SPNL FIC: Tolerance (1/2)
Title: Tolerance (1/2)
Fandom: Supernatural, pre-series
Characters: John, Dean (22), and Sam (18)
Warnings: Contains spanking of teens, swearing, alcohol, and sex
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine. Though, I do own my own copies of BOTH Season DVDs *Really Happy About That!* AND the novel, Nevermore. If I did own them, Johnny would still be alive and Dean would have never had to sell his soul.
Notes: PreSeries, as you can already tell by the ages, and also pre huge-argument-that-sent-Sam-to-Stanford-angry. Or ignoring that, whatever, it doesn't play into effect. ENJOY!
Not Quite That Old Yet
Sam Winchester slipped into the room easily. The sounds of the nightclub were alive and the place was packed. The eighteen year old’s blood was trumping. He had never been in a place like this, but he knew that his father and brother both frequented them. The entire bar scene, however was new to the youngest Winchester.
Glancing around, Sam quickly found the reason behind why he had ever dared to pull off such a risky move. He walked over to one of the booths were his best friend, Marcus Parker, his girlfriend, Lorie Jules, and her best friend, cheerleading captain Kelly Morrison.
Marcus was already all over Lorie and Kelly looked about ready to jump and dive into the dance floor. Sam couldn’t help the thought that everything was going perfect.
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It hadn’t been easy getting there. Sam was just coming to the end of his last year as a senior in high school and had convinced hiss father the summer before that it would be easier for him if they could spend the entire year in just one place.
Miraculously, John had said yes.
The weather was just getting warmer again and everyone in the senior year was already announcing where they would be going the next year and what they would be doing. Most importantly, everyone was experiencing what the teachers called ‘senioritis’ and Sam was surprised that he too was caught up with the residential laziness and chaos.
Chaos like ‘prepping before the college years’ which meant random acts of making sure you didn’t leave high school a virgin and starting up your alcohol tolerance.
Sam knew that both things would not be happening to him any time soon. His brother and father were both very strict with him and neither allowed any drinking. Dean was always hinting towards his ‘finally releasing his flower’ but they both knew their father’s rules about that. That being said, there was no way that his father would ever allow either one of his son’s to disrespect any woman in that manner. Random sex was not ‘gentlemen like’.
To John, there were a lot of things that he could care less if his sons ever did. Dean had been caught stealing, joyriding, vandalizing and even harassing. Sure, none of those things he had been exactly happy about, but none of those things had resulting with more than one month or less than one week of grounding. It was drugs, alcohol, reckless driving, disregard to responsibilities, lying, being forceful or over exceeding their abilities, and being downright disrespectful that grated on John’s nerves. Those actions would more likely than not result in some type of spanking and would often also be accompanied with other punishments like groundings or extra chores.
Sam slides smoothly into the seat besides Kelly. She looks up at him then, through thick strands of her light brown hair.
“Hey, Sam! I was starting to think that you weren’t going to make it,” said Kelly as she twirled her strands.
Sam gave her a cheap impersonation of shock while saying, “Would I lie to you?”
Kelly rolled her eyes and then glanced back to her best friend and Marcus. Rolling her eyes once more, she glanced over Sam’s shoulder and to the dance floor. She looked back down to him and said cheerfully, “Let’s dance!”
Not allowing him any other option, Sam was grabbed by the hand and pulled off into the dance floor. Not really sure he knew how to dance, Sam surprised himself by just letting her lead him and it turned out not to be so shabby.
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The day had started out not so great for Sam. It was mid week and seeing as how they wouldn’t be moving between hunts, John had to sometimes leave earlier to arrive at the sites before the week ended. It was Thursday and both he and Dean were up at 4am propped on their father’s bed listening as he gave them the rundown for the last (but zillionth) time.
Dean was wrapped up in his bedspread, leaning back on the headboard besides Sam who had climbed into the bed itself, which he had happily found to still be warm from his father.
Neither was awake enough to hear a word.
“-Understand?” they finally heard their father ask a good ten minutes after they had came into the room.
“Yes sir,” they coursed, hoping that the other had at least slightly heard if anything had been added to the monologue.
John eyed their sleepy gaze. He shook his head, knowing that they hadn’t heard a word. Sam’s eyes weren’t even opened and Dean’s breathing had been slowing down for the last five minutes.
John smirked to himself, “Alright then, I hope you get that all done before I get back.” he added sternly.
