My Big Brother Sam (SPN A.U.)

Chapter 3: Sam

I walked down to Dean's classroom. My back ached with all the homework I had tonight. I also borrowed a couple books from my homeroom teacher. She said as long as I was responsible, I could take the books home.

"Dean," I opened the door to the classroom.

"Sammy!" I felt a small body embrace me in a hug.

"How was your day?" I asked my younger brother.

"Where is your father?" his teacher came up to us.

"No idea, he should be here soon," I glanced at the watch on my wrist. The teacher looked at the call.

She handed me a slip of paper and it had a few numbers on it, "Tell him to call me, in his convenience." I nodded and walked out with my brother.

I held his hand tight as we walked out of school and looked around for our dad's 1967 Chevy Impala. Not in our sight. When he was late, he was really late.

"Dean, I don't see Dad, make yourself comfortable," I sat on a step and got out a work sheet and a pencil.

"Where is he?" Dean voiced wavered and I could tell he was going to cry.

"I don't know," I murmured and looked up at my brother. He had not sit down yet.

"He probably hates me," Dean looked down.

"Why would he hate you?" I asked.

"I told them," Dean started to cry.

"You told who what?" I put my pencil down. Dean sat down next to me. His backpack was way too big, a old one of mine.

"I told my class that Dad was a hunter who hunted monsters," Dean rubbed his eyes and the tears kept streaming. His shoulders bounced with every sob.

I felt an anger build inside me and I took a heavy breath to avoid bursting on Dean. He didn't know any better, but he was supposed to keep Dad's secret a secret.

"Dean," I said cautiously.

No kids stood around us anymore and we were all alone.

"You hate me too," Dean looked up and his eyes brimmed with even more tears.

"No, I don't hate you. I'm mad, but I could never hate you," I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he awkwardly gave me a hug back.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered.

I nodded and he didn't let go.

"I love you, Sammy," Dean cooed. He wanted to know that I didn't hate him.

"I love you too, Dean," I felt my cheeks go red. I was embarrassed, but thankful that no one was around.

I heard a roar of an engine and knew immediately it was our dad.

"Ride in back with me," Dean wrapped his arms around my neck and I picked him up and carried him to the car. Dad grabbed our book bags and threw them in the trunk.

"Sorry I was late boys," he climbed into the drivers seat and the roar of the engine starting up again made Dean tousle. He had fallen asleep sitting next to me.

I handed our dad a piece of paper, the same one Dean's teacher gave me.

"What's this?" He looked at it quizzically.

"Dean told his teacher about how you hunt monsters and she wanted to talk to you," I ran my fingers through my brothers hair.

"Goddamnit," Dad muttered and looked back into the rear view mirror at Dean. "What am I going to do with you."