Sam woke up the next morning a little later than usual. He rolled over and noticed Dean's bed untouched, like he hadn't slept in it. And there was no way he got up and made it before Sam did.
Sam ran all over the house. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and found Dean passed out on the couch wearing the same sweats he had on yesterday.
"Morning," Bobby said, startling Sam. "Planning on going to school in your jammies?"
"Is Dean sick?" Sam asked him.
"Sure," Bobby answered, not knowing what to tell the 13 year old. "Listen, Dean is going to need some help the next couple of days and I need you to be as nice to him as possible."
"What? I'm nice to him!" Sam said, defending himself. Bobby shot him a look. He knew that just like any other siblings, that wasn't always true. Sam shrugged his shoulders and looked at the ground.
"You gonna keep standing there or you going to go get ready for school?" Bobby asked him. Sam slowly started back up the stairs, keeping his eyes on a sleeping Dean the entire time.
Sam walked into the classroom of his first period. School didn't start for another fifteen minutes, but the teacher always opened the door early to let his students in.
"Hi," a female voice said. Sam looked up from the textbook on his desk.
"Now you're talking to me?" he responded, annoyed.
"I'm so sorry," Brooke said, sitting in the desk next to him.
"You're sorry?" Sam asked. "For what? Not answering my calls? Standing me up at the dance? Oh, how about writing me a letter and sticking it in my locker?"
"That's just it Sam. I never wrote you a letter."
"You what?"
The two heard snickers coming from the back. Sam turned around and saw Shane's friends.
"It freaked me out Sam," Brooke said, continuing her explanation. But Sam didn't hear her. He grabbed his bag and booked it out of the classroom. He could feel the tears stinging in his eyes. He tried to make it to the boys room to hide but ran into none other than Shane Parker.
"Whoa better slow down there geek! Might have an asthma attack."
Sam tried to keep his head down and duck around him.
"Um where are you going? Class is this way."
"Did you leave that letter in my locker?" Sam snapped, looking Shane right in the eye.
"You mean your love letter?" Shane asked, drawing out the word 'love'. "Why? Did little Brookie break little Sammy's heart?"
"You're a dick," Sam said. He knew Dean would both be proud and shocked that he used that word.
"So what? You gonna go crying to your big brother now? He's got his own problems. Heard he got his girl pregnant."
Shane didn't even see it coming. Probably because he wasn't expecting it. Sam didn't even see it happening either. But somehow his fist landed square on Shane's nose. And it bled.
Dean finally woke up around nine.
"I was wondering if you were still alive," Bobby said from his desk. Dean propped himself up on the couch and faced him. "Hungry?"
Dean shook his head no.
"You're gonna need something. Your dad's on the way."
"What?" Dean asked, shooting straight up.
"Called a while ago. Said he was three hours out, which we really know is one hour considering how fast he drives when he's mad."
"He's still mad?"
"Don't worry Dean," Bobby said, standing up and walking to him, "I will be here the entire time."
The phone rang. Bobby sighed dramatically and answered.
"John I swear if this is you again…. Oh sorry ma'am…. Yes this is his uncle…. He what?... Freaking kid… Yes I am on my way."
He hung up and faced Dean again.
"On second thought, I have to go get your brother."
"Can I come with?"
"It sounded urgent. I don't have time for you to get all prettied up."
"What if Dad shows up while I'm gone? I don't want to be here alone!"
"Relax. It'll just be a few minutes."
And with that, Bobby was gone, leaving Dean alone.
Sam sat on the curb outside of the school and watched Bobby pull up. He picked up his backpack and climbed in the front seat.
"How long you suspended for?" were the first words out of Bobby's mouth.
"Two days."
"So you really hit that boy huh?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"God what is in the water you boys are drinking? First I got Dean, now I got you, and by the way, I know this isn't something you would do. I mean, what the hell happened? What were you thinking?"
"Is Kelly pregnant?"
Bobby was taken aback by the question.
"Did Dean get Kelly pregnant?"
"Listen Sam," Bobby sighed. But he never finished what he wanted to say. He couldn't think of anything to say. Poor Sam heard a rumor about his brother, stood up from him, maybe in a way Bobby disagreed with, and yet here was Bobby about to tell him it was true all along.
Sam felt the tears again. He sniffled and looked out the window.
"Listen Sam," Bobby said, trying again, "Dean is at the house alone and your dad is on his way. Are you going to be okay?"
"Are we ever?" Sam snapped back. Bobby let the comment go and drove home.
They pulled up outside the house and saw Dean leaning against a post on the front porch. Sam jumped out of the truck, ran up the stairs, and wrapped his arms around his brother. Dean wasn't sure why Sam was hugging him, but decided to hug him back. He needed it, although he'd never admit it. Sam buried his face into Dean's chest as Dean rubbed a hand on Sam's back.
Bobby got caught up witnessing the moment, which was rudely interrupted by squealing brakes as John Winchester swerved to avoid taking out a tree.
"Oh for fuck's sake," Bobby mumbled.
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