Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 2/?
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.
Chapter 2
Good Times, Bad Times
“In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man. Now I've reached that age, I've tried to do all those things the best I can. No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam. Good Times, Bad Times, you know I had my share.”
The first few months in Ashland flew by. Before the boys knew it, it was already November. November 2nd was always a hard day for the Winchesters and this year was no different. To everyone else around them it was a regular Tuesday. Sam still went about his morning routine getting ready for school while Dean sat on the couch in his mechanic blues. He was watching the morning news and nursing a cup of black coffee. He was hoping that his little brother would not bring up their mom today.
Dean didn't want to think or talk about what happened sixteen years ago. It wasn't because he didn't love his mother, he loved her more than he could ever put into words. It was more because, if he was being totally honest, that he loved her so much. He missed her every day. Dean could still hear her voice in his head, he remembered every detail about her. The sound of her laugh, the smell of her hair, the way she would hold him tight when he got scared. He tried so hard to hold onto the good memories he had of her, although, when he closed his eyes he always saw her on the ceiling burning. He only got a glimpse of it but it was enough to sear the image into his head.
Dean got up and dumped his coffee mug into the sink. He gripped the counter closing his eyes while telling himself to breathe. If he got through today than tomorrow he could go back to pretending he was fine. But he wasn't fine. He was pissed. His father had run off on another dead end lead knowing full well what today was. Instead of staying here with them, he had taken off in the middle of the night telling Dean he would be back in a week, maybe two. Of course, Dean didn't argue. He did what he always did. He said, 'Yes, Sir.', took the money his father handed him and locked the door behind his father's retreating back.
Dean pushed his anger deep down like every other emotion he didn't want to deal with and walked back into the bedroom he shared with his little brother. He had more important things to do like make sure Sammy was safe and happy. He leaned against the door frame watching his brother pack up his school books and cleared his throat, “C'mon get your ass in gear Sammy or you'll make us both late.”
Sam had a hard time concentrating in his classes, by lunch, he decided to pack it in. He skipped his last four periods and headed to the garage where Dean now worked full time. He found his brother under an old Buick cursing up a storm. Sam kicked his brother's foot smirking, “What did this car do to you?”
“Sammy?”
“Yeah, Dean?”
“Sammy, aren't you supposed to be in school?” Dean rolled out from under the car, his cheek smeared with grease, and studied his brother closely, “What happened?”
“Nothing happened.” Sam sighed as he kicked the ground with the toe of his boot, “I just couldn't deal today. You think you could um maybe knock off early?”
Dean stood up, grabbed a rag and attempted to rub the grease off his hands. He squinted up then nodded, “Yeah, I think I can. We don't have the part this heap of junk needs. Gimmie a minute, I'll meet you by the Impala.”
Neither one talked during the short drive from the garage to their apartment. Dean didn't mind at all. He preferred the silence. Sam's presence next to him in the passenger seat was enough for Dean. He snuck a glance at his younger brother hoping he didn't have that mopey look on his face. Dean sighed. There was so much he wanted to say to his brother but the words were struck in his throat. Really, what could Dean say to Sam to make this day any better? Dean knew there was nothing, no words, that could make the heaviness they felt go away. He said nothing. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and drove them home.
Once they got back to the apartment they parked themselves on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and had a Star Wars marathon. The only conversation the brothers had was what they wanted on the pizza Dean was going to order for dinner. After a lot of arguing, they ended up ordering one with extra cheese and one pepperoni. They ate in front of the television in silence watching the final movie. Once the movie was over Dean turned to Sam and cleared his throat, “Sammy, you'll be ok if I go out?”
Sam looked at his older with big sad eyes. Dean felt guilty immediately but he needed some air. Sam sighed and shrugged, “Yeah, I should be getting to bed anyway.”
“Ok. I won't be gone long.”
Pete and Elda's Diner
Dean looked up at the diner and sighed. He didn't know why he was here. He really didn't want to be around people but the bar down the street was filled with his coworkers. He threw the Impala in park and made his way inside. He sat in his usual spot at the counter eying the pies. Dean was trying to decide between having a slice of sweet potato or apple when Meredith came over to take his order.
“What can I get you, Dean?”
He had every intention of saying a slice of sweet potato pie and coffee but when looked up at her he smirked, “What time do you get off?”
“My shift's over in ten minutes.”
“Meet me by my car in ten then.”
