ITS FINALS AND INSTEAD OF STUDYING IM WRITING THIS

Long Live BRUCAS- Lol yeah I thought it would be fun for Dean to make Sam help him. It's an older sibling thing lol.

Kaz-Inej-Alec-Magnus-Four-Tris- Hmmmm what could possibly be happening with Sam? We'll find out soon. Don't have any more plans to hurt Dean at the moment, but I'm open to suggestions. I'm so happy you're liking the story! Thank you so much!


Sam and Dani were left alone in the backroom of the auto shop. He was helping her fill more orders and stack them on the shelves while they were joking around and having fun.

"You know Sam," Dani said suddenly, "There's something I should tell you."

"What?"

"I like you."

"I like you too?" Sam asked, like he was unsure if that was the right response.

"No Sammy. I. Like. You."

Sam's heart started racing.

"But... What about Dean?"

"What about Dean?" she teased, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Sam couldn't help but watch with wide eyes as Dani slowly walked over to him, bent down on her knees, started undoing his belt-

"SAMMY!"

Sam's eyes snapped open. He was asleep. It was a dream.

"Were you ever planning on waking up?"

Dean was yelling at him. He was asleep. It was a dream.

"Sorry."

"Come on, Bobby's almost done with breakfast."

Sam groaned and went to kick his blankets off when-

"Actually..." Sam trailed off, not totally sure what to say.

"What?" Dean asked. Sam's face turned bright red. Oh.

"Please don't laugh!" Sam said, grabbing his pillow and shoving it over his face. He felt like crying from embarrassment.

"I'm not laughing," Dean said, coughing to mask the laugh he so badly wanted to let out. "Just, uh... take a cold shower, alright?"

Sam screamed in frustration into the pillow. This cannot be happening.

Dean smirked. He made sure to slam the bedroom door extra loud so Sam knew he was alone in the room. Sam waited a couple of minutes until he knew it was safe and bolted to the bathroom.

"Where's your brother?" Bobby asked.

"Shower," Dean chuckled. Bobby raised an eyebrow at him.

"I don't wanna know," Bobby said.

Dean walked over to the coffee maker and filled his mug to the brim.

"Since when do you drink so much coffee?"

"Since I became a working man," Dean answered proudly. Bobby rolled his eyes.

The two went ahead and ate their breakfast before going into the den to start the research Bobby promised a hunter. Half an hour later, Sam came into the den with wet hair and the baggiest pair of sweats he could find.

"You good?" Dean asked. Sam's face turned red again.

"Don't worry kid," Bobby said, not looking up from his book, "happens to the best of us."

"YOU TOLD HIM?" Sam cried, completely mortified.

"I didn't say shit!" Dean shouted back at him, glaring over at Bobby.

"You idjits think I wasn't a teenage boy once?" Bobby asked.

"Well I'm gonna go hang myself now," Sam said, turning around to leave the room.

"Before ya do that, throw your sheets in the wash," Bobby told him. "You'll thank me later."

Sam screamed as he stomped back upstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind him.


Sam slouched in the passenger seat of the Impala as Dean drove him to rehearsal that evening. He was dreading it. He thought theatre would be something different and fun but it was far more work than he was expecting it to be. And the theatre kids were the absolute worse.

"Here we are, Hollywood," Dean teased, pulling up outside the front of the middle school. "Picking you up at 10?"

"Yeah whatever."

"Have fun!" Dean said, reaching over to ruffle his hair. Sam flipped him off as he closed the door and fixed his hair. He watched Dean drive off and then slowly dragged his feet to the small theatre in the back of campus. He could just ditch. He wasn't needed anyway.

"Hey Sam," Audrey, the stage manager, said when she saw him. Actually, it was more like singing. "How are you today?"

"Fine," Sam answered bluntly.

"Soooo I need a favor," Audrey said while playing with her hair. "Jason is out sick today and we need someone to read for the stage manager character in the show."

"Why can't you just do it?"

"Because I'm already reading for Emily silly!" She playfully punched his arm. "Pleeeaaaaase?"

"Ugh. Fine."

"Fabulous!" Audrey sang again, clapping her hands excitedly. Sam stared at her as she turned around to skip over to the director.


Dean sat in the car, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He watched as cars belonging to other parents slowly pulled into the parking lot to collect their kids.

Dean looked at his watch. Rehearsal ended eight minutes ago. He hated when rehearsal ran late; mostly because he knew Sam hated when it ran late. And Dean knew that meant the whole car ride home, Sam would be pissed and ranting about whatever stupid reason led to rehearsal running late.

Not long after, a bunch of kids came running out of the building and started climbing into various cars. Dean started the engine, prepared to get out of there as soon as possible for Sam's sake.

He spotted his brother amongst the crowd walking out, only to stop and turn to talk to a girl. The girl started to twist at her waist as she talked to Sam, who just stood there. She softly dragged her hand down Sam's arm before running off in the opposite direction to another group of girls.

"Someone has a crush on Sammy," Dean muttered to himself as he watched Sam walk quickly to the car. Dean leaned back in his seat against the door, prepared for Sam to start talking about the girl. Instead, he was met with a very freaked-out Sam.

"I have a part," Sam said after he got in the car and closed the door.

"What?"

"Jason fell off his bike while popping a wheelie and dislocated his knee. He needs surgery which means he can't do the show which means I have his part!"

"Hey! Congrats! Sucks for him but-"

"I can't do it!"

"What are you talking about? Of course you can!"

"I can't act! I don't even know why I wanted to do the show in the first place!"

"Sammy, it's eighth-grade theatre. Not Broadway."

"I'm so stupid! I should have told Audrey no!"

"Hey," Dean said, throwing his arm around Sam. "You're gonna be fine kid."

Sam took a deep breath and started to calm himself down.

"Okay, we can go now."

Dean smiled and patted Sam's shoulder. He put the car in drive and followed the line of cars leaving the parking lot. They didn't even get halfway down the street when Dean asked:

"Sooooo... Who's the girl?"


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