Lie To Me: The Way We Were
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam & Dean, OMC
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, BTO or Three Dog Night, but god I wish I did. All my respect for their creators and affiliates. *kisses*
Author's Note: This fic is dedicated to my lil sis. Sorry for the wait, baby girl! I hope you enjoy it, this being your first SN dedication. :) I love you, sweetheart!!
Lie To Me:
The Way We Were
August 23, 2001-Night
Dean pulled the Impala over to the side of the road and got out of the car. Sam followed suit, making himself comfortable on the hood next to his brother. He bumped shoulders with Dean. Dean gave him a half-hearted smile.
The two of them had been playing pool for the last hour, Dean purposely losing so he could watch Sam’s face continually light up and hopefully have his younger brother’s smile ingrained in his memory by the time Sam left.
“So, we’ve played pool, flirted with some gorgeous women and threw back a few shots. What’s next?” Dean asked.
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. You tell me. You’re the one that instigated this last minute bonding session, Dean.”
Dean’s brow furrowed for several minutes as his mind ran through a list of possible, teetering on the edge of legal, activities for the two of them to do. His face lit up and he suddenly threw back his head, laughing out loud.
“I just thought of a brilliant idea, Sammy. You’re gonna love it.”
Sam stared at him quizzically. “You sure? Usually when you say something like that, Dean, we’ve gotten suspended from school, and Dad took away my books and your hunting privileges.”
Dean scowled. “You’re the one leaving us for higher learning tomorrow, College Boy. You’re either in or you’re out.”
Sam sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “I’m in.” He knew Dean, or John for that matter, wasn’t exactly thrilled by the prospect of him abandoning the family business as Dean liked to call it, to go to Stanford.
“Sweet,” Dean replied, his smirk firmly in place.
***
February 15, 1996-Day
Mr. Jacob Duvall had had it in for the Winchester boys the minute Sam walked into the gym for PE. Sizing Sam up, Duvall figured he’d be one of the high school’s faster runners even though he was just thirteen. Unfortunately, Sam was only a mediocre runner much to Duvall’s disappointment.
Duvall decided to get the boy’s father involved. But he soon learned John was away on business. So he was left to discuss the matter with Sam’s older brother, Dean. Duvall felt somewhat awkward talking about one of his students with a sixteen-year-old, but Dean was Sam’s only reachable legal guardian so he had no choice. Unbeknownst to Duvall, Sam had filled Dean in on what an absolute jackass his Phys Ed teacher was. So the three of them sat in Duvall’s office that afternoon, the boys sitting shoulder-to-shoulder across from Duvall’s desk, waiting for Duvall to start the meeting.
“So I’m assuming that Sam has told you what this meeting is about?”
Dean cleared his throat. “He has, as a matter of fact. He doesn’t run well enough for you? What the hell’s up with that?” he demanded, glaring at Duvall.
Duvall’s face turned red in anger. “Don’t you dare talk back to me like that, Winchester. I could have you in detention so fast it’d make your head spin,” he snapped.
Sam gulped, certain Dean would retort with another smartass reply as per usual for his older brother. Instead Dean just nodded and mumbled an apology.
“What’s wrong with his running then?” Dean finally asked after a pause.
“He’s becoming distracted too easily by the girls in the class. Showing off rather than just participating in the activities I have planned.”
Dean’s brow furrowed. Is this guy for real? He’s pissed because Sam’s acting like a teenager? What a dick. He sighed heavily, deciding then and there to mess with Duvall’s head. He got to his feet and headed for the door.
“Sam! Outside now!” he bellowed. Sam flinched, slowly getting to his feet and following Dean outside Duvall’s office. Once the office door was closed behind them Dean turned toward Sam his glare dissolving into a blinding smile as he pulled his younger brother into a hug. Sam for his part was immensely confused.
“Uh, Dean? Not that I don’t appreciate this, but aren’t you pissed at me?”
“Oh, hell, no, Sammy. You’re into girls. Can’t be too pissed about that now can I?”
Sam shrugged. “You tell me.”
“Nope, definitely not. Besides, you and I both know you can run the pants off of most of those little suck-ups. No, what I have planned doesn’t make you look better in Duvall’s eyes. But it will make Duvall look like an idiot.”
“Plan? What plan? Dean…?” Before Sam could grab a hold of Dean’s jacket his older brother had stepped inside Duvall’s office once again.
“All right, Duvall. Can we compromise?”
“Sure. What you got, boys?”
“If I promise Sam will lay off on flirting with the girls in the class, you need to let me be a part of his gym class.”
“Excuse me?” Duvall for his part was floored. He wasn’t expecting this.
“What!? Dean, no! You can’t…you don’t know…Oh, god,” Sam moaned softly.