Dean's sitting on the hood of his car when Meredith comes out of the diner. He grins at her wolfishly as he slides off the car. He doesn't give her a chance to speak before his lips are crashing against hers. He pushes her up against the passenger side of the car sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. Dean moves his mouth slowly from her lips to her neck as he shoves a thigh between her legs causing Meredith to dig her nails into his back. He smirks and continues the assault on her neck until he has her panting. Dean pulls back licking his lips, “You up for round two, sweet heart?”
Meredith grabs Dean by his shirt tugging him closer to her, “Oh, you know I am.” She opened the back door smirking up at him, “C'mon Winchester get your ass in here unless you wanna fuck in the parking lot.”
Two Hours Later
Dean drove Meredith back to her place putting the Impala in park. She ran her hand up his leg rubbing slow circles into his inner thigh as she nipped at his ear. “You wanna come in for a drink?”
“Thanks but I should be getting back. Dad's outta town, Sammy's by himself.......” He kissed Meredith goodnight nice and slow before pulling away, “Rain check, k? I'll call you.”
Dean had thought sex would make him feel better, it usually did but not tonight. Not that the sex wasn't good, it was. He couldn't really explain it but there was still this....he was just completely miserable.
Since his first attempt at numbing the pain didn't work, Dean headed to the liquor store. He bought the biggest bottle of Jack they had and went out to Lake Superior. He sat on the hood of the Impala, Led Zeppelin's IV was drifting out of the car windows, bottle of Jack in his hands. Dean took a long pull off the bottle and settled himself against the windshield. He knew he should go home but he was determined to drown his pain away with the bottle of Jack he held tight.
Thanksgiving 1999
Sam was looking forward to a quiet thanksgiving with his brother this year. Thanksgiving was one of his least favorite holidays partly because it always ended with their father drunk on some motel couch.
Since John called a few days ago saying he wouldn't make it home, Sam thought they'd be able to have a peaceful holiday for once. He scrubbed a hand through his shaggy hair as he made his way into the living room. Sam stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on the man sitting on the couch. “Dad?”
“Hey, Sammy.”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were on a hunt.”
“I was. Turned out to be a simple salt and burn.”
“Oh.” Sam shifted shuffled his feet not knowing what else to say to his father. His eyes swept around the apartment in search of his brother who was no where in sight, “Where's Dean?”
John turned to look at his youngest son and shrugged, “Said something about picking up some sort of Thanksgiving dinner he ordered at the supermarket.”
“Oh.”
“Sammy, c'mere.” John stated patting the empty spot on the couch next to him, “How's school going?”
Sam perched on the edge of the couch shrugging slightly, “Fine, Sir. I should be getting straight A's this semester.”
“That's real good, Sammy. What about your training? Have you and Dean been keeping up on that?”
“Yes, Sir. Every weekend we go to the gun range and we run every night after dinner......”
“Good. Any trouble since I've been gone?”
“No, Sir unless you count Dean taking out every waitress in the diner downtown a trouble.”
John laughed and shook his head, “That's your brother for ya, always chasing skirt. What about you, Sammy? Any girlfriends?”
“Not really.” Sam shifted uncomfortably on the couch before standing up. “I'm um going to make myself some breakfast.”
Later That Night
Dean had come through on dinner. He had ordered a full Thanksgiving from the supermarket which only needed to be heated up. It was the first time Sam could remember them having turkey for thanksgiving. Usually their father brought them a bucket of KFC and drank himself into a stupor. This year dinner consisted of turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole, rolls and pumpkin pie. Dean ate his food slowly making obscene happy noises which left Sam rather uncomfortable. Sam kicked his brother under the table pulling a face at him. Dean laughed tossing a biscuit at his little brother, “What?”
“You're disgusting.”
“Whatever, bitch.”
“Jerk.”
John looked between his boys his brow creased, “Boys can you not argue for one night?”
Dean smiled sheepishly at his brother then glanced over at his father, “Sorry, Dad.”
Sam looked down at his plate smiling. He had to admit this was the best Thanksgiving they had that he could remember. Even their dad seemed to be in a good mood. John hadn't even poured himself a single drink. In Sam's mind, that said a lot. Maybe there was hope for his family yet.
After dinner, the three of them squeezed onto the couch to watch the Cowboy game. Sam was squashed between his father and his older brother but he didn't care. He wanted this, them being a normal family, for so long he didn't want to ruin the moment. Sam knew by tomorrow every thing would change. John would find some lead on the thing that killed their mom or he'd find something else to kill. He would most likely be gone before Sam woke up and Dean would tell him dad was back on the road. Sam looked over at his brother and smiled. At least he knew Dean would be here tomorrow. He was the only reliable thing in Sam's life. He knew he would always be able to count on his older brother being there for him even when their father was not.
