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huntsthings

The first step is Acceptance.

Jan 15, 2012 23:19

It wasn't Sam's fault that he'd had to stay after school for detention. Russ Saunders had been picking on that skinny kid who had started two days ago and Sam had come along at the wrong time. Well, wrong time for Saunders, just in time for the new kid. He'd almost laughed when the vice principal had threatened to get John on the phone, but had ( Read more... )

!preseries, siswinchester, age: 18, au: genderswapped!dean, april 2001

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siswinchester January 16 2012, 05:54:00 UTC

Dana leaned in the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed as she studied her little brother flip through the mail on the counter, brow arched as he exhaled after he finished looking through it. It's not like they got mail often, let alone important mail. He had been a bit...anxious lately it seemed though and Dana did know Sam better than anyone. She was suspicious of course, but she had no idea what it could possibly be.

That is until she had nabbed the mail earlier today while he was at school, finding a letter for him.

Finally, she cleared her throat, eyes hard as she looked at him. Her big sister look hadn't changed, even though she had to look up at him now to give it these days.

"You're home late. The hell were you?" Her voice a bit hard, harder than it usually would be if he had just shown up late, probably a hint that she was pissed. She had been about to go to the school looking for him even.

huntsthings January 16 2012, 18:30:39 UTC

He looked up when she cleared her throat, not expecting her to be so close. There was something in her expression that put him on guard, but her tone put him into full defensive mode. He shrugged, dropping his bag in a chair and moving to the fridge.

"I had to stay late," he said, not looking at her. He could've given her more of an explanation, probably would've even made her a little proud, but he suddenly wasn't in the mood to give her any more than absolutely necessary. Not when she was looking at him like that.

He grabbed the orange juice and moved to the cupboard pulling out a glass. "I would've called, except I'm eighteen years old, Dana." How was it he could be expected to fight ghosts, monsters and everything in between, but got crap for being an hour late on a school day?

He took a drink and looked over at her, challenging her to say something else about it.

siswinchester January 16 2012, 20:07:05 UTC

Her jaw clenched slightly as he went on defense, eyes narrowing a fraction. Well damn Sammy, give it away why don't ya? Pushing off the doorway she strolled further into the kitchen, the letter still clutched in her hand but tucked hidden in her arms where she had them crossed. Pausing, she leaned on the counter, watching him still.

"Eighteen or not, still my little brother. And considering all the things I know, and you know, it would be nice to hear from you so I don't have to wonder if you've been dragged off by some thing." She met his gaze as he looked back at her, not pleased with the look he was giving her.

"Stop bein' a little bitch because I worry about you." She snapped, pushing back up to stand before she was tossing the piece of mail down in front of him, her anger bubbling. "Anyways. Screw you bein' late. What I really want to know is, why haven't I heard about this?"

huntsthings January 16 2012, 23:00:03 UTC

Sam sighed and shook his head. He was used to Dana being overprotective and bossing him around, but more and more her concern made him feel constricted and trapped. He felt like he couldn't breathe. Maybe it was because for the first time in his life he was doing something behind her back, or maybe it was because he had come to the conclusion that he had to leave and drawing it out and waiting for the right time was torture. Either way it was easier to get angry at it than to feel guilty ( ... )

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