Disclaimer: I'm borrowing Sam and Dean and their Supernatural world. The other characters and plot came from me. Also, I'm not from Rome, GA,(or Berry College) nor have I ever been there. I am basing the girls of Berry college off of a stereotyped version of sorority girls. Real life sorority girls (was in one myself) and the women of Berry College are probably much deeper and less, um, bimboic (in general).
Warnings: This story
contains implied sex. It's not explicit by any means- but if you
don't like the implication- don't read. Along the same lines, Dean is
a bit of a man whore (again it's only implied) in this so if that's
gonna bother you- don't read. And finally, there will be bad
language, but nothing that wouldn't be on the show.
Warning 2: There are girls in this. HOWEVER! I hate girls in these stories, but alas, I needed them for the plot. They are written to be helpless, over-sexed, and bimboic. If I do my job right- they will have no distinctive personalities and only a limited amount of lines.
And now, if you're still reading, on with the story!
Chapter 1- Split
Sam rolled his eyes as he watched his brother 'turn on the charm' to a rather large group of college-aged girls. Dean had been sitting at the bar for over an hour, chatting it up with the ladies. After getting a beer, Sam had seated himself at a dark table in the corner of the room- away from the bar's bustle. The sports bar was crowded and the majority of its patrons appeared to be college-aged and more than likely out to "get some".
Sam turned his eyes away from his brother and back to the Rome News-Tribune, the local newspaper he picked up in the town. He was still looking for their next hunt. Their last hunt had ended a few days ago and had ran fairly smoothly. No one had gotten thrown anywhere and other than Dean accidentally slamming his own fingers in a door, an event that had Sam mercilessly teasing his brother, neither brother had gotten hurt.
In the paper, the top story of the day was the fireman who resuscitated a cat. Sam shook his head, he was happy for the cat- really. But that wasn't the kind of thing he was looking for. He continued scanning the stories, only looking up to thank the waitress who replaced his beer. Sam stopped his scanning on the last page of news…before the sports section. Buried on the bottom of the page was a headline that read, "Fourth Unexplained Death at Construction Site". He hadn't read the article, but he knew that he had found what he was looking for.
Before reading the short article, Sam took his head out of the paper to gauge where his brother was. From his seat in the dark corner he looked over at the bar where he had last seen Dean. However, now all he could see by the bar was a large mass of blonde heads. The blonde heads appeared to be circling something and Sam shook his head in disbelief and partial disgust when he looked down and saw his brother's feet standing in the center of the blonde circle. Really, how could one man flirt with ten women at the same time? Really?
Once again rolling his eyes at his brother, Sam looked back down to read the article. It didn't give much detail, only said that four construction workers had been found dead at a new construction site. Each worker had been found on a different morning after serving as the night guard for the site. The article went on to mention that the construction company would be putting up a fence in place of the night guard from this point forth. Sam couldn't help but think that the company should have done that after the first death.
Nothing was explicit, but there was certainly enough information given in the article to warrant further supernatural investigation. Sam looked up from his thoughts and jumped. Dean was crouched down at the table staring at him.
Seeing his brother jump, Dean smirked, "Looks like your reflexes are getting a little slow there, kiddo."
Sam raised his eyebrows, "Yeah?" And then glared, "How you're fingers doing kiddo?"
Dean's smirk left and he glared back. Apparently Sam was in a bad mood. It no doubtedly had something to do with the fact that he was in a bar, but Dean honestly couldn't understand Sam's need to fight against having fun. He decided to ignore his brother's bad mood and share his own good news. "Sam, you're not gonna believe this."
Sam sighed, his annoyance replaced by preemptive exhaustion upon seeing Dean's excitement, "What?"
Dean continued to ignore his brother's mood, "You see those girls over there?"
Sam looked at the girls who were all smiling and giggling in his direction; whatever Dean was about to say…it wasn't going to be good.
Dean smiled back at the girls and then continued talking to Sam, "Dude! You are not going to believe this. I was sitting there minding my own business…"
Sam laughed, choking on his beer, and interrupting his brother, "You're right I don't believe it."
Dean glared again; Sam's mood was beginning to annoy him. "Man, would you just quit it and listen?"
Seeing Dean was serious, Sam turned his attention to his brother. Dean resumed the story, "Like I was saying," he shot Sam a look, "I was minding my own business when I overheard that whole group of girls talking about this ghost that's haunting their dorm. They were going through all these legends about how to destroy it…Dude, they were even talking about having a séance and channeling the spirit into a box and then burying the box." Dean shook his head at the absurdity of that idea and Sam once again found himself fearful of where this was going.
Dean saw his brother's look and decided to skip to the end, "Make a long story short…I offered our services." Sam closed his eyes, yep, he was afraid that was where the story was going.
Dean didn't understand Sam's lack of enthusiasm, "Sam. An all girls' dorm…"
Upon receiving no reaction from his brother he tried again, "All girls…all INCREDIBLY hot girls…" he pointed to the girls by the bar, "…standing there?…In desperate need of our help?" He waved his hands at his brother, "Come on man! Some of them have already assured me of payment." After a pause, he looked his brother in the eyes, "You get what I'm…"
Sam waved his hands and made a face interrupting his brother before Dean could further to explain what he meant, "Yeah. I get it. But Dean, you told all those girls what we do? What the hell man?"