Chapter 1
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.
Chapter 2
Good Times, Bad Times
“In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man. Now I've reached that age, I've tried to do all those things the best I can. No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam. Good Times, Bad Times, you know I had my share.”
The first few months in Ashland flew by. Before the boys knew it, it was already November. November 2nd was always a hard day for the Winchesters and this year was no different. To everyone else around them it was a regular Tuesday. Sam still went about his morning routine getting ready for school while Dean sat on the couch in his mechanic blues. He was watching the morning news and nursing a cup of black coffee. He was hoping that his little brother would not bring up their mom today.
Dean didn't want to think or talk about what happened sixteen years ago. It wasn't because he didn't love his mother, he loved her more than he could ever put into words. It was more because, if he was being totally honest, that he loved her so much. He missed her every day. Dean could still hear her voice in his head, he remembered every detail about her. The sound of her laugh, the smell of her hair, the way she would hold him tight when he got scared. He tried so hard to hold onto the good memories he had of her, although, when he closed his eyes he always saw her on the ceiling burning. He only got a glimpse of it but it was enough to sear the image into his head.
Dean got up and dumped his coffee mug into the sink. He gripped the counter closing his eyes while telling himself to breathe. If he got through today than tomorrow he could go back to pretending he was fine. But he wasn't fine. He was pissed. His father had run off on another dead end lead knowing full well what today was. Instead of staying here with them, he had taken off in the middle of the night telling Dean he would be back in a week, maybe two. Of course, Dean didn't argue. He did what he always did. He said, 'Yes, Sir.', took the money his father handed him and locked the door behind his father's retreating back.
Dean pushed his anger deep down like every other emotion he didn't want to deal with and walked back into the bedroom he shared with his little brother. He had more important things to do like make sure Sammy was safe and happy. He leaned against the door frame watching his brother pack up his school books and cleared his throat, “C'mon get your ass in gear Sammy or you'll make us both late.”
Sam had a hard time concentrating in his classes, by lunch, he decided to pack it in. He skipped his last four periods and headed to the garage where Dean now worked full time. He found his brother under an old Buick cursing up a storm. Sam kicked his brother's foot smirking, “What did this car do to you?”
“Sammy?”
“Yeah, Dean?”
“Sammy, aren't you supposed to be in school?” Dean rolled out from under the car, his cheek smeared with grease, and studied his brother closely, “What happened?”
“Nothing happened.” Sam sighed as he kicked the ground with the toe of his boot, “I just couldn't deal today. You think you could um maybe knock off early?”
Dean stood up, grabbed a rag and attempted to rub the grease off his hands. He squinted up then nodded, “Yeah, I think I can. We don't have the part this heap of junk needs. Gimmie a minute, I'll meet you by the Impala.”
Neither one talked during the short drive from the garage to their apartment. Dean didn't mind at all. He preferred the silence. Sam's presence next to him in the passenger seat was enough for Dean. He snuck a glance at his younger brother hoping he didn't have that mopey look on his face. Dean sighed. There was so much he wanted to say to his brother but the words were struck in his throat. Really, what could Dean say to Sam to make this day any better? Dean knew there was nothing, no words, that could make the heaviness they felt go away. He said nothing. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and drove them home.
Once they got back to the apartment they parked themselves on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and had a Star Wars marathon. The only conversation the brothers had was what they wanted on the pizza Dean was going to order for dinner. After a lot of arguing, they ended up ordering one with extra cheese and one pepperoni. They ate in front of the television in silence watching the final movie. Once the movie was over Dean turned to Sam and cleared his throat, “Sammy, you'll be ok if I go out?”
Sam looked at his older with big sad eyes. Dean felt guilty immediately but he needed some air. Sam sighed and shrugged, “Yeah, I should be getting to bed anyway.”
“Ok. I won't be gone long.”
Pete and Elda's Diner
Dean looked up at the diner and sighed. He didn't know why he was here. He really didn't want to be around people but the bar down the street was filled with his coworkers. He threw the Impala in park and made his way inside. He sat in his usual spot at the counter eying the pies. Dean was trying to decide between having a slice of sweet potato or apple when Meredith came over to take his order.
“What can I get you, Dean?”
He had every intention of saying a slice of sweet potato pie and coffee but when looked up at her he smirked, “What time do you get off?”
“My shift's over in ten minutes.”
“Meet me by my car in ten then.”
