My name is Dean Winchester. I am 22 years old.
My Dad and I we are living on the road, 'cause we are hunters - And as it says, we hunt things and kill monsters. That's the family business.I have a brother, Sam, but...He's no longer part of this familly. He has his own life and hopefully, finding happiness in Stanford
((AU Young-Dean Winchester in his early twenty's, I own nothing.))
Dean focused on the road so he wouldn’t have to look over to Sam, it was harder than he had thought it would be to have the other one here, but he would be able to deal with it…Yes.
After all he was his brother at the first place and not his ex-fuck! Well…That he was too, but that did not even count!After a while he realized that Sam was seriously leaving on that damn country station and sighed deeply.
Quickly the older one had pushed a tape in and shook his head. “Driver Picks the Music, Sammy - Seems like you forgot a lot.” He’d do everything - But he would not listen to a country song - Not even for Sam.He huffed softly, instinctively looking back at Dean as he rolled his eyes at his tactics, crossing his arms and bitchfacing for all he was worth. He really liked that damn song. “Whatever, Dean,” he mumbled, instead of putting up a fight, because even after everything, he didn’t want to argue with his brother, or hell, cause him pain.
Digging into the pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a bag of licorice, glad for the distracting as he took a long string and slowly sucked it into his mouth, chewing the entire time, because he definitely wasn’t going to choke on the candy.
“So what’s new?” he asked, mouth still half full, but it wasn’t like he was in public or anything, and Dean did worse all the time.
Dean did not judge Sam for talking with a half filled mouth - Hell, Dean was talking with a whole burger in his mouth on a daily base, so he didn’t even realize it. The fact that his brother was bitch-facing made him sigh before, but thank got the boy had found himself another distraction than to play with his damn radio.
Shrugging, he looked over to Sam for a short while and smiled. “We are driving as far as we can get, getting a motel room there, where Dad had his last case, and sleep a few hours before we start searching him - Good plan, I know.”
John would never leave them - him - alone like this, without leaving a note, ignoring his calls and all that kind of a shit… Maybe he was takign revenge for when Dean and Sam had taken both cars and left but Dean could not imagine that…
Dean waoted patiently in his car while listening to one of his AC/DC tapes, tapping to the rythm with his finger and nodding his head, too.
He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to go out with Sam and search for John together with him, but this way he could at least spend a few days with Sam and pretend nothing happened - Something, he really needed..
Since John had been gone, it got worse for Dean, he felt lonely - Worse than ever, and he couldn’t sleep at night, drunk way to much coffee and alcohol…But hey, that was how Dean was, right?
Dean saw when Sam came out and waited for the boy to get in the car before he quickly started his baby and drove them away, not willing to waste more time than they already had.
Sam dumped his duffel on the back seat, before sliding in the passenger seat next to his brother. It was just like he remembered, the seats still comfortable, the leather maintained perfectly and the soft smell of burgers, salt and blood hanging thickly in the air. If he closed his eyes, he might be able to pretend nothing had happened and he was still that little boy crushing on his brother, before he’d seduced him, before their dad caught them and before he got kicked out. There was only one big difference; they were at that point in life where them being together ended up in awkwardness.
Shifting restlessly in his seat, he avoided looking at Dean at all costs, and figured fiddling with the radio might offer him enough distraction. His boyfriend always let him mess with the radio, so it had become sort of a habit to look for something he liked while crossing country in the Impala. Turning the knob, he found a soft country song he liked, and he let it on, smiling a little to himself, despite the tension and leaning back. His head turned to look out his window, swallowing thickly when the dark night allowed the reflection of his brother to color the transparant glass.
Dean focused on the road so he wouldn’t have to look over to Sam, it was harder than he had thought it would be to have the other one here, but he would be able to deal with it…Yes.
After all he was his brother at the first place and not his ex-fuck! Well…That he was too, but that did not even count!
After a while he realized that Sam was seriously leaving that damn country song-chanel and sighed deeply.