Dean raised an eyebrow but couldn’t see the grin on John’s face since he had just grabbed his bag and went to set it besides the door.
Returning to their side, John leaned over and gave them each a kiss on their foreheads, resulting in a groan from each of them, before heading back over to the bedroom door.
“You guys lay low for the week okay? No trouble.” Both heads emerged from their respective hiding locations.
“Yes sir,” yawned Dean just as Sam whispered out a “Night Dad”
At seven, both boys had awoken around the same minute and had found that they had both fallen asleep on their father’s bed. Not that it didn’t happen practically every time that their Dad left for a hunt since Sam was six and Dean was ten, it was just too ‘cute’ for their taste.
Thirty minutes later, both brothers had showered and had gotten dressed for the day.
As Sam sat eating his Lucky Charms, A question that had been bugging him all week popped back into his head. He had been asked to go to a party by one of his best friends, Marcus Parker. Marcus had told him about this bar that the bouncer was so ‘cool’ and thought that it was impressive when kids tried to pull stunts on him and that they had the guts to get fake ids that he’d let them in. On an even brighter note, the bartender didn’t care much who ordered, long as they paid in cash.
However, like their father, Dean was very overly protective of him and would never, not ever, let him go to a bar alone. Sam could invite his brother, but that would be awkward to say the least. To top that off, Sam had recently spent the last two years bitching to his brother about how he was much too young to be drinking; and there was no way that he’d allow himself to be called a hypocrite.
So, Sam had decided that lying and sneaking around would be the way to go.
Since he turned thirteen, Dean had had the habit of sometimes leaving at the middle of the night to “check things out”. Sam was almost sure that his brother spent the time hunting, but there was never any proof. He had however been paying close enough attention that he knew how to sneak quietly away, unnoticed.
“Hurry up, Sammy, or you’re going to be late,” Dean called as he grabbed his magazine and empty bowl and dumped it on the counter.
“Hey Dean?” he asked colliding a rainbow with a star.
“What?” asked Dean as he stopped by the entrance to his room and turned back around to look at him, or rather the back of his saggy hair and hoodie which was all that he could make out.
“What’cha doing today?”
“Uh, probably gonna finish up on the research for this weekend before Dad gets back, why?”
“So, you gonna go to the library?”
“Yeah…what you want a ride too?” asked Dean as he came back to stand behind his brother.
“Naw, no thanks,” he said. Dean raised his brow in surprise. Sam sensing the confusion, since he always wanted to go to the library. “I kinda need to study for a test. I was just wondering if you’d be here or not.”
“So, you going to the Havenfield library?” he asked hoping to not sound too hopeful. They lived in Reilly, a good three hours away from Havenfield; which happened to have an awesome research center. Sam had been hoping to go soon, but he hadn’t been able to yet. If he was going to miss a trip to Havenfield than he was at the very least going to go to that night club.
“Yeah, this damn hick town don’t have anything decent beyond Gardening Weekly.” Sam chuckled and shook his head, sad but true.
“So,” Sam started again. “when you think you’ll be back?”
“Why,” he said in a joking tone and Sam could already hear the smart-assed comment brewing. “Sammy afraid to be alone for a few hours?” he finished asked as he ruffled the teen’s messy hair.
“No, you jerk. I was just wondering,” he said as he rolled his eyes and grabbed his bowl setting it besides his brother’s on the counter.
“Well, it’s a six hour journey and I’ve still got to get you (emphasized by a swat to the head) to school and get there. Then, they close at six, so no later than nine.”
They both grabbed their jackets and Sam had to run back in for his bag and then a belt after Dean said that the jeans were literally falling off of him and then they were set off.
Sam couldn’t help but grin at himself.
The nightclub opened at five.
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It was nearly seven and Sam was having a blast. Kelly was super hot and really active. They’d only rested for ten minutes the entire two hours and she was still going. Marcus was all over the place. Sam was sure that he was doing something that he probably shouldn’t be doing, but he was too into Kelly to care.
Seven thirty and they finally sat down to have something to eat. Marcus and Lorie were both there at the booth already eating. Marcus looked really bored, never a good thing.
Sam ate and spoke with the girls, as Marcus looked lost in thought. Certain that he was thinking up something bad, Sam tried to weight his options of having to come home early.
But, it was only seven really and Dean had said nine. Why stop a good thing?
