Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 1/?
Fic title: Restless Heart Syndrome
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.*
This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.
Restless Heart Syndrome
Chapter One
“I think they found another cure for broken hearts and feeling insecure. You'd be surprised what I endure. What makes you feel so self-assured? I need to find a place to hide. You never know what could be waiting outside. The accidents that you could find, it's like some kind of suicide. So what ails you is what impales you. I feel like I've been crucified to be satisfied.”
August 5, 1999
Dean and Sam were sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn watching Raiders of the Lost Ark when John returned from his latest hunt. He was tired and dirty but before he could take a shower he needed to talk to his boys. The fight he had with Sam before he went on this last hunt had weighed on his mind since the moment he left. The more John thought about their argument, the more he came to realize maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing. After all, if it wasn't working out nothing was stopping them from moving on. “Hey boys, shut that off. I need to talk to you.”
Dean immediately shut the television off turning to give his father his full attention while Sam sulked and mumbled about it being the 'good part' of the movie. John shook his head and let his youngest son's comment slide since he was about to make him very happy. “You boys need to pack your things ASAP. We're leaving tonight. I've decided to move us to Ashland, Wisconsin so Sammy can finish his last two years of high school. With that being said, Dean you're going to have to stay behind on most of the hunts to take care of your brother. I also expect you to get a job, part time. You're not gonna be sitting on your ass while I'm hunting and Sammy's in school. And when I say job Dean, I mean a real job, no hustling or scams. If we're going to be staying in one place we don't need any unwanted attention from the locals or the cops. You got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I'm gonna get cleaned up. I expect you boys to be packed and ready to go by the time I get out of the shower.”
August 7, 1999
Sam Winchester hated his life. He wasn't just being a petulant teenager. The fact was his life sucked. His father was what some would call a drifter. They moved from town to town every couple of months, sometimes every couple of weeks. It was never long enough to make any friends. He was always the new kid, always playing catch up in his school work. All Sam Winchester ever wanted was to be a normal kid. He wanted to stay in one place long enough to make some friends, be invited to parties or maybe even play soccer again.
He looked up at the apartment building that was supposed to be home for the next two years and sighed. His father had dropped him and Dean in Ashland, WI after finding them a run down two bedroom apartment. Even calling the apartment run down was stretching it. The kitchen and bathroom had the same appliances and fixtures since the 1950's at least.
They didn't even have a kitchen table or television. The only furniture in the place was a ratty couch, beat up coffee table and two double beds. It looked like him and Dean would be eating all their meals on the coffee table until they scrounged up a kitchen table. Sam would’ve over looked how depressing the apartment was if he had some privacy but the bedroom he was going to have to share with Dean was so small they barely had enough room to walk between the two double beds that were shoved in there.
Sam dropped his bag on the bed closest to the door and began to unpack his meager belongings. He looked at the dresser than to his brother. There was only one dresser pushed against the wall and one night stand between the beds. Sam turned to his brother asking how he wanted to divide up the drawers. Dean's eyes swept over to the dresser than to the night stand and shrugged. “I'll take the night stand and the bottom two drawers of the dresser. That'll leave you the top three drawers of the dresser if that's ok with you.”
“Yeah, that'll work.”
Sam walked over to the dresser and began filling the drawers neatly. He made sure every item was folded and put away carefully to ensure his clothes would not wrinkle. His approach was the exact opposite to his older brother's. Sam looked over his shoulder to watch Dean empty his bag of his clothes. He was just shoving his clothes into the drawers haphazardly. When he was finished, Dean flopped on his bed and raised his eyebrow at his younger brother, “What?”
“Don't you think you should've.....ya know what, never mind. So, you're really gonna get a job?”
“Yup.”
“Like a real on the books job under your real name?”
“Yeah, Sammy. I'll start looking tomorrow.”
The next day Dean went down to the auto repair shop to see if they needed any help. After speaking to the owner for twenty minutes about classic cars, Dean had his first 'real' job on the books. He was starting on Monday and would be working three days a week; Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. He didn't mind the schedule. He liked the fact that he had weekends off but in a boring one horse town like this he didn't think it really mattered. His eyes swept along Main street as he sighed. There was a movie theater, a pizza shop, a Chinese restaurant, a five and dime, a bar and a diner. Leave it to his father to drop them off in bumfuck middle America.
