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Worlds Apart - Part 1 (Destiel)

"Sammy," Dean called out to his little brother, "C'mon get ready for your first day of school."

"I don't wanna," Sam mumbled, half-asleep as he tried to push his brother away from the side of his bed. Sam rolled over onto his other shoulder pulling the covers even tighter around himself.

"Oh no you don't," Dean stopped him and rolling him back over so that he was facing Dean again. "C'mon you big baby, dad is going to kill us if we miss the bus again."

"Dad isn't even home, Dean. I doubt he'd notice if we missed just one day of school," Sam complained, still pushing for just one more hour of sleep. The boys hadn't gotten home until early morning from their hunt and had only gotten a couple hours of sleep. For Dean who had never needed much sleep it was ok but for Sam, growing as much as he was, every second of sleep mattered.

"No Sam, then the school would call asking questions and you know what dad says about questions," Dean said.

"The less the better, I got it Dean," Sam sighed, "I'll be ready in fifteen."

"Make that ten," Dean said on his way out.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Sam and Dean we're currently in Goldfield, Nevada chasing a ghost trail they picked up on. Their dad was currently MIA, again, which was not uncommon for the eldest Winchester. Left last night saying he'd be back in a couple days which usually meant a couple weeks. Most times John enlisted in the boys for help on hunts but other times he would go off on his own for a couple weeks only to return with a new case that took them to the other side of the country. Though he did this John still insisted that the boys ought to go to school and get an education. God knows why since he never really gave them a choice but to be hunters and hunters didn't really need much of an education. Maybe he just did it to keep them off his back but who knows.

John was not the kindest man and he definitely wasn't when he came home drunk which was to say, pretty often. Because of this Dean had learned to take care of his little brother, Sammy. He learned to cook for him, he learned when to tell him to close his eyes because this part gets a little gruesome Sammy and your only nine and I don't want you to see this vampire head. Hell, Dean even taught Sam how to swim so that he wouldn't have to go through John's less than stellar methods of swim lessons, needless to say Dean was still a bit uneasy around any amount of water larger than a bathtub.

Dean was only sixteen and yet he could already say that he has seen more death than most army veterans. It showed too, in his ever guarded stance, his keen pessimism, and most especially, his eyes.

Sam who was only thirteen could successfully say he had been to schooling in over twenty-two states. He also knew how to make and build more weapons than most even knew the names of. His eyes we're softer than Dean's since he didn't carry the same burdens that Dean did but he too couldn't help but survey every room he walked in to, always on alert. One thing that Sam had never told anyone though was that he was scared of the dark. And clowns but that was a more obvious fear that Dean always loved to parade around him.

These were the Winchester boys, a little broken and damaged in places but as long as they had each other they were whole.

~Two weeks later~

"Mr. Winchester," Dean's Chemistry teacher called out to him, trying to gain back his attention. Dean who had been staring out the window suddenly snapped into focus.

"I hope you were listening Mr. Winchester, I was just explaining our next lab and the instructions are vital to you getting a good grade in this class."

"Yeah ok," Dean said going back to staring out the window. He was just aching for his dad to come back with another case so that he could get out of this town. It was starting to wear on him.

"Mr. Winchester-" The teacher's rant was cut off by the sound of the bell and students filing out. Dean hurriedly left the classroom before the teacher could give him a proper scolding for his 'disrespecting behavior'.

"Hey you're Dean, right?" Dean turned around to find a pretty looking blonde staring back at him.

Dean gave the girl a flirtatious smirk, "Sure am but if a girl's as pretty as you she can call me anything she wants."

The girl blushed a deep red and let out a girly giggle.

***

Sam had just gotten a call from their dad. Apparently he was back in town again. He told Sam that he was going to pack up their things and that he would pick them up at the end of the day from school so that they could leave for the next town. Packing was pretty quick seeing as the boys never really unpacked their things, at least not fully. They were always ready for the phone call saying it was time to move again.

Sam huffed a exhausted sigh, it wouldn't be hard to find his older brother but it was still a chore. So Sam started with the back of the bleachers, slowly making his way through the empty classrooms and janitorial closets until he stumbled upon Dean locking lips with a pretty blonde in a deserted hallway.

"Dean," Sam drawled in a bored tone, "It's time to go."

"Five more minutes, Sammy," Dean said, cleary preoccupied with the blonde in front of him. "The bus won't be here for another five minutes."

"Dean," Sam said again.

"What Sam," Dean said in exasperation, "I told you the bus-"

"Dad's here to pick us up," Sam interrupted, "It's time to go. Say goodbye to your little friend there and then meet me at the front of the school." With that Sam was gone, he knew he sounded harsh but he didn't care. Sam knew Dean wasn't too attached to the girl anyhow. He probably didn't even know her name.

Dean caught up with Sam surprisingly quickly, meeting up with him before he even reached the cafeteria by the front doors.

"That was fast," Sam commented. "What, no goodbye smooch?" Sam grinned as his brother shot him his best bitch face.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."