Dean's sitting on the hood of his car when Meredith comes out of the diner. He grins at her wolfishly as he slides off the car. He doesn't give her a chance to speak before his lips are crashing against hers. He pushes her up against the passenger side of the car sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. Dean moves his mouth slowly from her lips to her neck as he shoves a thigh between her legs causing Meredith to dig her nails into his back. He smirks and continues the assault on her neck until he has her panting. Dean pulls back licking his lips, “You up for round two, sweet heart?”
Meredith grabs Dean by his shirt tugging him closer to her, “Oh, you know I am.” She opened the back door smirking up at him, “C'mon Winchester get your ass in here unless you wanna fuck in the parking lot.”
Two Hours Later
Dean drove Meredith back to her place putting the Impala in park. She ran her hand up his leg rubbing slow circles into his inner thigh as she nipped at his ear. “You wanna come in for a drink?”
“Thanks but I should be getting back. Dad's outta town, Sammy's by himself.......” He kissed Meredith goodnight nice and slow before pulling away, “Rain check, k? I'll call you.”
Dean had thought sex would make him feel better, it usually did but not tonight. Not that the sex wasn't good, it was. He couldn't really explain it but there was still this....he was just completely miserable.
Since his first attempt at numbing the pain didn't work, Dean headed to the liquor store. He bought the biggest bottle of Jack they had and went out to Lake Superior. He sat on the hood of the Impala, Led Zeppelin's IV was drifting out of the car windows, bottle of Jack in his hands. Dean took a long pull off the bottle and settled himself against the windshield. He knew he should go home but he was determined to drown his pain away with the bottle of Jack he held tight.
Thanksgiving 1999
Sam was looking forward to a quiet thanksgiving with his brother this year. Thanksgiving was one of his least favorite holidays partly because it always ended with their father drunk on some motel couch.
Since John called a few days ago saying he wouldn't make it home, Sam thought they'd be able to have a peaceful holiday for once. He scrubbed a hand through his shaggy hair as he made his way into the living room. Sam stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on the man sitting on the couch. “Dad?”
“Hey, Sammy.”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were on a hunt.”
“I was. Turned out to be a simple salt and burn.”
“Oh.” Sam shifted shuffled his feet not knowing what else to say to his father. His eyes swept around the apartment in search of his brother who was no where in sight, “Where's Dean?”
John turned to look at his youngest son and shrugged, “Said something about picking up some sort of Thanksgiving dinner he ordered at the supermarket.”
“Oh.”
“Sammy, c'mere.” John stated patting the empty spot on the couch next to him, “How's school going?”
Sam perched on the edge of the couch shrugging slightly, “Fine, Sir. I should be getting straight A's this semester.”
“That's real good, Sammy. What about your training? Have you and Dean been keeping up on that?”
“Yes, Sir. Every weekend we go to the gun range and we run every night after dinner......”
“Good. Any trouble since I've been gone?”
“No, Sir unless you count Dean taking out every waitress in the diner downtown a trouble.”
John laughed and shook his head, “That's your brother for ya, always chasing skirt. What about you, Sammy? Any girlfriends?”
“Not really.” Sam shifted uncomfortably on the couch before standing up. “I'm um going to make myself some breakfast.”
Later That Night
Dean had come through on dinner. He had ordered a full Thanksgiving from the supermarket which only needed to be heated up. It was the first time Sam could remember them having turkey for thanksgiving. Usually their father brought them a bucket of KFC and drank himself into a stupor. This year dinner consisted of turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole, rolls and pumpkin pie. Dean ate his food slowly making obscene happy noises which left Sam rather uncomfortable. Sam kicked his brother under the table pulling a face at him. Dean laughed tossing a biscuit at his little brother, “What?”
“You're disgusting.”
“Whatever, bitch.”
“Jerk.”
John looked between his boys his brow creased, “Boys can you not argue for one night?”
Dean smiled sheepishly at his brother then glanced over at his father, “Sorry, Dad.”
Sam looked down at his plate smiling. He had to admit this was the best Thanksgiving they had that he could remember. Even their dad seemed to be in a good mood. John hadn't even poured himself a single drink. In Sam's mind, that said a lot. Maybe there was hope for his family yet.
After dinner, the three of them squeezed onto the couch to watch the Cowboy game. Sam was squashed between his father and his older brother but he didn't care. He wanted this, them being a normal family, for so long he didn't want to ruin the moment. Sam knew by tomorrow every thing would change. John would find some lead on the thing that killed their mom or he'd find something else to kill. He would most likely be gone before Sam woke up and Dean would tell him dad was back on the road. Sam looked over at his brother and smiled. At least he knew Dean would be here tomorrow. He was the only reliable thing in Sam's life. He knew he would always be able to count on his older brother being there for him even when their father was not.
Chapter 1