They call me the Anti-Christ

"Dean, pull over man..."

"Oh come on Sammy, it's not that bad."

"I'm not kidding."

Dean looked at his kid brother in the backseat of the Impala. Dean was now 16 and just got his license. Dad had handed him the keys to the Impala, telling him to take Sam out to get something for dinner. On their way back, however, Dean decided he wanted to really take a ride and test out just how the car ran.

Sam had been sitting stretched out in the back, reading while Dean was driving. He had eaten too much, but it wasn't often that they actually want out to eat, so he took advantage of the desert menu. However, after the first hairpin Dean took on the back country roads, Sam was starting to regret it.

( Dean please! )

ooc: takes place after this

Suicide to think of you / But I still like the pain -Jackalope ‘Go Away’

As Ruby walked away, Sam took time to pull his broken body off the ground. The gun was gone. Dean's gun. That gun had been in that shoulder holster since he had joined CONTROL. He refused to take any other piece. The rest of his armory from the back of the Impala had been stashed at Bobby's. All he kept was the car - safe in the condo's garage where no one could steal it while he was out on assignments, a shotgun for the condo hidden in the front closet, the dream catcher that hung above his office desk, and that gun.

The gun which Ruby had taken from him. Just like Lilith had taken Dean from him.

( Demons )

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Sam Winchester
Supernatural

They would go away for weeks, even months at a time now. There had been fights, but Sam was adamant to stay in one school for his senior year. So the hotel had become a home base where Sam snuck out early in the morning to get to school before people wondered why he didn't ride the bus. He stayed late in the public library so he didn't have to go "home" right away.

His girlfriend, who he started to date right after homecoming, took pity on him and invited him to dinner at her place at least twice a week. Her mother fell in love with the sweet boy her daughter liked, and insisted that he was too skinny and needed to eat. So he was well fed for the first time in his life, learning that there was more to meals than Lucky Charms and McDonald's fries.

Pastor Jim helped him figure out how to file for colleges. They both knew that John Winchester was expecting Sam to give up on the schooling after this year, but Sam liked school. He wanted to do something more than just killing demons. He'd be happier if he never saw a demon again for the rest of his life, in fact. That was going to be an argument he would have to face with his father sooner or later.

But the fact he wanted out of this life didn't stop him from sleeping with a gun under his bed at night. He was a dreamer, but he wasn't stupid either.

( They came back... )

Muse: Sam Winchester
Supernatural
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