Aren't You A Pretty Thing?

Chapter 3

Monday could not have come soon enough. Dean considers himself to be straight as an arrow but he couldn't help but be pumped for the challenge. He has to give Benny props for creativity, a gay initiation stunt is certainly original. Dean spruced himself up the best he could manage. Sporting Dads hand-me-down jacket and the nicest pair of jeans he could find. Ok, so maybe it's not far from his usual look but he did put a little product in his hair at least. He makes a final check in the mirror and nods in approval, "Yeah, I got this." He throws a wink at himself and walks back towards his shared room with Sammy. You'd think in a house with two floors they could have separate rooms but no, Dad needs one for his gun collection. "Hey, Sammy," Deans pops his head around the door and can see Sam sitting on the edge of his bed tying his shoe. "You about ready?"

"My name's Sam, Dean. Sammy is for five year olds that can't tie their own shoes." He throws his leg up in the air and points at his neatly done shoelace. "I obviously can."

Dean raises his eyebrows, "Right. Come on, lets get out of here. Don't wanna be late." He smacks the door frame and starts heading downstairs.

"Since when do you care?" Sammy calls after him as he scrambles down the stairs, knowing good and well that if he doesn't get in the Impala when Dean does he'll leave without him. "What happened to 'School is a waste of time' and that bad boy image you so carefully maintain?"

Dean laughs and glances behind him, "What image? I'm as bad as they come." He gets to the bottom of the stairs and opens the door, waiting for Sammy to walk out first.

Halfway through the door Sam stops walking and looks at Deans hand on the door knob, then to Dean and back to his hand. "So badass." He mutters and continues walking.

"Shutup." Dean smacks the back of his head and closes the door. At 14 years old Sammys height is already starting to challenge Deans. He's a skinny bean pole of a kid but smart as a whip. All of his classes are honors and Dean can't help but be proud. Sammy has hinted at becoming lawyer one day and Dean can't help but cross his fingers and hope. Sammy has the potential to make something great of himself and the last thing Dean wants to witness is him blowing it. 

Dean slides into baby and starts her up. With a groan he says, "Just listen to her purr." 

Sam wrinkles up his nose, "Do you have to say that every time we get into this thing?"

Dean reaches over and cranks up the radio, blasting the song Heat of the moment. "What was that? I can't hear you over this awesome song!"

Sammy shakes his head with a small smile on his face and stares out the window. Singing along to the song Dean backs out of the driveway.

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They walk into school and go their separate ways, "Later Sammy, see you at lunch okay?"

"Sam!" Is all he shouts as he walks away.

Dean chuckles and starts making his way to the office. Before going to sleep last night he realized that he has no idea when bible group starts or where it is.

"Nervous?" Mikey walks up behind Dean and props an arm on his shoulder.

Dean jumps, automatically assuming he's talking about his challenge. "Who told you?" His mind races a mile a minute, did one of the guys spill? Does everyone know? Is it ruined?

Mikey laughs, "We share the same history class dipshit. I heard that test is going to be brutal."

Dean breathes a laugh, "Oh right, yeah that's... totally nervous."

"You didn't study at all did you?"

Dean shakes his head. "Not one bit." Which is the truth. Dean isn't a bad student but he's no Sammy. He can barely manage to keep his grades high enough to not be kicked from the team. A lot of that is attributed to his lack of studying. It's not like he hasn't tried but the words and letters get jumbled around in his and he can't make sense of it.