To Be or Not To Be ***CONTINUATION*** <<COMPLETED>>

Friends

After Sam and Dean had left the meeting, they walked together to Sam's next class, deep in conversation.

"Why do you always try to get me to making friends?" Dean asks Sam.

Sam shrugs. "Sometimes you just need a slight push."

Dean laughs. "Sam, you don't slightly push, you forcefully shove."

Sam shrugs again. "What can I say? I get you to do things."

"You get me to die."

Sam laughs. "Making friends isn't going to kill you."

"It won't kill you either, but you don't see me pressuring you to make friends. Oh, by the way, make a friend."

Sam smiles and Dean and pauses by the classroom door. "I could make a friend right now if I wanted to."

"Twenty bucks says you can't." Dean glared at his younger brother, knowing he'd lose the bet. He'll just say it's a really early Christmas present.

Sam glares at Dean smiling. He accepts the challenge and walks up to the first person he sees.

"Hey, I'm Sam. I'm sort of new here and I was wondering if you could show me around," he says smiling brightly.

The other boy smiles. "I don't see why not. I'm Gabriel, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Gabriel," Sam says turning to his brother, an evil grin on his face.

Dean rolls his eyes. "Bitch," he says, smiling.

"Jerk," Sam replies, then walks into the classroom with Gabriel.

When Dean got to his class, the teacher was already there, taking attendance. He glared at Dean, who mumbled an apology and sat down in the only seat still open.

Someone leans over and taps him on the shoulder.

Dean looks over his shoulder at the boy.

The boy smiles. "Hey, you're Dean right?"

"Yes," Dean says warily. He didn't trust the boy who seemed a little too excited to meet him.

"I'm Crowley," he says extending his hand out to Dean.

Dean takes his hand. "Nice to meet you." He was still frowning.