My Big Brother Sam (SPN A.U.)

Chapter 13: Dean

I started up the car and threw my clothes in the back of the car.

"Why did you get the car?" Sam asked me. I rolled my eyes.

"You left," I snapped. He looked down. I probably hurt his feelings, but I was too sober and tired to care.

I opened the cooler from the back and cracked open a beer. I felt Sam's judgement on me but I took a heavy sip from the can. It was cheep and I was running out. The fake IDs worked though on getting more.

"To Bobby's we go," I announced with a bit more pep in my step. Sam stayed quiet.

While he decided to throw his tantrum I turned up the music just to be obnoxious. He immediately turned it down. I gave him an evil look and turned it back up.

"Dean," Sam warned me.

"Sam," I matched his tone and he pursed his lips together.

I turned down the radio just a little. We both were satisfied but I knew Sam was crabbier than usual this morning.

"Do you want to go for a coffee?" I asked him hesitantly. I didn't really have money to spare on him but I would buy a coffee if I needed too. He's my brother.

"That's sounds amazing right now," he sighed and massaged his temples. He must've not slept much.

"I hope they have pie," I mumbled and continued down the road until I could see the first gas station. Sam scoffed and got out his laptop and typed away on it. I didn't know what he was doing. I wasn't really tech savvy, Sam said I was still living in the 80s but those were the best.

I leaned over and glanced at his screen.

"Why are you looking at that?" I asked him casually. He was looking at an obituary letter to Jess.

"I feel bad I didn't go," he answered honestly. I could hear the sadness in his voice, but I didn't know what to do. I've never seen my brother so vulnerable.

"You weren't ready," I stated that bold fact and I could see out of the corner of my eye that Sam was slouching. He was always fearful of his posture and this meant something was really wrong.

"I guess so," he murmured.

"C'mon man there's other babes in the world," I tried to help. Sam shot me a glare full of hatred.

"I don't want any girl except for Jess," Sam pressed his lips together and crossed his arms, a childish habit he never dropped. He noticed and slowly undid his arms.

"You sound like a baby," I pressed on the accelerator hard.

"I'm sorry I just lost my girlfriend," Sam said with sarcasm coating his voice. I stayed quiet the entire way to Bobby's.

He came out smiling of his house.

"Bobby!" I clasped my hands together and jogged over to him. Sam slowly followed behind.

"How are you, Boys?" He asked us. "Nice to see you're back." He motioned towards Sam.

"I'm pretty good, a beer would help," I cracked a smile, one my brother was lacking.

"I lost my girlfriend," He informed Bobby. He stared blankly for a moment before comforting Sam. He embraced him in one of Bobby's famous hugs.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Sam," he held on for a few moments longer. Sam let go.

"It's the same thing that killed, Mom," Sam said.

Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Have you told your father?"

"We haven't been able to get in touch with him," I walked into Bobby's house and cracked open a can of beer. His fridge was always full. Country music played in a radio somewhere in his study.

"John was always a hard one to get in touch with," Bobby sighed and I handed him a beer. Sam shook his head no as I handed him one. I rolled my eyes and put it back in the fridge.

"He was on a hunt, Bobby," Sam shoved his large hands into the pockets in his jeans. His hands where far too big.

Bobby set down his beer with a slam and the bubbles started to pour out. "Balls," he murmured. I quickly got some paper towels from the kitchen and cleaned up his mess.

Bobby wasn't the young man that we grew up with anymore. He was growing older and I felt like it was my duty to take care of him like he took care of us.

"We were just stopping by, we're going to Lawerence," I took a sip from the cool can and the refreshment made the corners of my mouth curl up.

"Lawrence?" Bobby asked. He leaned against his desk and I nodded.

"Sam has been having dreams," I informed him. 

"Dean," Sam hissed and shot me a glare. I'm sure he didn't want Bobby to know.

"He told me that he had dream about Lawrence and that there was a woman there who needed help," I told Bobby.

I could feel Sam's hateful glare on me but I didn't care enough to look. This was important.

"I've never heard of people getting visions," Bobby said after a moment of thought. "I'll look to the books for that one." He motioned to the hundreds of books in the room.

"Thanks Bobby, well talk soon," I gave him a smile and walked out with Sam. I could feel his anger radiating off.

"Dean," he growled.

"That's my name," I gave him a smirk and his look never faltered.

"I didn't want Bobby to know," Sam smashed his hand against my baby and I squinted my eyes at him.

"Don't you dare take it out on my baby," I watched him carefully.

"Whatever, Dean," Sam rolled his eyes.