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Sam was well aware that people all over the world ate strange things like bugs, but there was something about Dean watching Survivor that just made him gag. “Seriously, dude, can you shut that off? It’s gross.”

“Hell no, the chicks are barely wearing anything, and what they are wearing is soaked. It’s like porn.”

“If you want to want to watch porn, I can just go to the diner across the street to finish my book.”

“And you not be here when Dad gets back? Hell now. Just shut up and face the other direction.”
Sighing, Sam turned and tried to get back into his summer reading…

“Oh yeah, baby. Take that top off to get the maggots out of your cleavage. You want something nibbling down there, I’ll be glad to help…”

likely_evil: (Wee!Chester - Teen!Dean and Sam)
2. "Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything." - Muhammad Ali

"Sam, come on."

"I have a test tomorrow, Jo."

"You already know everything in class. You don't need to study."

Sam looked over the library table at Jo and sighed. They were in high school now. High school was a big deal and Sam had to really be smart and pass all his classes. All of the teachers were expecting him to be like Dean, who was a senior and caused more trouble than he was worth half the time. So far, he had proved them wrong, but he wasn't going to mess that up.

"You should be studying too," he pointed out to the blonde haired girl leaning back in her hair and nibbling on a twizzler. Her hair was in a ponytail sticking out the back of a baseball hat, and her mismatched colored sneakers wiggled where they were on the table.

"I don't need to study," she pointed out. "I know it all."

. . . )
likely_evil: (Fun - Bitchface)

Sam stormed out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his head, wearing only his jeans. John sat up and looked between his sons as Dean tried to keep a straight face.

"What's the matter, Sammy?" Dean asked.

"You damn well know! I'm starting a new school in two weeks and I'm already the new kid - again - and I don't need you messing with me like this. I never did anything to you to mess with your reputation at any school, and it's not fair that you're going to make my first day hell!"

"Ok, Sam, clam down." John leaned closer, watching them carefully. "Now what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?!" Sam reached up and pulled the towel off his head, revealing a nearly bald scalp, only a few patches of hair remaining. "He put NAIR in my shampoo! I found the bottle in the trash. It'll be weeks before it grows back!"

Dean fell over laughing, and John and Sam both turned to look at him. "Sam, go finish washing up," John told his younger son. "I'm going to have a talk with your brother."

"You should shave all his hair off too," Sam said as he started back to the bathroom. "See if he can get a girl without any hair to cover his deformed head," he muttered as he slammed the door behind him.
likely_evil: (WeeChester - Teen!Dean and Sam)
Ok, I can do this. Piece of cake, right? Knees bent, balance centered, one foot after another. Kids do this all the time.

Carefully, Sam put one foot out on the ice, then the other. The skates that he was borrowing wiggled a bit under his too long legs as he fought to get his balance. He had already made sure that there was no one around the lake as he decided to teach himself to skate, just in case.

He still thought this was ridiculous, but Sandra McCoy had asked him on a date at the local skating rink, and he wasn't about to admit that he didn't know how to skate. And he wasn't going to ask Dean to teach him - not like Dean was around much anymore now that he had the Impala and Dad was sending him off on small easy jobs on his own.

So it was Sam verses the lake. He took a deep breath, then slowly started to move like he saw the ice skaters on television move...

- and promptly found himself off balance, arms flailing in the air right before he fell backwards onto the ice. His vision was doubled for a moment with the impact, and his butt and back were starting to hurt as he just stayed still a moment.

Maybe she'll let me take her to a movie instead...
likely_evil: (WeeChester - split screen)
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
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