Brother Mine

Ignoring the snark, 'you're learnin', Sammy', Sam shook his head and got up, stretching out his legs as the message played over again in his head. Frowning gently, he grabbed his laptop, not knowing what he'd do with it, it was just a habit he'd picked up on whilst in college. "Dean, do you know where dad said he'd be?" Sam asked, looking over at his brother.

His fingers tapped against his machine, watching the cogs whir in Dean's head.

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Grabbing his bag, Dean searched through it for his dad's journal, hoping to find some sort of clue as to his last known whereabouts. Flicking through page after page, he sighed, not getting anywhere at all. He was just about to close it up and try something else, when he saw a little piece of paper sticking out of one of the pockets. Plucking it out, he frowned, trying to decipher his father's scribbles. "Sam? Can you search co-ordinates?"

"Of course, Dean," Sam muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Search 35-111, see what comes up."

"Points to a town called Jericho."

"Jericho is where we're heading to, then!" Dean chirped, before draining his coffee cup.

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Jericho was at least 4 hours away. Sighing gently, Sam closed up the laptop, packing the machine away it its bag. He tried avoiding the curious gaze of Dean as he spoke, "I've got to be back by 10 Monday." He had a huge college interview on, one that would get him into Law School. It was of upmost importance to get to that damn thing.

"Why?" Dean asked incredulously, furrowing his eyebrows together.

"I've got this.. interview..." He murmured, sighing as the look of confusion few stronger.

"A work one? Ditch it."

"I can't just ditch it, Dean... It's for Law School," he muttered, pulling down his sleeves to his hoodie.

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"Oh." Dean's featured softened, somewhat, but he was still confused. And if truth be told, a little jealous. He'd never had the opportunity to go to college, hell he hadn't even had the chance to finish high school, his father always pulling him out to go on a hunt. He envied Sam's chance at a normal life, wanted that for his brother. Even though it would kill him to say goodbye. Again.

"Don't worry, we'll get you to that interview on time." Averting his eyes, he carried on packing his bag, trying hard not to let Sam know how he really felt. He thought they could be a team, brothers fighting evil, working together for the greater good. Sighing, he tossed his bag onto his shoulder and made for the door. It was a pipe dream. "Don't forget to lock up after you," he muttered.

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It was the muttered last words which had Sam more than confused for the rest of the trip to Jericho. Apart from some 60's rock band playing, the car was otherwise silent. Dean looked somewhat down and it was that which had Sam both empathetic and confused. He didn't know what had happened for Dean's mood to do a complete one-eighty. "Dean," Sam muttered, his head turning from the window, "what's up? You look like someone kicked your puppy."

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Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the song, Dean glanced at Sam out of the corner of his eye, rolling them when he saw Sam's "concerned face". "I'm fine, it's nothing." Spreading out the map they had gotten from a roadside convenience store, he checked to see if they were still heading in the right direction.

Sam turned in his seat to face Dean head on, crossing his arms over his chest. "Dean, look-"

He didn't want to know what Sam was going to say, too much static buzzing in his head. Turning up the music, he gave his brother a sarcastic smile, the gesture not quite reaching his eyes and turned back to the open road.

Conversation over.

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The expression that graced Sam's features was incredulous, Dean had seriously just done that. Gritting his teeth, Sam folded his arms over his chest and made it upon himself to ignore the suffocating tension that had formed in the car.

All the way to Jericho, not a word was uttered, Sam still was ticked off that Dean had blankly ignored his attempts to talk. And Dean, well, he looked stranger than normal. There was a look on his face that Sam couldn't read into. It wasn't something he'd witnessed before. As Dean pulled up into the quaint town of Jericho, Sam got out straight away and walked hastily into the little motel that was across from the parking lot.

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Dean sighed as Sam slammed the car door shut, muttering under his breath not to treat his baby like trash. Rolling his eyes, he got out of the car and locked her up. "Diva." Heading down to reception, he pulled out one of his stolen credit cards and booked them a room for a few nights, not sure how long they were going to be spending in the place. Grabbing the key, Dean wandered down to the room, hitting the vending machine along the way. If they were going to spend the night researching, he wanted snacks - and lots of them.

(Eeeeep, here comes the woman in white!)

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Sam had sorted himself out, the journal in front of him and his laptop by his side as he sat on the floor. He had no clue as to why their father would be out here for, without telling them. Inside the room, there was a number of articles and everything else plastered all over the walls. "That's salt," Sam muttered as he leafed through the pages. "Dad's been here, and I don't know why." He commented, knowing that Dean had just walked in. Looking up, he was shocked to see Dean's arms full of snacks and drinks. "How'd you carry all that down here without tripping and falling?"

(Changing some bits )

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"Because I'm awesome?" Dean dumped the snacks onto the bed, rolling his eyes. Kicking off his boots, he sat down, resting his elbows against his knees. "You find anything?"

