--Alrighty boys and girls last one!--
"HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN DEAN?" John bellowed. Dean did his best not to wince. He knew this was coming, it was inevitable. Sam was sitting on the crappy looking sofa, his eyes down. The white bandage on his neck stood out against his suntanned skin. John had come home about ten minutes ago, screaming at Dean for an explanation. Dean had told him half of the story in cliff notes version and John had started his never ending bellowing at Dean, who was standing at attention, unflinching as Dad's face turned redder and redder. "I'M GONE FOR LESS THAN A WEEK AND YOUR BROTHER GETS ATTACKED BY A DAMN VAMPIRE! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU ANYWAY?"
"I was on a date but-"
"YOU WERE ON A GOD DAMN DATE? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Dean's eyes were on the floor. As if he didn't feel guilty enough.
"Dad-" Sam began.
"SAM, DON'T!" John bellowed. He folded his arms over his chest, his brown eyes furious. "I HAVE ALWAYS TOLD YOU TO WATCH OUT FOR YOUR BROTHER BECAUSE SOMETHING LIKE THIS MIGHT HAPPEN!"
"It was only for a couple of hours Dad. I didn't think-"
"EXACTLY! YOU DIDN'T THINK! WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITH YOU BOY?" John's breath was heavy, his face deep red. "IF ANYTHING LIKE THIS EVER HAPPENS AGAIN I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE! YOU'VE GOT ONE DAMN JOB AND ONE JOB ONLY!"
"Yes sir," Dean said quietly, his eyes rose again. "It won't happen again,"
"DAMN STRAIGHT IT WON'T!" Sam stood, apparently at his breaking point.
"Dad I told him to go out!" Sam bellowed. "He canceled his date and I told him to go out. If it's anybody's fault it's mine."
"Yeah Sam it's your fault you were attacked," John scoffed.
"No but it's not Dean's." Sam said harshly.
"I've told your brother since day one to watch out for you Sam now stay out of this." John said, his voice rising.
"I'm not gonna sit here and watch you yell at him for no reason. I should have been paying attention."
"Sam for the last time but out!" John yelled. Dean's eyes were on the ground. He sighed and took a step sideways.
Here we go again, another game of make Dean pick a side. Ready, set…
"Dean honestly is this your fault?" Sam asked.
…Go. He looked up at Sam and sighed. John stared expectedly at him.
"Sam stay out of this!" John bellowed.
"NO! GOD WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO ACT LIKE A FRIGGIN' DRILL SERGEANT?"
"BECAUSE I'M YOUR FATHER!" John retaliated.
"NO YOU'RE AN ASS!" Sam bellowed.
"WHAT'D YOU SAY TO ME BOY?"
"YOU HEARD ME! GOD I CAN'T WAIT TO GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THIS!"
Dean's heart ached at Sam's words. You wanna leave Sammy? You wanna get away from me and Dad? Is that it? Do you hate us that much?
"YOU WANNA LEAVE?" John bellowed. "THEN GO RIGHT AHEAD!" Dean's head shot up and he walked over to Sam, gripping his arm tightly and ushering him toward the door.
"Go cool off Sammy," He said, opening the door. Sam walked out and Dean shut it.
"It was my fault Dad," Dean admitted. "I should've been here. It won't happen again," The color faded from John's face and his breath came down to a normal level.
"Damn straight it won't," John said. "Now you and your brother get off to school,"
"Yes sir," Dean mumbled.
"Hey Rifle!" Jet bellowed, standing in front of the schools bulletin board posted outside the school. Dean walked over, a fake grin plastered on his face. The cold September air pressed around him, the stink of school bus diesel permeating the air. The car ride here with his brother was awkward and silent. Sam kept his eyes out toward the windshield, arms folded across his chest. Dean hadn't tried to say anything.