Dean parked the Impala in front of the diner and rubbed his face. What the hell was he going to do here for two years while he baby sat his brother? He was going to die of boredom, that's what he was going to do. He tilted his head his lips pulled up into a smirk as he watched the local Barney Fife give out parking tickets. Maybe if he kicked up enough trouble his father would pack up and leave. Dean knew he couldn't do that to Sammy, his brother wanted this too much. So, for Sammy, Dean would suck it up and sit on the sidelines to watch out for him.
He got out of the car and headed into the diner to order dinner for him and Sammy. Dean smirked as every waitress in the joint turned to look at him as he made his way down the counter. He sat on the last stool snagging a menu before looking up at the waitress in front of him. He flipped through the menu even though he already knew what he was going to order. Dean put the menu back in it's holder, folded his hands and then leaned forward giving the girl in front of him his signature Dean Winchester smile saying, “What's good here, sweetheart?”
“Well, if you want something good, my shift's over in fifteen minutes.”
Dean smiled even wider. Yeah, maybe this town wasn't going to be so bad after all.
September 7, 1999
Sam woke up an hour earlier than usual. He was nervous. His stomach was twisted and tied in knots, he barely got any sleep. Today was his first day of classes in a new high school which, unfortunately, he was more than used to. He wasn't happy about having to be the new kid once again. He hated that he was constantly the new kid. What was really making him nervous was the fact that this time he would be staying here permanently. This was a whole new pressure and Sam didn't like it one bit.
This was his fifth high school in three years, supposedly it was going to be his last. At least, that's what his dad promised him. Sam seriously doubted it. They never stayed in one place for too long and definitely not two years. Sam was at least thankful that he was starting on the first day of school and not in the middle of the semester but he wasn't about to go out of his way to make any friends.
He could hear his older brother puttering around in the kitchen, the smell of bacon filling the small apartment. Sam glanced at the alarm clock pulling a face. If he didn't get a move on he'd was going to be late. He groaned throwing the covers off of himself and headed towards the bathroom to shower.
Sam could tell the moment he stepped into the living room that Dean wasn't very happy about being left behind on a hunt. Dean was sitting on the tattered brown couch with his feet up on the coffee table. He had a cigarette in one hand and mug of coffee in the other. He looked up at Sam grunting that there was a plate of eggs and bacon for him on the kitchen counter. Sam nodded and headed into the kitchen, he didn't feel like arguing. He just wanted to get to school and get this day over with.
Later that day
Sam made his way back to their apartment trying not to get his hopes up. He didn't want to admit that he liked this school. He enjoyed his first day of classes. His teachers were engaging and his classmates didn't pester him about where he was from. Which, for Sam, was a huge relief. He always hated having to lie about his background. He came home to find Dean with his feet up on the coffee table a bong in one hand and a beer in another.
“Dad's gonna kill you, Dean.”
“Dad's not here Sammy. I'm hungry. You hungry?”
“Yeah.......”
“Pizza or Chinese?”
“Chinese. You should probably go food shopping.......”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean mumbled as he got off the couch grabbing his cell phone and the menu.
Sam dropped his book bag on the floor before he cleaned off the coffee table. He loved his brother but sometimes he couldn't believe they were even related. Dean had no ambition to do well in the real world; he never took anything seriously. It was all girls, cars, girls and hunting. Sam wished that Dean would for once take something seriously. Sam couldn't help the smirk that was pulling at the corners of his mouth as he listened to his brother place their order. He shook his head pulling out his school books while settling down in front of the coffee table.
About a half hour later Dean returned with their dinner. He pushed Sam's books off the coffee table to his little brother's protests. Dean smirked and ruffled his younger brother's hair, “Ah Sammy you're a gigantic nerd ya know that? It's time to eat anyways.”
“You're a JERK.”
“Bitch.”
Dean sat on the floor across from Sammy and pulled half of the cartons to himself. He snatched up a pair of chopsticks ripping the package open with his teeth. Sam huffed and rolled his eyes, “Don't you have any couth Dean?”
“What the hell is that?”
“It means having good manners or refinement.”
Dean looked up pulling a face, his chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth, “Nah, I ain't got none of that Samantha. So, how was school? Meet any hot chicks?”
“It was ok and no I didn't. What about you? How was work?”
“It was cool. I got to work on this 1951 Chevy pickup......”
Sam nodded and chewed his food slowly before asking, “You think dad's really gonna let us stay till I graduate?”