“You heard me. Now we got a deal or what?” Dean demanded fiercely.
Duvall wasn’t a man who ignored opportunity when it came knocking. And having the power to humiliate the eldest Winchester was definitely an opportunity he wasn’t about to pass up.
“All right. You have a deal,” he said, holding out his hand for Dean to shake, which he did.
***
April 26, 1996-Day
For the next month or so Dean and Sam toed the line waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike back at Duvall. One afternoon the two of them were in the locker room changing for their next classes when Duvall left his office, leaving the door open, rather than locked the way he normally did.
Pulling his shirt over his head, Dean turned toward Sam, a smirk on his face.
“It’s show time, little brother,” he said, heading into Duvall’s office, not even bothering to check to see if Sam was following him.
“What’re we doing in here, Dean?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Looking for any dirt on the guy. Now go be lookout.”
Sam sighed heavily, heading for the door to check for any sign of Duvall, certain this could only end badly. John being gone for great lengths of time on hunts certainly didn’t help curb Dean’s reckless streak. He did take his responsibility of watching out for Sam very seriously though. And for that Sam was grateful. Though if John ever found out what his boys were currently up to he probably wouldn’t be so proud of Dean’s parenting skills. In fact Sam would almost bet their father would be plenty pissed if he ever found out about this.
“Shit. Doesn’t this asshole have any skeletons in his closet?”
“Keep looking,” Sam muttered, glancing down the hallway. Still no sign of Duvall. A few minutes later Dean hit pay dirt.
“All right. I just found something.”
“Great. Can we get out of here now?” Sam asked, bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet.
“Yeah, let’s bail,” Dean agreed.
***
August 23, 2001-Night
The Impala gently nosed her way down the street, ‘til Dean parked her next to the curb. He climbed from the car grabbing a carton of eggs and a couple rolls of toilet paper.
“Let’s go, Sam,” he said, moving toward their target. He took an egg out of the carton and lobbed it gently up and down in his hand so not to break it.
“You know, Dean, you never did tell me what you found in Duvall’s office that day,” Sam said conversationally. Dean flashed him a tight-lipped smile.
“Figures you’d want to talk about it now that we’re outside his house getting ready to TP and egg the place,” he muttered.
“Well, what’d you find?” Sam pressed. Dean sighed heavily.
“Duvall’s an asshole. Can we just leave it at that?”
Sam shook his head. “No. If we’re gonna do this I want to know why.”
“Fine. You win, all right? I couldn’t find anything on the guy. I just didn’t like the idea of leaving you alone with a creep like that.”
“You risked humiliation and ostracism just to…just so you could watch out for me?” Sam stammered, feeling a lump rise to his throat.
“Well, yeah, man,” Dean muttered, awkwardly shuffling his feet.
Sam flashed his brother a soft smile, his bangs falling into his eyes. “So, we gonna do this or what?” he asked. Dean chuckled.
“Hell, yeah!”
With adrenaline rushing thorough their systems at the mere thought of getting caught the two of them proceeded to bombard the house with eggs and toilet paper.
After they’d successfully covered the house the two of them headed back to the Impala, stifling their laughter. Driving away with Bachman Turner Overdrive’s Takin’ Care of Business filling the car, Sam and Dean fell into a comfortable silence.
After awhile, Sam finally cleared his throat as they drew closer to their latest motel. “Dean?” he whispered, almost afraid to break their night of bonding by opening his mouth.
“Yeah?” Dean replied gruffly, his eyes on the road.
“I really appreciate tonight. Us hanging out together before, I, well…” Sam trailed off.
Abandon us? Leave me alone with Dad? Dean thought, unable to voice his bitter thoughts. The point of the two of them going out tonight was to have Sam leave for Stanford on a high note rather than have John’s angry voice ringing in his ears.
“No problem, Sammy. Just make me proud, little brother. Just make me proud.”
“I will, Dean. I promise,” Sam reassured him, pulling Dean into a tight hug after his brother successfully parked the car in the motel parking lot. After a minute, Dean pulled away from the embrace, smirking at Sam.
“I wish we could see Duvall’s face when he wakes up tomorrow and gets a good look at his house.”
“Yeah, he’s gonna be pissed,” Sam agreed as they entered their room. He let out a sigh as he looked around the room. “I’ll call you,” he offered feebly.
“Me too,” Dean replied, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Night, Sam,” he said as the two of them got ready for bed.
“Good night, Dean.”
The two of them fell into a fitful sleep that night. One of them terrified of what lay ahead for his unplanned future without the comfort and familiarity of his family around him, while the other was trying to imagine surviving in the world they’d grown up in without his brother by his side.