Dean shrugged, "Sam, it's not like they know us or like we'll ever be in this town again. Besides, they don't think we're crazy. They've all seen this ghost and I didn't go into all the details, I just told them we hunt ghosts like those dudes on the sci-fi channel. You know, the ghost hunters?" Dean paused and raised his eyebrows as he went on, "Be honest, I'm gonna feel a little bad destroying the guy." Dean laughed remembering the ghost stories the girls had told him, "Some of the stuff he does…" Dean shook his head and smiled in admiration, "…classic. A girls' dorm…that's gotta be just as good as Heaven right there."
Sam was not as amused. Being on a college campus would be hard enough for him. Being surrounded by college girls…He shook his head, just being in this college bar brought back so many memories. They were good memories, but their presence reminded him of what he had lost. Working in a college dorm and then having to handle college girls flirting with him…he just didn't want to deal with that. He wasn't ready. But Dean clearly was eager to go after this hunt and Sam couldn't really blame him. Hell, this hunt was probably taken right out of one of Dean's fantasies. Looking back at the paper, Sam made his attempt to redirect his brother. He knew that it probably wouldn't work- dead construction workers versus a haunted girls' dorm- in Dean's eyes there would be no comparison, but still Sam had to try.
"Dean, listen, while you were over there…offering to service those girls..." Dean rolled his eyes at Sam's double entendre, "I found this in the local papers." He showed the article to his brother. Dean took the paper and read the article quickly. He shrugged, "Ok. So first we'll help out the babes and then we'll deal with this thing. That'll work out fine." Dean smiled, "Maybe the girl's gratefulness will extend throughout our stay here in…" He looked at Sam.
"Rome, Georgia..." Sam finished for him.
Dean smiled again, "Right. Rome."
Dean looked over and saw the pack of girls coming towards them; he smiled in greeting, "Hey ladies."
The girls all blushed and responded with smiles and Dean, all smiles himself, pointed to Sam, "This is my little brother Sam, the one I was telling you about."
The girls all waved, smiled, and said 'hi' and Sam nodded back.
One of the girls spoke up, "We know you said that you guys were just passing through and well, we thought since you'd have to be in the dorm at night anyway because that's when the ghost comes out, you guys are welcome to stay with us."
Dean's smile grew bigger and Sam looked down. One of the other girls worked her way under Dean's arm and smiled at him, "Tristy and I would love it if you'd stayed in our room." Another girl, presumably Tristy, nodded and rubbed herself along Dean's other side.
Taking advantage of his brother's loss of words, Sam spoke up, "That's very nice of you, but we already got a motel room and we've already paid for the whole week."
Dean stared at Sam having no idea what his brother was thinking when he made up that lie. "Sam..."
Sam's glare interrupted him and Dean got the message that Sam didn't want to stay with the girls. He understood that- it was probably related to Jessica in some way, but even if Sam didn't want to stay with the girls, he really, really did. Reluctantly working his way out of the girls' hold, Dean grabbed Sam's collar and pulled his brother towards the other end of the bar, "excuse us for a moment ladies."
Once they were at the other end of the bar, Dean looked at Sam pleadingly, "Sam. Come on man, you gotta give me this one." He pointed at the girls, "I mean…come on!"
Sam stayed with his head down, torn between his own self-preservation and Dean's happiness.
Seeing the distress on Sam's face, Dean tried a different approach. He put his hand on his brother's arm, "Look, I get that you don't want to stay with the girls. We can get a motel room, you can sleep there, I'll even give you the car. Your participation can be limited to ghost hunting…" Dean looked at Sam a mixture of hope and request on his face.
Sam appreciated his brother's understanding, but it wasn't just about the sleeping arrangements. He didn't want to be on a college campus again and even more so, he didn't want to be hunting around innocent college girls. The whole thing was hitting to close to home. He was supposed to still be at college himself; he just couldn't do this.
Dean was expecting an answer and Sam had three choices. He could suck it up and go with his brother's suggestion…Sam considered it, but the heartache he felt turned him away from that choice. He could tell Dean what the real problem was…that would possibly steer Dean away from this hunt, but then Dean would be sacrificing his own happiness for Sam's and since Sam honestly couldn't do the same (ala: choice number one), he didn't want that outcome either.
That left the third choice: once again try to convince Dean to forsake or at least postpone the hunt. Seeing that as the best option, Sam answered his brother, "Dean, I just think we should focus on this other hunt. I mean, whatever's going on over there has already killed four people. I think we should handle that before dealing with the mischievous ghost that's playing tricks in the girls' dorm."