It was all avoidable though. Sam didn't have to say a word, he didn't have to fight with Dad like he did every time they were in the same room for more than ten minutes. Dean admitted it, to Dad, to himself, that it was wrong to leave Sam alone when he knew he shouldn't have. The disapproval on his father's face that would remain there for God knew how long.
But right now he could escape into a world where monsters were something in the shadows outside, something he didn't have to worry about until 2:30. And on Fridays not until eleven. So he walked over to his best friend, the smile on his face bright and excited, unlike his own.
"Guess who made starting QB?" Jet teased. Dean's grin turned real.
"No way," He said.
"Way," Bear said behind him. "We all made first string man," Bear grinned.
"You did?" Kirk asked, a bundle of books in his arms. He grinned. "That's awesome!"
"Hell yeah it's awesome," Lipstick said, staring at the list like it was made of gold. "Except we've got two Freshman on Varsity," He scowled.
"Yeah, Whitman's dad's the coach," Dean said.
"Cheater's," Kirk said, shaking his head.
"How've you been holding up man?" Dean asked. Kirk shrugged.
"Some days are better than others. It's just weird to get used to ya know?" He said. Bear put a meaty hand on Kirk's shoulder.
"I feel your pain dude." He said.
"Hey Dean," Jet said, grinning. "Here comes Isabelle," Bear looked Isabelle up and down and whistled.
"Hot huh?" Lipstick said.
"Honey hush," Bear replied.
"Hey Dean," Isabelle said. "Can I talk to you for a second?" She asked. Dean nodded.
"Oo," His friend's chimed. Dean rolled his eyes at them and gently grabbed Isabelle's arm, leading her away from the gawking teenage boys.
"Sorry about that," Dean muttered. Isabelle smiled and shook her head.
"It's okay. Have you been in an Irish Pub in the 1700s? Compared to them your friends are Waiters at a fancy restaurant," She giggled.
"Hey, uh, thanks for uh, helpin' me out," Dean said quietly.
"No problem. I did tell you I'd help in any way I could," She said. "Your brother okay?"
"Yeah he's fine. Just a little sleep and he was great," Dean said, glancing sideways in his brother's direction. Sam was laughing with some of his friends, apparently taking the same attitude that he had when it came to this morning. "As far as going back out goes I'm not really sure if-"
"No, no, you don't have to worry about that," Isabelle said with a small laugh. "I was seriously just asking if Sam was alright…and if you were alright," She added feebly.
"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" He asked.
"I saw the look on your face yesterday when we walked in that room. I thought you were gonna puke," Dean looked down. Isabelle popped her gum.
"I don't like it when people mess with my brother, I've got a real big problem with that," He admitted.
"John pound it into your head?" She asked. He nodded. They stood in silence for a moment. "Hey," She lifted his chin. "I'll see ya around Dean," She said.
"What you're leaving?" He asked. She may have been a vampire but…she was really cool, and really hot and…man this was just his luck.
"Ya know how it goes, Vampire kills around town, other Vampires get a bad rep ya know? Something like this happens again people know the type to look for, and hey, I fit the type." She said. Dean sighed.
"Well this sucks," He said. She nodded.
"Yeah. But hey, if it makes you feel any better," She leaned in close to him, both of their foreheads pressed together. "You're the best kisser I've met in three hundred years," Her ruby lips touched his again, and for the last time.
She left the next day, Dean never saw her again. The vampires weren't the only things to invade his and Sam's school that year, or the years Sam was there by himself. The fights between him and Dad didn't stop until after he died. Dean tried keeping the peace whenever he could but, you know how that goes. Sam left four years later and bolted to Stanford. Two years after that Dean showed up at his and Jessica's apartment asking to come help him look for Dad. And the rest, well you know that part too.
--I had so much fun writing this and I hope you had fun reading it. This whole thing wouldn't be possible without you guys, Kripke, Jensen, Jared, and everybody else behind the show! Thank you guys again and tell me if you like the ending! God bless!--