Quickly the older one had pushed a tape in and shook his head. “Driver Picks the Music, Sammy - Seems like you forgot a lot.” He’d do everything - But he would not listen to a country song - Not even for Sam.
“Think whether you want to leave sweet Jess alone here.” - He wasn’t allowed to show or say that he knew that his doppelganger was here, too. He knew it..
He knew everything but the fact was…That Sam had no clue, and it should stay like this. “I will go to the car. The further we drive, the earlier we find him and the sooner you can get back here, right?”
This was the boy who had picked Stanford over him… A good decision. Dean could never give him what he deserved.. “I’ll be in the car. Just come down when you are ready.”
“She’ll be fine,” he answered, not sure why he was so evasive about his boyfriend, the one who was laying in his bed right now, and would probably know who he was with as soon as he read that note. “She’s strong for a girl.”
Nodding in agreement, he watched his brother head to the door -good call, because he didn’t need another lamp broken on his way out- and then rounded the corner to his room. Packing was hard, especially with Dean sprawled out on the bed, a reminder of what he was leaving behind. Only for a weekend, he told himself over and over again like a mantra. It was only for a weekend.
With the duffel bag full of clean clothes that could last him a week at least -there could always be unexpected circumstances or the need for fresh clothes- swung over his shoulder, he tiptoed to the bed and gently kissed Dean’s lips, before leaving the room. He sure hoped this would be quick.
Dean wated pateintly in his car while listening to one of his AC/DC tapes, tapping the rythm with his finger and nodding his head, too.
He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to go out with Sam and search for John together with him, but this way he could at least spent a few days with Sam and pretend nothing happened - Something, he really needed..
Since John had been gone, it got worse for Dean, he felt lonely - Worse than ever, and he couldn’t sleep at nights, drunk way to much coffee and alcohol…But hey, that was how Dean was, right?
Dean saw when Sam came out and waited for the boy to get in the car before he quickly started his baby and drow them away, not willing to waste more time than they already had.
Dean nodded when he saw, how much the other one wanted to stay here. He should be glad about that, shouldn’t he?
Enjoy the fact that hi brother had a great life here, was happy and all…But why couldn’t he? Why did it hurt him, that the boy didn’t even wanted to spend a few days with him…?
“Alright, Sammy, do whatever you have to.”, he said and kept looking around in the living room before sitting down on the couch. “I thought you’d rather want a few days to think about - You surprised me, Sammy, I gotta say.”He sat down next to Dean, afraid to look at him too much, because he didn’t want to feel like this -not anymore. Still, it was there, per usual, and he hated himself for it, because he had it so much better now and should be grateful.
“What do I need to think about, Dean? Surprised you how?” he questioned absentmindedly, fidgeting with his sleeve, because he still needed to get in his bedroom for some clothes, and he wasn’t sure whether or not he’d wake up his boyfriend in doing so, so he put it off for a bit, not in the mood for a heartfelt talk at this time of night.
“Think whether you want to leaves sweet Jess alone here.” - He wasn’t allowed to show or say that he knew that his doppelganger was here, too. He knew it..
He knew everything but the fact was…That Sam had no clue, and it should stay like this. “I will go to the car. The further we drive, the earlier we find him and the sooner you get back here, right?”
This was the boy who had picked Stanford over him… A good decision. Dean could never give him what he deserved.. “I’ll be in the car. Just come down when you are ready.”
Letting out a long suffering sigh, he looked around him, at the familiar living room and the couch the other Dean had slept on for so many nights, the table where Jess left him cookies almost every day with silly love notes…The girl was crazy.
“You promise?” he asked, just to make sure, his resolve quickly fading. It wasn’t that he was all that worried for John; in truth, he couldn’t care less. The bastard had kicked him out, made him leave Dean behind and act like somehow it was his choice, he’d called him names and told him he wasn’t a Winchester…No, there was nothing to make that right.
But hearing Dean say he needed him, Sam collapsed like a tower of poorly stacked cards, and he nodded once. “Sure. I’ll come, Dean. Just…” he trailed off, walking over to the kitchen, trusting his brother to follow him closely. “Let me write them a note.”
