Never Stop Searching

Chapter nine

"A high school dance? " Dean asked wanting clarification on what the teenager had just told him. In the past few weeks he had been hanging out with Sam, almost every day after he finished school. There were of course a few exceptions like when he made plans with Lisa or had to help his Dad at home. Today however Sam surprised him saying that he had to change their usual hangout time because of a high school dance.

"Yeah, I am not a big fan of them but I really want to ask Jessica to go with me, " Sam admitted. His eyes lite up at the mention of her name, signaling the obvious crush he had her.
"Jessica huh,  What's she like? " Dean asked in amusement, he really wanted to know more about this girl. Sam gave him an annoyed look before answering.
"Well she is just so nice, I always see her helping freshman either by picking up their books or tutoring them in the library, " Sam said and he paused for a brief moment to think about how pretty she looked.

"That's not all, she is also just really pretty,  her hair is like the sunlight and she has lovely eyes. " Sam finished and Dean decided to tease the teen anyway he could after hearing that.
"Well if you want some advice on how to talk to her, all you have to do is look like me, " Dean said gesturing to himself as he placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, Sam pushed him away in annoyance. 
"Shut up man, " Sam said stifling a laugh. 

Dean was always doing this to him, teasing him about girls or some other thing. While he acted like he hated it, it was oddly comforting. His few friends at school seemed way more interested to just talking about their girlfriends, sports, or homework.
"Speak for yourself kid, as someone who is in a committed relationship. I am the one you should ask about advice about girls," Dean teased.

"Enough about me, what's new with you?" Sam asked wanting to talk about anything else, and Dean was quiet for a while before he answered.
"Well its not exactly good news, I tried to find the whereabouts of my brother but like usual I got nothing, " Dean admitted after saying that the light in his eyes died. Sam felt bad for him, he worked so hard to find answers but only seemed to get more questions.
"I am sorry, you shouldn't give up though I'm sure he is out there somewhere, " Sam encouraged. He wished he could help Dean out with his search but it wasn't like he could just snap his fingers and make the kid appear.

"I will never stop searching, no matter how long it takes. Sammy is the only family I've got left, " Dean admitted and Sam wanted to ask why that was but felt like he shouldn't touch on the subject anymore than he already had. However Dean noticed the look on the younger boy's face and knew what he was thinking. "I'm adopted kid, my mom died when I was four and my birth father is dead to me. He left me when I was seven, " Dean explained and Sam felt a surge of empathy run through him. He knew what losing a parent felt like.

"I kinda know what's like, my Dad is gone to, " Sam admitted and Dean looked at him in suprise. "I don't remember him much because I was three when it happened. But one day he either died or left. My mom never talks about it but from the few vauge memories I have we were close.  and I miss him all the time, " Sam explained. It was often he opened to people like that but he felt like he could with Dean.
"I'm sorry kid, " Dean said to him.
"It's fine I've learned to live with it, " Sam responded.

"I guess neither of our lives are very funny," Dean commented trying to lighten up the mood.
"No but someone once told me that nothing happens by accident, " Sam answered and Dean was amazed by his optimism.
"You're bright kid, " Dean said to him and before Sam could answer his watch went off.
"That's the time, I gotta go Dean. I'll see you soon, " Sam said filing his bag over his shoulder.
"See you around kid, " Dean responded and just before he left Sam suprised him by hugging his torso.
"Bye Dean, " Sam said and then ran off so he could get home leaving a stunned Dean behind.