Granted, he hadn’t said that he could be out till nine. Though, he probably would, if he had any idea that Sam had left for the night. But this was Dean, so he’d just tell him that a few friends had asked him out and that he’d said okay. Dean would probably just be relieved that Sam did in fact have friends to care.
And so, when Marcus whispered a let’s hit the hells outta here to them, Sam found himself moving right along with him.
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Ten to eight and Marcus pulls up to an old stable. Sure enough, near the stable was an even older building. Obviously abandoned.
The place was huge, a manor built decades ago, if Sam knew anything about architecture. The place looked like it would have been a big deal back in its day, and if the long road leading to it meant anything, it had housed someone very important and powerful.
As they arrived, the girl’s hooted happily, and Marcus had that ‘devil may care’ grin again. They had been there before, Sam measured.
Well, if anything, at least that meant that the place wasn’t hunted. Cause he’d hate to have to explain that to his father.
He was always having to think like that, is the place safe? Where could a monster hide? What was the lunar cycle?
But not tonight. At least not for the next fifty minutes. And he was near enough to home now, closer than the bar had been that he could walk there really or hitch a ride.
Yeah, he’d get there.
Marcus stepped out of the car, Sam besides him at the trunk in an instant.
“So, Winchester?” Marcus said, raising his eyebrows suggestively. He sat down on the bumper of the vehicle, covered from the girl’s view by the up trunk lid.
“What?” asked Sam as he leaned onto the light.
“Kelly’s hot man. Use the night, if you get me!” And with that, Marcus grabbed out to bundles in the truck, tossing one to Sam.
Then, he dug into his pocket and proceeded to place a condom into Sam’s jean pocket.
“Wanna have fun, not ruin your life, man,” Marcus explained with a sly smirk as he patted Sam’s chest and then went to grab Lorie from the back seat.
“Let’s Go Babe!” Sam heard him say.
Looking down to the bundle now clung to his chest, Sam noted that it was a sleeping bag, probably big enough for two and a blanket wrapped tightly together.
Oh crap.
Kelly came around from behind him. She leaned in and kissed him hard. When she pulled back, Sam had to find his breath.
“Don’t just stand there,” she said as she grabbed at one of his Jean’s belt loops and tugged him into the building.
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John Winchester drove home earlier than he had expected to. The questionable poltergeist turned out to just be a pissed of spirit. Salt and burn and done. Elementary, really.
John pulled up into the driveway and was surprised to see Dean’s care missing. He glanced over the truck’s digital clock. 7:45 pm.
He shook his head and thought about how he had told his sons to stay home while he was gone. First thing Dean does? Take off.
That kid would be the death of him.
Grabbing at his bag and heading to the house, John couldn’t help to think what kind of chaos Sammy would have done to the house for however long he’d been left alone.
Granted, he wasn’t really five anymore and there was no finger paints in the house this time.
Shaking his head, John unlocked the front door, only to step into a completely darkened house.
“Sammy?” he called out, dumping his bag by the door. “Sam?” he called out again as he pulled off his jacket, mindful of his new shoulder bruise, it’d been a fast one, but no one said that hunting was easy.
John moved into the living room, and noted that Sam’s bag had been dumped on the couch, most likely, before it fell to where it lay on the floor.
“Well, you were home. At least,” John sighed, running a hand through his face. “Wonder where that brother of yours took you now.” he said shaking his head.
“Better not be drinking,” added John as he trudged upstairs and headed for a shower. He’d talk to them once they arrived.
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Dean drove home from the library, having finished off faster than he had thought would take him; he was able to leave a little before five. He was glad too, because then he’d be home before nine and find out what was wrong with Sam.
Though, Dean had had a sinking feeling while he dropped Sammy off that morning that the kid was up to something.
He had made sure to call the house around 330, when Sam would have gotten home. Sam had answered but said that he was heading to a shower. Dean hadn’t called him since, but he remembered Sammy saying something about a test that morning and didn’t want to bother ‘the process’.
Sammy had called him around 5pm. But they’d talked real fast and Dean wasn’t able to get a read on him then. He hadn’t even been able to mention that he was on his way.
So, when he was a good half hour away from home, he decided he would call and ask Sam what he wanted for dinner; that way, he wouldn’t have to go back out.
And he really doubted that the offer of food would offend ‘the process’ to the teen.
Dean pulled out his cell phone and speed dialed home.
He was startled to say the least when his father answered the phone.