Grabbing a pen, he quickly jotted down something for Dean and Jess so they wouldn’t have to worry. The pen shook in his hand, before he put it down on the little piece of paper and left it there on the table.
Guys,
Family emergency. I’ll be back by Monday.
Love you,
Sam.
Dean nodded when he saw, how much the other one wanted to stay here. He should be glad about that, shouldn’t he?
Enjoy the fact that hi brother had a great life here, was happy and all…But why couldn’t he? Why did it hurt him, that the boy didn’t even wanted to spend a few days with him…?
“Alright, Sammy, do whatever you have to.”, he said and kept looking around in the living room before sitting down on the couch. “I thought you’d rather want a few days to think about - You surprised me, Sammy, I gotta say.”
“Course, you wouldn’t be,” Sam mumbles, more to himself than Dean, because it still stings. Dean never came after him, never tried to talk to him. Sure, he’d been watching from time to time, but that was probably out of morbid curiosity rather than wanting to know how Sam was doing.
He had foolishly believed the hurt to be gone, the rejection long since forgotten and his life back on track, but he couldn’t be further from the truth. This was Dean, after all; the brother he had worshipped his entire life, the one who had taken his virginy, the one who had taught him what it was like to really love someone.
Straightening his back, he looked Dean dead in the face and whispered, “Why would I go looking for Dad? I’ve got classes on Monday, y’know?”
The way Sam looked at him made it hard to keep all those feelings away, made it nearly impossible to keep smiling, but he managed to smile and hold it all back. He would do everything for Sam…
Even if that meant that he would be the one suffering, Sam just needed to say, and Dean’d do it - Had done this so many times before…
“We will be back on Monday, yoU’ve got my word on that. I can not go alone if something happened - I need you - So…? Will you come or not?”
“You wanna test that theory, Dean?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge. No matter how much it hurt to see his brother -even after all this time- he still smiled at the man’s carefree laughter. He was Dean -just Dean- and his Dad must have been lying all this time, only feeding his guilt and sorrow…But then again, Dean had always been an expert in keeping his crap stored away.
“I guess,” he muttered, rolling his eyes at Dean’s everlasting childish antics, not wanting to stop and think how adorable he truly found them to be. Instead, he went over to the window and closed it, the night air chilling the room and making goosebumps appear on his skin. It didn’t help that he was clad in his boxers and one of Dean’s thin t-shirts.
Hearing Dean talk about Jess like that however, set him on edge and he grinded his teeth to stop from spouting something his brother didn’t deserve. “Yeah, I bet. But it’s fine. I’ll explain in the morning,” he said instead, pulling the drapes closed so no one could look inside and try to rob ‘em for real.
“You’re kidding me.”
Dean was professional… That was the only way you could say it. He didn’t tried quite often to hide it from John, there was no reason to do so, the man was around all the time, and Dean could and didn’t wanted to pretend that he was alright because he wasn’t.
Catching his Dad while Jerking off a few times wasn’t a help neither. Sighing, he shrugged again and ignored the grumpy-Sam infront of him, looked around the livingroom and shook his head. “If you say so…”
Was Sam dating her? No… No he knew that the other Dean lived here with them, too..
“Why should I be kidding you, Sam? I mean it. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here would I?”
When his brother asked if it was him with that shocked and breathless voice, Dean kept laughing, patted the man’s chest and sat up a little, still over him and still grinning.
Dean was probably the best actor ever. There was no doubt in his face, that he was not happy. That it didn’t hurt him to even see the other one… He had swallowed those kind of things down after the last message of Sam.
He did not want to see him…Wanted to enjoy his life and now Dean was bumping in again…“And I thought you would fight back! Poor, Sammy.”, he said still laughing before standing up again and helping the other up, too.
“Nice flat, by the way. I think I broke your lamp or something like that.”
Sam took Dean’s hand and let his brother pull him up, scowling slightly at his comment, so he crossed his arms, pouting like a petulant child as he said in a defiant tone of voice, “I could still kick your ass, y’know? I just didn’t try.”