I Can Tell My Brother By The Flowers In His Eyes
I’m On The Road To Shambala
THE END
Characters: Sam & Dean, OMC
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, BTO or Three Dog Night, but god I wish I did. All my respect for their creators and affiliates. *kisses*
Author's Note: This fic is dedicated to my lil sis. Sorry for the wait, baby girl! I hope you enjoy it, this being your first SN dedication. :) I love you, sweetheart!!
Lie To Me:
The Way We Were
August 23, 2001-Night
Dean pulled the Impala over to the side of the road and got out of the car. Sam followed suit, making himself comfortable on the hood next to his brother. He bumped shoulders with Dean. Dean gave him a half-hearted smile.
The two of them had been playing pool for the last hour, Dean purposely losing so he could watch Sam’s face continually light up and hopefully have his younger brother’s smile ingrained in his memory by the time Sam left.
“So, we’ve played pool, flirted with some gorgeous women and threw back a few shots. What’s next?” Dean asked.
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. You tell me. You’re the one that instigated this last minute bonding session, Dean.”
Dean’s brow furrowed for several minutes as his mind ran through a list of possible, teetering on the edge of legal, activities for the two of them to do. His face lit up and he suddenly threw back his head, laughing out loud.
“I just thought of a brilliant idea, Sammy. You’re gonna love it.”
Sam stared at him quizzically. “You sure? Usually when you say something like that, Dean, we’ve gotten suspended from school, and Dad took away my books and your hunting privileges.”
Dean scowled. “You’re the one leaving us for higher learning tomorrow, College Boy. You’re either in or you’re out.”
Sam sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “I’m in.” He knew Dean, or John for that matter, wasn’t exactly thrilled by the prospect of him abandoning the family business as Dean liked to call it, to go to Stanford.
“Sweet,” Dean replied, his smirk firmly in place.
***
February 15, 1996-Day
Mr. Jacob Duvall had had it in for the Winchester boys the minute Sam walked into the gym for PE. Sizing Sam up, Duvall figured he’d be one of the high school’s faster runners even though he was just thirteen. Unfortunately, Sam was only a mediocre runner much to Duvall’s disappointment.
Duvall decided to get the boy’s father involved. But he soon learned John was away on business. So he was left to discuss the matter with Sam’s older brother, Dean. Duvall felt somewhat awkward talking about one of his students with a sixteen-year-old, but Dean was Sam’s only reachable legal guardian so he had no choice. Unbeknownst to Duvall, Sam had filled Dean in on what an absolute jackass his Phys Ed teacher was. So the three of them sat in Duvall’s office that afternoon, the boys sitting shoulder-to-shoulder across from Duvall’s desk, waiting for Duvall to start the meeting.
“So I’m assuming that Sam has told you what this meeting is about?”
Dean cleared his throat. “He has, as a matter of fact. He doesn’t run well enough for you? What the hell’s up with that?” he demanded, glaring at Duvall.
Duvall’s face turned red in anger. “Don’t you dare talk back to me like that, Winchester. I could have you in detention so fast it’d make your head spin,” he snapped.
Sam gulped, certain Dean would retort with another smartass reply as per usual for his older brother. Instead Dean just nodded and mumbled an apology.
“What’s wrong with his running then?” Dean finally asked after a pause.
“He’s becoming distracted too easily by the girls in the class. Showing off rather than just participating in the activities I have planned.”
Dean’s brow furrowed. Is this guy for real? He’s pissed because Sam’s acting like a teenager? What a dick. He sighed heavily, deciding then and there to mess with Duvall’s head. He got to his feet and headed for the door.
“Sam! Outside now!” he bellowed. Sam flinched, slowly getting to his feet and following Dean outside Duvall’s office. Once the office door was closed behind them Dean turned toward Sam his glare dissolving into a blinding smile as he pulled his younger brother into a hug. Sam for his part was immensely confused.
“Uh, Dean? Not that I don’t appreciate this, but aren’t you pissed at me?”
“Oh, hell, no, Sammy. You’re into girls. Can’t be too pissed about that now can I?”
Sam shrugged. “You tell me.”
“Nope, definitely not. Besides, you and I both know you can run the pants off of most of those little suck-ups. No, what I have planned doesn’t make you look better in Duvall’s eyes. But it will make Duvall look like an idiot.”
“Plan? What plan? Dean…?” Before Sam could grab a hold of Dean’s jacket his older brother had stepped inside Duvall’s office once again.
“All right, Duvall. Can we compromise?”
“Sure. What you got, boys?”
“If I promise Sam will lay off on flirting with the girls in the class, you need to let me be a part of his gym class.”
“Excuse me?” Duvall for his part was floored. He wasn’t expecting this.
“What!? Dean, no! You can’t…you don’t know…Oh, god,” Sam moaned softly.