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John just stepped out of the shower as he headed over to his room to get dressed. Figuring that he had at least two more days before it became a dire need to wash his clothes; John grabbed his cleanest pair of Jeans and a clean T-shirt before heading downstairs.
Hearing the phone ringing, John made his way over to it, grabbing it as he walked over to the kitchen.
“This is John,” he said balancing the phone between his shoulder and ear while opening the fridge.
“Dad?”
“Dean?” John asked straightening up. “Where are you boys?”
“I’m coming from the library in Havenfield. Figured that I’d start up on the research. Didn’t Sammy tell you?” John stilled and leaned against the counter.
“Sammy? I thought Sammy was with you.”
“No, I left just as I dropped him off in the morning. Dad, you sure he’s not there, I just talked with him a few hours ago, and he didn’t mention leaving. He told me this morning that he had a test to study for.”
“Kid, I’m telling you, I’ve been here for a good half hour. He’s not here.”
Both Winchesters sighed as it dawned on them.
“I think I know where I can find him, I’ll bring him home.” And with that, Dean flipped his cell shut.
Sammy was so dead.
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Sam sat besides Kelly as they talked about stupid things and she leaned in closer and closer and…
Then there was Marcus handing out beers.
Setting out to do neither drink nor have sex, and yet here he was so close to both.
And it wasn’t so bad.
Besides, he still had a little over half an hour.
And then Kelly was on top of him. No, he certainly didn’t mind.
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Dean pulled into the local bar and went in to find Jerry, the manager. And, if Sam had been here, Jerry’s cameras would have picked it up. And Jerry just happened to be a personal friend of his. Jerry was his wing man.
Dean went into the bar, high-fived Hank at the door and then by passed Todd into the back room.
“Winchester?” Jerry asked as he stood from his desk and started to walk over to him. “I’ll be right back Connie,” he tells the security girl managing the cameras.
“Jerry, man long time,” Dean said as he and Jerry walked over to the back corner.
“Yeah, what brings you here man?”
“Need to ask you for a favor. Looking to see if my brother passed through here, man.” Jerry frowned.
“I thought your brother was just a kid.”
“Well, eighteen, but he acts about seven. Like tonight, told me he was home studying.”
“Right! I’ve used that,” Jerry smirked. “Think I remember the runt, I’ll see what I can find. Meanwhile, I’d ask Joe at the bar, he knows all the kids.”
Dean nodded and headed over to the bar.
“Joe?”
A burly blond looked up from his place behind the bar.
“Yeah?” he asked, slightly annoyed tone as he gave a guy his order.
Dean walked over to a slightly more deserted place at the bar.
“Jerry said I could ask you something.”
Joe walked over to him, eyeing him.
“Jerry? Huh? Who you?”
“Names Dean.”
“’Kay Dean, what can I do for ya?”
Joe placed his hands on the counter, giving Dean a measured look.
“Well, I’m looking for someone that I’m pretty sure passed through here.”
Joe scoffed. He pointed out to the crowd of people that seems to keep pouring in.
“Ton’a people pass through here, kid. Wanna be more specific?”
Dean looked slightly sheepish to the counter. Then he returned to Joe’s gaze, confident poker face back on.
“Yeah, my kid brother. Shaggy haired kid, eighteen, looks like he should be heading for the NBA cuz he’s getting so freaking tall.”
Joe scoffed.
“Yeah, get a few teens here every now and then. Let one kid prove that he can hold his liquor, he tells all his buddies and suddenly they all think I’m here as their personal provider.”
Joe shook his head, clearly hating the process.
“Seen any tonight?”
Joe nodded.
“Do every night,” Joe sighed. He pointed towards the entrance. “Hank a great guy, but most of the time, if a fake one pleases him, he’ll let the kiddie in.
“Makes hell for my job, but whatever. Good for business I guess. Give most of the kids here non-alcoholic beers as it is.”
Dean smirked as Joe scoffed again.
“So, you can’t really remember if you saw him?”
Joe shook his head.
“Nah, sorry, kid. Can’t recall anyone specific. Shaggy haired kids are norm, but not would be NBA yet.”
Joe looked over to his bar scene and noted two guys that weren’t being attended to. He looked over at his tender and saw that the kid was talking up a girl.
“Yo, Kenny! That what I’m paying ya for?”
Kenny jumped and hastily excused himself before heading over to one of the two guys.
Joe turned back to Dean.
“Sorry cant be more help, kid. But, I’ll keep an eye out for him. Ya friend of J’s right?”
