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On The Road Again - Dean Fluff

I woke up to the sound of my parents arguing downstairs again whatever the argument was about I can't really say that I care. Because at this point they all had the same outcome, one of the parents would say something and the other would get pissed off and leave for about hours at a time. I checked in Fulton's room to see if he was still asleep and maybe I could lay with him while he was snoring so he could drown out the hateful words my parents would probably spout all night. To my luck, he was passed out because he could sleep through everything so I just pushed him over some and got under the covers with him. Weird right? When your parents argue usually your first thought isn't to go and sleep in your twin's room but for me, it was just what came naturally. If I ever needed comfort Fulton and I were never far from one another. Of course here lately it's been worse than usual when we were kids they only argued every once in a while, now it's every night. I've told Dean about it but there's not much he can do except console me over the phone. Which on cue I hear my phone go off and I pick it up from the nightstand I set it on, and look to see Dean texted me. "Come to Fulton's window" I get up confused and open my brother's window and walk on the roof and look around and I spot him. Only two people in my whole life have been able to cheer me up on sight one was my twin, the other was Dean. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my face in his neck for a hug. When he sets me down he kisses me sweetly and he gets distracted and looks down, right about where the kitchen would be, hearing what's been keeping me up for years. He's got this look it's not pity so much as confliction and I can immediately tell he's going to say something, whether or not I'm going to like what he says is to be determined. "How long have they been arguing like this?" I look down at my phone to check the time, "Given its 3:45 and they've been arguing since 11... almost 5 years and 4 hours." He sighs, looks down at my face and cups it with his hands, and kisses my forehead. He rests his chin on my head while hugging me, "Seems Fulton's snoring isn't doing it for you anymore" I nod in response too tired to even argue. We stay like this for I don't know how long but before I could doze off in his arms he says, "Look (Y/n) I'm going to be honest. I'm leaving on a trip for a little while  and I think that it would be good for you if you came with me." My head snaps up and I look in his eyes flabbergasted. I mean I couldn't help but think sure a trip with Dean sounds like just what he doc ordered but the thing is figuring out if my parents would even care if I was gone. Even though they haven't really focused on anything else besides their bitter rivalry for the last few years it seems they do notice when you and Fulton don't do their chores or get the groceries. Fulton never seemed to mind but I did, tired physically and tired of having to deal with things that weren't part of my future for years. Fulton definitely would but he's easily convinced as long as I buy him a 12 pack of Dr. Pepper and a box of PopTarts. I just wanted a chance to live and be a kid. I give him the best skeptical look I can muster, "Do you even have the money for this Dean?" He nods and pulls out a huge wad of cash which I dare not ask where he got it from. Part of me lit up with joy but the skeptic decides to take control and convince us both this isn't reasonable. "You know they're going to hate you if we do this?" He gives me that signature smirk and scoffs, "No more than usual, let me take my chances."  "How long will we be gone?" "For as long as you need (Y/n/n). C'mon, give me 3 days if you decide you don't like it I'll bring you right back." I give up I was too tired to argue and honestly what did I have to lose? It was summer after all. "Give me a minute," He nods trying to contain his excitement but I knew him all too well and could tell he did his happy dance when I turned around to go back through the window.  Going back in the house to pack I decided I might as well write my wombmate an explanation. It was just a note telling him I'd be back eventually, I set it down on his nightstand and kissed his forehead before walking back out on the roof and shutting the window. Throughout this time you could still hear my parents arguing so naturally, it gave me that much more encouragement to jump into Dean's arms from the roof and climb in his old camero while he threw my duffels in the trunk. On to the next big adventure just minutes out of reach and sight. He started the car and put it in gear and I watched my cursed home of mommy and daddy issues creep out of my view Dean's hand in mine the whole time. Now I might finally be able to get a good night's rest... fingers crossed.