“You heard me. Now we got a deal or what?” Dean demanded fiercely.
Duvall wasn’t a man who ignored opportunity when it came knocking. And having the power to humiliate the eldest Winchester was definitely an opportunity he wasn’t about to pass up.
“All right. You have a deal,” he said, holding out his hand for Dean to shake, which he did.
***
April 26, 1996-Day
For the next month or so Dean and Sam toed the line waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike back at Duvall. One afternoon the two of them were in the locker room changing for their next classes when Duvall left his office, leaving the door open, rather than locked the way he normally did.
Pulling his shirt over his head, Dean turned toward Sam, a smirk on his face.
“It’s show time, little brother,” he said, heading into Duvall’s office, not even bothering to check to see if Sam was following him.
“What’re we doing in here, Dean?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Looking for any dirt on the guy. Now go be lookout.”
Sam sighed heavily, heading for the door to check for any sign of Duvall, certain this could only end badly. John being gone for great lengths of time on hunts certainly didn’t help curb Dean’s reckless streak. He did take his responsibility of watching out for Sam very seriously though. And for that Sam was grateful. Though if John ever found out what his boys were currently up to he probably wouldn’t be so proud of Dean’s parenting skills. In fact Sam would almost bet their father would be plenty pissed if he ever found out about this.
“Shit. Doesn’t this asshole have any skeletons in his closet?”
“Keep looking,” Sam muttered, glancing down the hallway. Still no sign of Duvall. A few minutes later Dean hit pay dirt.
“All right. I just found something.”
“Great. Can we get out of here now?” Sam asked, bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet.
“Yeah, let’s bail,” Dean agreed.
***
August 23, 2001-Night
The Impala gently nosed her way down the street, ‘til Dean parked her next to the curb. He climbed from the car grabbing a carton of eggs and a couple rolls of toilet paper.
“Let’s go, Sam,” he said, moving toward their target. He took an egg out of the carton and lobbed it gently up and down in his hand so not to break it.
“You know, Dean, you never did tell me what you found in Duvall’s office that day,” Sam said conversationally. Dean flashed him a tight-lipped smile.
“Figures you’d want to talk about it now that we’re outside his house getting ready to TP and egg the place,” he muttered.
“Well, what’d you find?” Sam pressed. Dean sighed heavily.
“Duvall’s an asshole. Can we just leave it at that?”
Sam shook his head. “No. If we’re gonna do this I want to know why.”
“Fine. You win, all right? I couldn’t find anything on the guy. I just didn’t like the idea of leaving you alone with a creep like that.”
“You risked humiliation and ostracism just to…just so you could watch out for me?” Sam stammered, feeling a lump rise to his throat.
“Well, yeah, man,” Dean muttered, awkwardly shuffling his feet.
Sam flashed his brother a soft smile, his bangs falling into his eyes. “So, we gonna do this or what?” he asked. Dean chuckled.
“Hell, yeah!”
With adrenaline rushing thorough their systems at the mere thought of getting caught the two of them proceeded to bombard the house with eggs and toilet paper.
After they’d successfully covered the house the two of them headed back to the Impala, stifling their laughter. Driving away with Bachman Turner Overdrive’s Takin’ Care of Business filling the car, Sam and Dean fell into a comfortable silence.
After awhile, Sam finally cleared his throat as they drew closer to their latest motel. “Dean?” he whispered, almost afraid to break their night of bonding by opening his mouth.
“Yeah?” Dean replied gruffly, his eyes on the road.
“I really appreciate tonight. Us hanging out together before, I, well…” Sam trailed off.
Abandon us? Leave me alone with Dad? Dean thought, unable to voice his bitter thoughts. The point of the two of them going out tonight was to have Sam leave for Stanford on a high note rather than have John’s angry voice ringing in his ears.
“No problem, Sammy. Just make me proud, little brother. Just make me proud.”
“I will, Dean. I promise,” Sam reassured him, pulling Dean into a tight hug after his brother successfully parked the car in the motel parking lot. After a minute, Dean pulled away from the embrace, smirking at Sam.
“I wish we could see Duvall’s face when he wakes up tomorrow and gets a good look at his house.”
“Yeah, he’s gonna be pissed,” Sam agreed as they entered their room. He let out a sigh as he looked around the room. “I’ll call you,” he offered feebly.
“Me too,” Dean replied, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Night, Sam,” he said as the two of them got ready for bed.
“Good night, Dean.”
The two of them fell into a fitful sleep that night. One of them terrified of what lay ahead for his unplanned future without the comfort and familiarity of his family around him, while the other was trying to imagine surviving in the world they’d grown up in without his brother by his side.
I Can Tell My Brother By The Flowers In His Eyes
I’m On The Road To Shambala
THE END