Dean nodded.
“Yeah, known Jer for a bit.”
Joe nodded.
“You’re like half his age, but he’s almost trying to keep young, ya know? Well, I’ll tell J ta call ya if I see the kiddie.”
Dean nodded and was saying goodbye when he noticed Jerry coming towards him.
“Winchester, Joe,” Jerry said to both men.
Joe nodded and then headed back to customers.
“Got something for me?”
Jerry smirked and nodded.
“Found him. He was definitely here tonight. Come on, I’ll show ya.”
Dean followed Jerry back to the security room.
“Connie, play that clip, please,” Jerry asked his assistant as they entered the room.
Dean watched the girl press some buttons and then his brother appeared on one of the monitors.
“That’s him,” Dean said unnecessarily to Jerry.
Jerry had met the teen before and Sammy has a way of making an impression. Especially since Jerry had heard Dean talking about him before.
“Yep. He was here early with a few friends, guy and two guys. Danced with one girl for a few hours, they all ate and then headed out. That was a good hour ago.”
Dean frowned as he watched some clips of his brother quickly played. He nodded a thanks to Connie before stepping aside with Jerry again.
“Never thought little Sammy would be for a bar scene, Winchester, I’ll tell you that.”
Dean scoffed.
“Yeah, not to mention he’s strictly forbidden.”
Jerry gave him a look.
“Please! You mean to tell me that little Dean Winchester wouldn’t have pulled the same stunt?”
Dean glared at his friend.
“Actually, my dad was okay with me having a few with him at that age. I had some tolerance to it. Sam, he’s never had more than a sip and that was sneaking it.
“Come on, Jer! You remember how the kid is!”
Jerry nodded.
“Yeah, he sure shouldn’t be in a place like this. But that friend of his, he’s been here before. And the girls too. Might want to watch who his friends are, Winchester.”
Dean nodded.
“Wonder where the hell they went.”
“I’d go as Todd. He’s the youngest in the crew, other than Kenny at the bar. But Kenny’s not from around here, just moved here. Todd’s been here forever, so he’d know some place that kids like to hang. Otherwise, try Joe again.”
Dean nodded, thanked Jerry for his time and left the room.
Todd was pretty livid. Apparently, the whole ‘in at seventeen’ thing hadn’t been popular a few years back. He was a year older than Dean’s twenty two years and was a good five inches shorter than him. He dressed in the club’s black Tee and watched Hank closely.
Dean was not too sure what Todd’s job was, since hew was always just around, but he liked the guy. Good taste in music.
Todd was currently glaring at Hank, because he was letting in a pretty little teen.
“Todd?” Dean pressed, slightly wondering if the guy was about to bit down Hank’s neck since the man wasn’t there for Todd’s underage era.
“Um, right,” Todd said, shaking himself out of his gaze. “Well, there’s Hawk’s corner; in front of Hawk’s videos. Behind Mickey D’s, don’t ask cuz it reeks there! And Madison Manor.”
Dean interest peaked.
“What’s that?”
Todd shrugged.
“Some old deserted place. Used to be called haunted, but nothings ever happened there.”
Dean frowned.
“Wait, so what’s the point of going there? The view?”
Todd laughed.
“No way, man. Place is like crawling with snakes and grass so high. But inside,” Todd smirked. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Dean.
Fucking HELL NO!!
Dean sighed.
“Right. Of course. And where’s that manor?”
Todd eyed him.
“Your old ‘nuff to buy a room at the Red Door Inn, man.”
Dean rolled his eyes, but smirked.
“Dude, you’ve seen my ride! Don’t need a room.
“But that’s not why I’m asking. Think my brother’s head over there.”
Todd grimaced.
“Damn. Go and crash a party. Well, there’s usually drinking going on there most of the time too. Kids even try and throw parties there, but most cops are on the sight on the weekends.”
Dean nodded.
“Right. But it’s a weekday,” sighed Dean. “Where is this place?”
“Through Gavin Way. It has its own private road towards the end, looks shady but ya can’t miss it.”
“Right, thanks, man. I’ll see you later.”
Todd nodded. He watched Dean leave the clue and then watched Hank ‘the Bouncer’ let in two ‘might be twelve years old’ teenagers in. He scoffed and left his ‘post’ as he heard the unmistakable sounds of one great sounding ‘Pala roar up and sped away.
“Luck little Dean,” Todd said shaking his head.