“I dunno but that's what he said Sammy.”
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.*
This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.
Restless Heart Syndrome
Chapter One
“I think they found another cure for broken hearts and feeling insecure. You'd be surprised what I endure. What makes you feel so self-assured? I need to find a place to hide. You never know what could be waiting outside. The accidents that you could find, it's like some kind of suicide. So what ails you is what impales you. I feel like I've been crucified to be satisfied.”
August 5, 1999
Dean and Sam were sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn watching Raiders of the Lost Ark when John returned from his latest hunt. He was tired and dirty but before he could take a shower he needed to talk to his boys. The fight he had with Sam before he went on this last hunt had weighed on his mind since the moment he left. The more John thought about their argument, the more he came to realize maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing. After all, if it wasn't working out nothing was stopping them from moving on. “Hey boys, shut that off. I need to talk to you.”
Dean immediately shut the television off turning to give his father his full attention while Sam sulked and mumbled about it being the 'good part' of the movie. John shook his head and let his youngest son's comment slide since he was about to make him very happy. “You boys need to pack your things ASAP. We're leaving tonight. I've decided to move us to Ashland, Wisconsin so Sammy can finish his last two years of high school. With that being said, Dean you're going to have to stay behind on most of the hunts to take care of your brother. I also expect you to get a job, part time. You're not gonna be sitting on your ass while I'm hunting and Sammy's in school. And when I say job Dean, I mean a real job, no hustling or scams. If we're going to be staying in one place we don't need any unwanted attention from the locals or the cops. You got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I'm gonna get cleaned up. I expect you boys to be packed and ready to go by the time I get out of the shower.”
August 7, 1999
Sam Winchester hated his life. He wasn't just being a petulant teenager. The fact was his life sucked. His father was what some would call a drifter. They moved from town to town every couple of months, sometimes every couple of weeks. It was never long enough to make any friends. He was always the new kid, always playing catch up in his school work. All Sam Winchester ever wanted was to be a normal kid. He wanted to stay in one place long enough to make some friends, be invited to parties or maybe even play soccer again.
He looked up at the apartment building that was supposed to be home for the next two years and sighed. His father had dropped him and Dean in Ashland, WI after finding them a run down two bedroom apartment. Even calling the apartment run down was stretching it. The kitchen and bathroom had the same appliances and fixtures since the 1950's at least.
They didn't even have a kitchen table or television. The only furniture in the place was a ratty couch, beat up coffee table and two double beds. It looked like him and Dean would be eating all their meals on the coffee table until they scrounged up a kitchen table. Sam would’ve over looked how depressing the apartment was if he had some privacy but the bedroom he was going to have to share with Dean was so small they barely had enough room to walk between the two double beds that were shoved in there.
Sam dropped his bag on the bed closest to the door and began to unpack his meager belongings. He looked at the dresser than to his brother. There was only one dresser pushed against the wall and one night stand between the beds. Sam turned to his brother asking how he wanted to divide up the drawers. Dean's eyes swept over to the dresser than to the night stand and shrugged. “I'll take the night stand and the bottom two drawers of the dresser. That'll leave you the top three drawers of the dresser if that's ok with you.”
“Yeah, that'll work.”
Sam walked over to the dresser and began filling the drawers neatly. He made sure every item was folded and put away carefully to ensure his clothes would not wrinkle. His approach was the exact opposite to his older brother's. Sam looked over his shoulder to watch Dean empty his bag of his clothes. He was just shoving his clothes into the drawers haphazardly. When he was finished, Dean flopped on his bed and raised his eyebrow at his younger brother, “What?”
“Don't you think you should've.....ya know what, never mind. So, you're really gonna get a job?”
“Yup.”
“Like a real on the books job under your real name?”
“Yeah, Sammy. I'll start looking tomorrow.”
The next day Dean went down to the auto repair shop to see if they needed any help. After speaking to the owner for twenty minutes about classic cars, Dean had his first 'real' job on the books. He was starting on Monday and would be working three days a week; Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. He didn't mind the schedule. He liked the fact that he had weekends off but in a boring one horse town like this he didn't think it really mattered. His eyes swept along Main street as he sighed. There was a movie theater, a pizza shop, a Chinese restaurant, a five and dime, a bar and a diner. Leave it to his father to drop them off in bumfuck middle America.
