babybrotherdean:

It’s hard not being in school anymore. Not that Dean especially misses it; he can count his good experiences with the American education system on his two hands, and he prefers not to remember the rest. He’s content with his GED, and he’s happy to have left the whole thing behind him… except for the part where Sam’s not finished yet.

Sam still has to go through the same routine that Dean has known for most of his life: waking up early, eating breakfast, grabbing his bag, and heading off to endure another eight hours of learning. Sam doesn’t seem all that torn up about the whole thing- the kid’s always been a sucker for knowledge- but Dean isn’t terribly pleased with the fact that it’s eight whole hours a day when he doesn’t get to see his little brother. Not even once; high schools aren’t very friendly when a guy his age tries to poke his head in and say hello.

Eight hours a day. Eventually, Dean figures out just how to make up for it.

It does, unfortunately, mean that he gets to wake up just as early as Sam. Not that he bothers getting dressed; he’s content to stay in his boxers and leave his hair mussed as he trails his brother around the motel room. Sam seems more amused than anything else, talking idly about a paper he’s writing for history class. Dean’s listening with one ear, more concerned with appreciating every single second they’ve got together.

(So he’s a little clingy. Who’s counting, this early in the morning?)

It’s right when Sam’s set to leave that Dean moves in properly, though. Sees his brother right to the door and then pulls him in close, ignoring the little sound of surprise so he can lean right in for a kiss. It’s chaste, but slow, savouring every second that their lips are pressed together, and Sam- Sam doesn’t seem to mind, slowly relaxing as he leans into it further. Dean grins and lets it go on another few seconds. Just ‘cause. He knows he’s got no chance of talking Sam into staying home with him, so he needs to take what he can get.

When they break apart, Dean speaks, a little breathless. “Have fun at school, nerd.”

Sam rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning, cheeks flushed as he opens the door to head out. “Yeah. See you tonight.”

Dean throws him a wink for good measure, and watches Sam go until he turns the corner and is out of sight. Dean’s left with a heavy sigh, tingling lips, and eight hours to kill.

Eight damn hours.

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