Walking over to the closest wall, he flipped the switch so there’d be light to assess the damage Dean caused with his entrance, muttering, “You could have knocked, or I don’t know…texted me to say you were coming.”
Finally spotting the lamp Dean knocked down, he frowned at the glass and whispered, “That was Jess’ lamp.” A small sigh escaped him at the thought of her bitching about it in the morning, and he hoped offering to replace it would be enough. “So, what are you doing here, Dean?”
“Of course! You’d be dead by now if I’d be a really burglar.”, the smirk on his face stayed and when Sam turned the lights one, he blinked a few times before getting used to it and laughing once again.
“That wouldn’t have been as much fun as this was!” - And on top of that, he didn’t had Sammy’s number anymore since he had smashed his phone against the neares wall.. Well yes.
“Jess? The blond beauty? Oh hell…I can make it all alright again if she wants.”, he was still grinning - No, now he started to laugh with a cocky smirk on his face, before he shrugged and turned of his own lamp.
“Dad is gone….We gotta find him.”
Dean was getting read to walk over to the next room - It would not take him much time to find Sam…
But then, Sam found him - At least this way Dean knew that Sam was still able to defend himself - And that he was still unable to sleep deeply…Or Probably he woke him up by falling and stumbling over nearly everything in the dark…Huffing when his back hit the ground, he rested for a short moment, before flipping them over and pinning his little brother tightly against the ground, holding him by the shirt and grinning wide. “Easy, Tiger!”
He could see how confused the other one was, and started laughing a childish and goofy laughter.
He hadn’t expected the burglar to fight back, much less to have that amount of skills in combat, but somehow, he found himself on his back suddenly with the guy on top of him. A strange electricity crackled between them and even before his brother spoke, his mouth opened -whether to catch his breath or say something. The sound died on his tongue though and when Dean’s face appeared, the small amount of light from outside highlighting his features, he felt even more like choking. Forcing out the name, sounding both breathless as shocked, he asked, “Dean?”
There was no mistaking those emeralds though, age not yet having created deeper wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and he just stared up at him, unable to process having his brother in his living room, in the middle of the night, on top of him…
Instead of lingering on that final thought, he struggled harder to catch his breath and ruefully admitted, “You scared the crap outta me.”
When his brother asked if it was him with that shocked and breathless voice, Dean kept laughing, patted the man’s chest and sit up a little, still over him and still grinning.
Dean was probably the best actor ever. There was no doubt in his face, that he was not happy. That it hurt him to even see the other one… He had swallowed those kind of things down after the last message of Sam.
He did not wanted to see him…Wanted to enjoy his life and now Dean was bumping in again…
“And I thought you would fight back! Poor, Sammy.”, he said still laughing before standing up again and helping the other up, too.
“Nice flat, by the way. I think I broke your lamp or something like that.”
Sam saw the shine of a flashlight coming from a spot near the window and pressing his back against the wall, he made sure to keep out of the way of the light, not wanting to be seen by this burglar. Sneaking around him, he suddenly froze when the stranger’s dark silhouette turned towards him and stayed like that as if the guy could see him.
Springing into action, he lunged forward, knocking the flashlight out of the man’s hand and angled a blow to the guy’s face, attempting to knock him out cold so he’d have time to call the cops on this bastard’s ass. He might not have hunted in over a year, but he could still defend himself against some lowlife criminal. Or so he thought…
Dean was getting read to walk over to the next room - It would not take him much long to find Sam…
But then, Sam found him - At least so Dean knew that Sam was still able to defend himself - And that he was still not able to have a deep sleep…Or Probably he woke him up by falling and stumbling over nearly everything in the dark…
Huffing when his back hit the ground, he rested for a short moment, before flipping them over and pinning his little brother tightly against the ground, holding him on his shirt and grinning wide. “Easy, Tiger!”
He could see how confused the other one was, and started laughing a childish and goofy laughter.