Dean parked the Impala in front of the diner and rubbed his face. What the hell was he going to do here for two years while he baby sat his brother? He was going to die of boredom, that's what he was going to do. He tilted his head his lips pulled up into a smirk as he watched the local Barney Fife give out parking tickets. Maybe if he kicked up enough trouble his father would pack up and leave. Dean knew he couldn't do that to Sammy, his brother wanted this too much. So, for Sammy, Dean would suck it up and sit on the sidelines to watch out for him.
He got out of the car and headed into the diner to order dinner for him and Sammy. Dean smirked as every waitress in the joint turned to look at him as he made his way down the counter. He sat on the last stool snagging a menu before looking up at the waitress in front of him. He flipped through the menu even though he already knew what he was going to order. Dean put the menu back in it's holder, folded his hands and then leaned forward giving the girl in front of him his signature Dean Winchester smile saying, “What's good here, sweetheart?”
“Well, if you want something good, my shift's over in fifteen minutes.”
Dean smiled even wider. Yeah, maybe this town wasn't going to be so bad after all.
September 7, 1999
Sam woke up an hour earlier than usual. He was nervous. His stomach was twisted and tied in knots, he barely got any sleep. Today was his first day of classes in a new high school which, unfortunately, he was more than used to. He wasn't happy about having to be the new kid once again. He hated that he was constantly the new kid. What was really making him nervous was the fact that this time he would be staying here permanently. This was a whole new pressure and Sam didn't like it one bit.
This was his fifth high school in three years, supposedly it was going to be his last. At least, that's what his dad promised him. Sam seriously doubted it. They never stayed in one place for too long and definitely not two years. Sam was at least thankful that he was starting on the first day of school and not in the middle of the semester but he wasn't about to go out of his way to make any friends.
He could hear his older brother puttering around in the kitchen, the smell of bacon filling the small apartment. Sam glanced at the alarm clock pulling a face. If he didn't get a move on he'd was going to be late. He groaned throwing the covers off of himself and headed towards the bathroom to shower.
Sam could tell the moment he stepped into the living room that Dean wasn't very happy about being left behind on a hunt. Dean was sitting on the tattered brown couch with his feet up on the coffee table. He had a cigarette in one hand and mug of coffee in the other. He looked up at Sam grunting that there was a plate of eggs and bacon for him on the kitchen counter. Sam nodded and headed into the kitchen, he didn't feel like arguing. He just wanted to get to school and get this day over with.
Later that day
Sam made his way back to their apartment trying not to get his hopes up. He didn't want to admit that he liked this school. He enjoyed his first day of classes. His teachers were engaging and his classmates didn't pester him about where he was from. Which, for Sam, was a huge relief. He always hated having to lie about his background. He came home to find Dean with his feet up on the coffee table a bong in one hand and a beer in another.
“Dad's gonna kill you, Dean.”
“Dad's not here Sammy. I'm hungry. You hungry?”
“Yeah.......”
“Pizza or Chinese?”
“Chinese. You should probably go food shopping.......”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean mumbled as he got off the couch grabbing his cell phone and the menu.
Sam dropped his book bag on the floor before he cleaned off the coffee table. He loved his brother but sometimes he couldn't believe they were even related. Dean had no ambition to do well in the real world; he never took anything seriously. It was all girls, cars, girls and hunting. Sam wished that Dean would for once take something seriously. Sam couldn't help the smirk that was pulling at the corners of his mouth as he listened to his brother place their order. He shook his head pulling out his school books while settling down in front of the coffee table.
About a half hour later Dean returned with their dinner. He pushed Sam's books off the coffee table to his little brother's protests. Dean smirked and ruffled his younger brother's hair, “Ah Sammy you're a gigantic nerd ya know that? It's time to eat anyways.”
“You're a JERK.”
“Bitch.”
Dean sat on the floor across from Sammy and pulled half of the cartons to himself. He snatched up a pair of chopsticks ripping the package open with his teeth. Sam huffed and rolled his eyes, “Don't you have any couth Dean?”
“What the hell is that?”
“It means having good manners or refinement.”
Dean looked up pulling a face, his chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth, “Nah, I ain't got none of that Samantha. So, how was school? Meet any hot chicks?”
“It was ok and no I didn't. What about you? How was work?”
“It was cool. I got to work on this 1951 Chevy pickup......”
Sam nodded and chewed his food slowly before asking, “You think dad's really gonna let us stay till I graduate?”
“I dunno but that's what he said Sammy.”