Sam shrugged, his head still buried in their father's journal. "Not much, just a few notes here and there. I can't seem to figure out why he would come here in the first place."

Offering his hand out for the journal, he flicked through to the page he had found the co-ordinates, smirking. "Didn't look very hard, did ya? Look here, says something about him investigating the disappearances of young men along a single stretch of road over ten years. Worth a looksie?"

(Tell me, tell me!)

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Rolling his eyes at the smirk, Sam tried not to let it get to his head as he took back the book. Grabbing his laptop, he typed them in and it pointed to a bridge just out of town. It seemed to be something worth looking at, especially since it's on a specific stretch of road and that only men were being killed. Although, it could be just some psychotic bitch who has an affinity for killing men. He just nodded, "It is, yeah. Maybe we can do that tonight? I just want to eat now," He suggested, getting up to stretch his legs.

(LET'S MAKE 'EM KISS! )
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"And you say I think with my stomach..." Dean smirked, grabbing the boots he had just taken off. "Alright, we'll go find somewhere to eat, maybe read up on some of the local legends of Jericho, get a feel for the place." Waiting for Sam to get ready, Dean was absolutely not checking the guy out, in no way was he staring a little too longingly at the younger man's backside. No, not at all. Exasperated with himself, he shook his head and headed out the door, thinking some fresh air might do him good. Breathing in deeply, he let the air out on a long exhale, adjusting the collar of his shirt to the still lingering humidity. "You ready, Sam? Stop preening yourself and get out here."

(Ahh, yes! )
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"I'm not preening myself, Dean. That's your job," Sam retorted sharply, the playful tone still remaining. He upturned his nose as he walked past, yelping at the smack he received on the back of his head. Rubbing where he was hit, Sam continued to walk in the general direction of where the main road was, remembering the small place that they passed on the way into Jericho. Sam could feel a pair of eyes burning holes into the back of him, that continued for a while longer until he whipped around to face Dean. Bumping into him in the process.

(Yaaaaaaay! )
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"Sammy!" Dean huffed, straightening out his jacket. "Watch where you're going, dammit!" Flustered, he stalked off in the direction of the main road, his cheeks burning with embarrassment at the thought that maybe he had been caught watching Sam. Clearing his throat, he made a right onto the street, not slowing his pace down at all. He needed pie, and lots of it.

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Rolling his eyes skyward, Sam followed his brother into the diner that he had disappeared into. It was so like Dean to push aside whatever he was feeling and to completely ignore his emotions. Muttering under his breath he joined Dean at the booth. Their knees were touching as they sat opposite one another. Sam knew that Dean was staring at him, but, the other man was more than willing to skim past that without a second thought.

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Dean cleared his throat, loosening the collar of his shirt. His face was flushed, his skin burning up where it touched Sam’s, this was getting ridiculous. He snapped out of his thoughts as a waitress approached their table, putting his menu down to give his order. “I’ll take a burger with everything, fries, a coke and pie, lots of pie.” Grinning cheekily, he looked to Sam to see his brother rolling his eyes, exasperation all over his face. “What?”

Sam could see how flushed Dean was and it somehow made him fell accomplished; despite the fact that it is meant to be wrong. He couldn't care less, to be honest. Rolling his eyes, he just shook his head. "You're so predictable, Dean. Honestly, have you ever ordered anything else?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

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"What's it to you what I eat?" Dean wrinkled his nose, his brow crinkling as he attacked the food on his plate. Taking a giant bite out of his burger, he leaned back onto his chair and surveyed their surroundings. He held his hand up as he swallowed, cutting Sam off before he could launch into his age old healthy food talk. "Don't even bother, I'm not a rabbit. I need meat, end of discussion. Now eat up, we have a long day ahead of us."

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes and give Dean a lecture, he stabbed his fork into the green of his Cesar salad, making sure to get the pieces of bacon and chicken. As they were eating, he couldn't help but to notice the finer details of Dean; his freckles, the way that his eyes crinkled as he smiled while reminiscing their past, his posture. It was ridiculous at the amount of things that could be observed in the space of half hour. Sam groaned under his breath as Dean pulled out another one of his credit cards that were stolen, sending a flirtatious smile the waitress' way. It was little things like that which really bought out his jealousy. Gritting his teeth, Sam grabbed the back of Dean's leather jacket and practically dragged the older male out of the diner. "Get your head sorted, Dean. We're here to find dad, not to sleep your way through all the pretty ladies that you see."

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“Woah!” Dean yanked the collar of his jacket out of Sam’s grip and pulled it down, righting his clothing. “What was that for?” His brows pinched in anger, not liking being manhandled one bit. “Not jealous are you?” He smirked. He noted the roll of his brother’s eyes, his own widening. “You are jealous, aren’t you?” Grinning at this sudden realisation, he slapped Sam on the ass and walked off down the street. “Don’t worry Sammy, you’ll always be my boy.”