Kaz-Inej-Alec-Magnus-Four-Tri- Lol I thought it would fit Dean to wait til Sam wouldn't be able to escape before asking about the girl. I'm so glad you love this story! You're so kind and sweet to keep reviewing.
Long Live BRUCAS- Am I a bad person for doing that to poor Sammy? lol also anyone up for a love triangle?
On with the show!
Sam bent over the arm of the couch, shoved his face in one of the pillows, and screamed.
"Come on Sammy," Dean said from Bobby's desk. "You got this."
"No I don't," Sam's said, his voice getting muffled from the pillow.
"Try again."
Sam stood back up and took a deep breath. "Well, I'd better show you how our town lies...up here is Main Street...way back there is the railway station. Polish Town's across the tracks."
"Good," Dean commented from the desk. He followed along to the script in Sam's binder.
Sam continued, not paying any attention to Dean. "Over there is the Congregational Church...across the street's the Presbyterian...Methodist and Unitarian are over there...Baptist is down in the holla' by the river...Catholic Church is over beyond the tracks. Here's the..."
Dean looked up from the binder at his brother. Sam's face scrunched up again as he tried to remember the next word.
"...town hall..." Dean said, throwing his brother a bone.
"Don't help me!" Sam screamed at him.
"I'll help you if it means you don't give yourself a brain aneurysm trying to learn your lines!"
Sam balled his hands in fists and started angrily pacing in the den. They had been at this for an hour and Sam wasn't even halfway through his first monologue.
"Why don't we take a break?" Dean suggested. "We'll go get lunch and come back in a bit and try again?"
"No! I have to get this!"
"And you will! It's not like the show is opening tomorrow! It's your first day!"
Sam covered his face with his hands and took another deep breath. "Here's the Town Hall and Post Office combined...jail's in the basement...here's the grocery store and here's Mr. Morgan's drugstore...most everybody in town manages to look into those two stores once a day. Puh..."
"...blic school..." Dean finished for him. This time he didn't even look up from the binder. Sam's response was to stomp his foot and cry out in frustration. Dean closed the binder and tossed it onto the desk. "Alright, we're taking a break."
"Dean-" Sam started to whine.
"No Sam. I'm not listening to you bitch anymore. Let's get out of the house, spend Bobby's money, and we'll come back later, mkay?"
Sam didn't protest anymore. He put his shoes on as Dean grabbed their coats. Bobby was out of town for the week again so it was just them for a bit.
"Stop thinking about it," Dean ordered as he backed out of the driveway.
"I'm not."
"You think I don't notice your lips moving?"
Sam crossed his arms and sulked in the passenger seat. He watched out the window as Dean drove into town and parked outside a sandwich shop. The two ordered and sat at a table inside.
"Eat."
"Would you stop telling me what to do?"
"Would you stop acting like a brat?"
"Wouldn't act like a brat if you stopped being so fucking bossy," Sam muttered under his breath. Dean heard him and kicked his shin under the table. Sam cried out and bend down, rubbing his hand on his leg.
"Sammy, I've seen you learn Latin like that," Dean snapped his fingers, "why are you letting this get to you so much?"
Sam shrugged. "I guess... I just don't want to look stupid."
Dean smirked. "Hard to do when you already look stupid."
Sam got up from the table, ready to book it when Dean grabbed his arm to stop him.
"I'm sorry," Dean said sincerely, realizing how upset Sam truly was. "I'll cool it with the jokes if you tell me what's really going on."
Sam picked at his sandwich. "I'm just... It's weird when everyone knows who you are. It was easier when I was always the new kid. If I did something stupid, it wouldn't matter cause we'd be leaving anyway. Now, everyone knows me as the new kid with the brother who almost became a dad at seventeen whose girlfriend died and now suddenly he's in the school play and it's weird!"
"Well Sammy, that's what being normal is. You're remembered as the kid who pissed themself in the cafeteria or who threw up on stage at the talent show or who fell down a flight of stairs in between classes. And that shit follows you year after year because you can't run away from it."
"I don't know if I like it," Sam admitted.
Dean shrugged. "Maybe that's where we're lucky. We get to make fools of ourselves and people only remember us as the kids who stayed in town for a few weeks and then left in the middle of the night. And we're never talked about again."
"Do you really believe that? That we're never talked about again?"
"I feel bad for the sorry son of a bitch that does still talk about us."
Sam smiled. He was starting to feel a little bit better.
"Do them again."
"What?"
"Your lines. Do them."
"Why?"
"Why not? You wanna know you know them, right?"
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Well, I'd better show you how our town lies...up here is Main Street. Way back there is the railway station. Polish Town's across the tracks...over there is the Congregational Church; across the street's the Presbyterian. Methodist and Unitarian are over there. Baptist is down in the holla' by the river. Catholic Church is over beyond the tracks...here's the Town Hall and Post Office combined; jail's in the basement. Here's the grocery store and here's Mr. Morgan's drugstore. Most everybody in town manages to look into those two stores once a day...public School's over yonder...high School's still farther over...quarter of nine mornings, noontimes, and three o'clock afternoons, the hull town can hear the yelling and screaming from those schoolyards."
"That's what's up baby!" Dean cheered, throwing his hand up. Sam giggled and gave Dean a high five.
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