Dean found himself becoming annoyed. He gave Sam an out of the sleeping arrangements; he couldn't understand why Sam was insisting that they do the other hunt. He had pleaded with Sam- not something he did often- and Sam had turned him down. For a brief moment, he was hurt by Sam's rejection of his plea. He had never rejected Sam's pleas. Never. And Sam made them considerably more frequently than he did. Even when Sam had begged him for his blessing to go to college...even then he had acquiesced to Sam's request. It killed him to do it, but he gave Sam his blessing and now Sam couldn't agree to go on a hunt in a girls' dorm with him? Pushing the hurt aside Dean argued with his brother, "We agreed to help the girls first. Plus we don't even know if that construction thing is our kind of gig."
Sam shook his head, "No, you agreed to help the girls first and…come on Dean…four unexplained deaths four days in a row…"
Dean's annoyance grew into anger. This was his dream job and he already had ten girls depending on him. "What is your problem Sam? We have ten beautiful girls who need our help and you want to go to an empty construction site?"
Sam argued back, "Is the ghost trying to kill the girls? Are they in danger?"
Dean shook his head, "What the hell difference does that make? It's a ghost, it's bothering them, it's our job to take it down."
"The other…whatever it is…is KILLING people. That should come first. We hunt the deadly thing before we hunt the annoying thing."
Dean threw his arms up exasperated, "Sam…the deadly thing won't be killing anything for awhile now that there's nobody on night duty AND like I said, we already told the girls that we'd help them."
Sam glared at his brother, "and like I said, it was you who promised to help them…not me."
Dean stared at his brother for a moment considering their circular argument. Coming to a conclusion he nodded, "Fine Sam. You know what? I think it's time you went on your first solo hunt."
Shock pulled the plug on Sam's anger and he stepped back, "What?"
"Dad sent me out on my first solo hunt when I was 23. We can't agree on which hunt to do. There's no reason we need to do every hunt together. You do your hunt and I'll do mine. Like I said, I'll even lend you the car."
Sam felt his confusion growing at Dean's behavior. Dean wanted him hunting alone? Not that he didn't appreciate Dean's apparent trust that he could handle whatever it was, but Dean had issues temporarily splitting up on hunts they did together. Suggesting Sam take on a hunt by himself… "You're serious?"
Dean avoided looking at his brother. He nodded, "Yeah. Just let me get what I need out of the back and I'll go home with Kristy, Tristy, Misty…whatever their names are."
Sam shook his head at Dean's seemingly irrational behavior, "Dean. You really want us to do these hunts alone?"
Dean looked at his brother, "No Sam. I don't want us to do them alone, but if that's what needs to happen…I want to help the girls. You want to do your thing...so we'll split up. Besides, you're 23 dude, it's about time you did a hunt on your own. Like I said, dad sent me on my first loner when I was your age."
Sam stared at his brother, "But that was different. You like hunting."
Dean argued, "Like has nothing to do with it. You've been hunting your entire life now, Sam. You know just as much as I do." Sam shook his head. He most certainly did not know all of what Dean knew. Dean had considerably more experience than he did. Four more years life experience plus the experience he had gained when Sam was in college.
Unaware of Sam's thoughts Dean continued, "Who knows, maybe this will be good for you," then he smiled at the girls, "I know this'll be good for me." He looked back at Sam, "I'll grab the stuff I need from the car."
Signaling the pack of females, Dean left the bar- girls in tow. Five minutes later, Sam was still standing in the corner of the bar, shock on his face. He stared at the car keys that Dean had dropped in his hand. He was on his own. Dean had left for Berry College.
Sam laughed at the irony of his thoughts: he was lamenting Dean's departure to college, who would have thought that would ever happen? Shaking the thought from his head, Sam looked up determined. Ok- so he was hunting solo. Dean was right- he knew how to do this and if there was an emergency and he needed help- his brother was only a phone call away. Having reassured himself, Sam left money for the waitress and headed out the door of the bar. He had to go find a motel and start his research.
Dean stared out the passenger window as the blonde chick in the red tank top drove him to the dorm. He wished that he had had more time to talk to Sam. Insisting that they split up may not have been the best idea. He just hadn't wanted to lose the opportunity to stay and save these girls. Dean considered calling Sam and further discussing the two hunts, but further discussion wouldn't change anything. Sam wanted to do the other hunt and he wanted to do this one.
Dean leaned back in the seat. Maybe it was a good idea for Sam to go on a solo hunt. Dean thought back to his own first solo hunt. It had been difficult, but he had learned more on that hunt than he had on almost any other hunt he could think of and what that hunt did to his self confidence…it had been a great feeling knowing that he could handle things on his own if need be. Looking back on it now, he was extremely thankful that he had had that lesson because as it stood…dad wasn't around anymore. Dean relaxed feeling more comfortable with his suggestion; it would be good for Sam to hunt alone. It was true what Sam had said - he and Dean were very different people…Sam never wanted hunting as a life like Dean had, but still, the solo hunt could teach his brother a few things.
Feeling hands kneading his shoulders, Dean looked into the back seat. The girl in the gold tank top was giving him a massage. A smile grew on his face and he sighed, he didn't care what happened…Sam was on his own. He wasn't giving this situation up for anything…
FYI- The story with the firefighter and the cat was a real story headlining in the Rome News-Tribune.
Of course, the boys won't be split for the entire story. You all should know that Dean's last line will be famous last words...