" Dean asked again, this time more alert.

"I heard a noise downstairs."

"Well go check it out."

"You go check it out!"

"Why? I'm sleeping."

"Because you're the big brother!"

Dean glared at him. How dare he use the big brother card.

"Ugh fine," he mumbled. "Kid can walk into a haunted house alone armed with a gun but can't go downstairs to check out one little sound."

Dean reached for his handgun that he kept under his bed and went downstairs. Sam followed right behind him and waited at the top step as Dean went down.

Dean heard someone walking around in the kitchen. He cocked the gun and walked into the kitchen.

"What the- Bobby?"

"God damn it boy, can't a man make a sandwich without getting a gun held to his head?"

"IT'S ALRIGHT SAMMY!" Dean yelled in the direction of the stairs. "IT'S JUST BOBBY!"

"Oooo just Bobby, ain't I special?" Bobby mocked. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Bobby!" Sam cried, running into the kitchen and greeting him with a hug.

"Hiya squirt," Bobby said, returning the hug. "Sorry if I spooked ya."

"How was the hunt?"

"These frigging werewolves, I swear. How was it here?"

"Good," Sam said.

"Well, you two better go back to bed. Got school in a couple hours… You two have been going to school right?"

"No of course not Bobby," Dean said sarcastically. "Sammy would never let that happen."

"Hey!" Sam said, punching Dean in the arm.

"Good night boys."


"Morning," Bobby said as the boys came into the kitchen a couple hours later. "Hope you at least got a little bit of sleep."

"I did!" Sam said.

"Not me," Dean said. "Once I'm up, I'm up."

"Are you still going to your party tonight?" Sam asked him.

"Party?" Bobby asked, sitting at the table for breakfast. "What party?"

"Some kid at school's having a birthday party," Dean explained.

"I see," Bobby said. "And is this a cake, ice cream, and presents kind of birthday party?"

"Yeah Bobby cause the kid's turning nine."

"We're gonna talk more about this later," Bobby said, nodding towards Sam, who was too busy eating to notice.

"I don't have to go Sammy," Dean said suddenly.

"Of course you do. Kelly asked you."

"Wait, Kelly? As in tutor Kelly?" Bobby asked. Sam nodded. "What the hell happened while I was gone?"


Sam sat at the table in the corner of the library. Ever since Brooke started avoiding him, he had been hiding away here in lunch.

"Can I talk to you?"

Sam looked up from his book and was surprised to see Brooke standing across the table.

"Sure."

She pulled a chair out and sat down, still across from him.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked.

"I like the library."

"Really? Why?"

"Why are you here Brooke?" Sam snapped, unsure if he intended to or not.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior this week."

"I'm listening."

"Not gonna lie, I was a little freaked after the almost kiss-"

"I'm still really sorry about that," Sam said quickly.

"I know. And I know that you didn't deserve anything. I was just embarrassed because…"

She stopped and sighed. Sam got worried.

"Because?"

"I like you too."

"Really?" Sam asked, getting a little excited.

"Yes!" Brooke said, laughing at his outburst. "I just didn't know it and by the time I did… I thought everything was ruined."

"Don't worry. You're forgiven."

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah, why not? I'm embarrassed, you're embarrassed, it's all good!"

Both of them burst into laughter.

"So, if you like me, would you ever maybe possibly sometime want to-"

"Go out?" she finished for him. Sam blushed and Brooke giggled. "I'd love to."

"Great!"

Brooke stood up, walked over to Sam, and kissed his cheek.

"Can I call tonight?" she asked.

"Yeah, absolutely!"

"Perfect."

And with that, Brooke left the library.


"Got a minute?" Bobby asked, knocking on the open bathroom door. Dean was in there fixing his hair and playing with his shirt.

"Why, what's up?"

"Just wanted you to know that whatever happens tonight, I trust you. If you feel uncomfortable driving, call me and I'll come getcha."

"I don't need my uncle saving my ass."

"And I don't need to explain to John why his son was killed driving under the influence."

"I'm probably not even going to have anything. I'm Kelly's ride."

"Kelly huh?" Bobby asked, growing curious. "What's the story there?"

"Nothing."

"Same nothing as Sam's nothing?"

"What?" Sam asked. He had come up the stairs when he heard his name.

"There he is!" Bobby said. "Ready for a fun night of junk food and board games?"

"That depends. Do you have monopoly?"

"Yeah, I think I got that somewhere around here. Fair warning, I'm pretty good."

"Whatcha doing?" Sam asked, watching Dean in the bathroom.

"Getting ready for tonight," Dean answered. He and Bobby exchanged a look before Bobby turned around and left.

"What happens at high school parties anyways?"

"Guess we'll find out won't we?" Dean teased. Sam sighed and Dean noticed. "Look Sam, I don't have to-"

"WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING THAT?" Sam exclaimed. "I DON'T NEED YOU LOOKING OUT FOR ME ANYMORE."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, where is all of this coming from?" Dean asked, trying to calm him down.

"It's just… I'm just… I'm 13 Dean. I can take care of myself."

"Never said you couldn't," Dean responded, throwing his hands up to surrender. "I just know how bummed you are about Brooke, that's all."

"Actually, Brooke and I are cool now."

"Really?"

"She likes me back."

"Nice! You gonna go for it?"

"Yeah I think so."

"Good for you Sammy," Dean said. He looked at his watch. "I have to go pick up Kelly, but when I get back, I'm gonna tell you how to treat a lady."

"You're gonna do what now?" Sam said, laughing.

"Oh shut up bitch."

"Jerk."


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