I need answers. Now.
I paced back and forth in my room, my mind swimming with questions.
What is it like to love again?
Have I ever even loved someone before?
Why are those blue eyes getting to me so bad?
What the hell is wrong with me?
I stopped pacing, an idea forming in my head. Who is the smartest person I know?
Sammy.
I flung open my door, quickly walking to Sam's room.
I take in a deep breath before knocking on his door. "Sam?" I called.
"Come in, Dean!" He called through the door.
I walked in and sat on his bed, my elbows resting on my knees.
Sam turned in his desk chair, closing his laptop. "What's wrong, Dean?"
I stared at the wall in front of me, trying to figure out where to begin. A slight discomfort settled over me. I usually try not too touch into my emotional side, but I'm desperate.
"How do you know..." I began, trying to put my scrambled thoughts into words. "How do you know when you're in... love? Or when you really like someone?"
Sam stared at me for a couple seconds, before bursting out laughing.
I winced, suddenly regretting coming to my younger brother for advice. What would this little dirt bag know anyways?
After a good five minutes of listening to his crackling, I let out a frustrated sigh.
"Are you done?" I asked, irritated.
Sam wiped a fake tear away from his eye, before turning mock serious.
"Wait, you're serious?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, I'm frickin' serious!" I snapped, throwing my arms up in the air. "If I wasn't serious, I wouldn't be here right now!"
He put his hands up in defense, trying to regain his seriousness back. "Okay, okay! I'm just surprised... I mean, aren't you like a huge player or something? Aren't I suppose to be asking you these questions?"
My chest ached for a couple moments. Is that really how he thinks of me?
"Well, sure I've had my fair share of hook ups and one-night-stands but this feels different. The person makes me feel something different than I've ever experienced before," I said.
One look at Sam's face made me instantly regret what I just admitted.
"Wait, you like someone? Like actually, like someone?" Sam asked, sitting on the edge of his chair.
I rolled my eyes, groaning. "I don't know! That's what I'm trying to figure out, you asshat! Now, how do I know?"
Sam scoffed, leaning back in the chair. "How am I suppose to know? You're the old and mature one."
I gave him a bored expression, realizing how stupid this conversation had turned out to be.
"Remind me to never come to you for advice again," I mumbled, standing up from his bed and walking over to his door.
"Wait!" Sam called out, standing up from the chair.
I turned to him, waiting for him to speak again.
"Who's your crush?" He asked, giving me a smug smile.
"Oh, screw off," I muttered, stomping out of his room and back into mine.
"I promise I won't tell!" Sam called after me, but it was too late. I was already 110% done with him and his shitty advice.
I guess I'm going to have to figure out my feelings by myself.
I cringed, hating that I have to soul search or whatever it's called.
This better pay off.
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The Angel Next Door
Fanfiction17 year old Dean Winchester moves into a new town, like he and his family does every year. Sam Winchester, Dean's little brother and their Father, John Winchester, is all that consists of their small broken family. But when Dean is faced with new...
