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When Sam woke, it was in a bed that wasn't his own and without his dad or brother in sight... needless to say, there was a lot of freaking out. He fumbled out of bed and went looking through the apartment he was in... only to find a dog and not much else. Nothing that would tell him where he was anyway or where Dad or Dean was, when they'd be back.

He even got desperate enough to grab the phone and try their numbers... only to find them no longer in use which was just... even weirder. Now he was even more worried.

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"We're not hunting. Dad still is." He picked at the pizza slice in his hand. It wasn't really much of a debate what to tell him. If, when this wore off, Sam remembered it, he'd be pissed if Dean lied to him. And it felt weird to lie to Sam, anyway, whatever his age. "You left to go to college several months back. After a while, I came to see you and... I guess after I got a taste of this whole living normally thing... I decided to give it a shot, too."

He flicked a glance at Sam and gave him a wry smile. "Dad's, uh, he's not too happy with us."

"Oh." He nodded at that, a frown tugging at his lips. "I always kinda figure he wouldn't be..."

Not if they didn't do exactly whatever he said. Didn't mean it didn't suck any less though. It really did. It was cool that Dean actually decided to come with him though... surprising as all this other stuff as well though. "So, what do you do? College too?"

"Yeah, sorry dude." Dean wished he could tell his little brother he'd stood up for him right away and backed him up, but he hadn't. It was a big regret now. Something he wished he could go back and fix, but it was too late now.

He laughed at the question and shook his head. "Nah. You're the one with the brains, Sammy. I'm tending bar at a restaurant down by the river."

"It's not your fault he's stubborn." He almost wanted to ask for more details, but... he resisted the urge. For right now anyway, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

He snorted at that, tossing his left over crust down for Ozzy and going for another. "I bet you could've done it if you'd wanted, Dean."

Dean wasn't stupid, even if he never did try as hard as he could in school. "So what else? Anything else I should know?"

Dean smiled at Sam's appetite. The beginning of a growth spurt coming on, it looked like. He'd bet on some extra grocery runs if Sam stayed like this very long. Ozzy was in heaven getting all the leftover crusts, too.

"Like what? We still see Bobby sometimes. If we don't call, we get yelled at." He shrugged and sat back, patting the couch for Ozzy to jump up beside them. "You work at a bookstore part-time between classes. Your nerdy nature loves it." He reached over and ruffled Sam's hair playfully.

The ruffle got Sam to pull a face and reach over to nudge Dean's side. And it still totally sucked that Dean had gotten even bigger on him and filled out so much more... even if he apparently had a growth spurt coming eventually. "I'm not a nerd, Dean."

Dean just didn't get it!

"So, Bobby still calls?" That was... good to know too. Not everyone was mad at them then at least. "What do we do for fun around here?"

Getting to go look around was sounding better and better, honestly. Maybe he could convince Dean to take him out or something.

"You are so a nerd." He smirked at his brother and reached for another slice of pizza. He'd kind of missed this. Missed Sam at this age. His brother had been a royal pain in the ass sometimes, sure, but this was the age where Sam still kind of looked up to him. It was a feeling he'd enjoyed, not that he'd ever admit to it.

"Well, there's a bunch of parks around. Ozzy likes those. Sometimes we hang out down by the river. There are a bunch of restaurants and shops and things down there. Downtown is pretty touristy with carriage rides, history tours, and junk like that..."

He huffed playfully at that, rolling his eyes because he was so not a nerd, no matter what Dean said. But truthfully? Even grown up, Sam still looked up to Dean... even if he didn't show it as much and even if he had his complaints about him.

"Really?" He grinned a little wider. "You think we can go out and look around later?"

Damnit. Dean always had a hard time resisting that face... Sam looking all excited and happy. He chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, okay. I'll have to introduce you as my cousin or something if we run into anyone I know, but it should be okay."

"Alright." He got it and he wasn't going to put up a fight if he got to go look around where he and Dean were apparently living now. "So... we really don't hunt anymore or anything?"

"Nope. No hunting. You go to school and work. I work. Ozzy cons us out of food and treats. That's pretty much life." More or less. There were some bits Sam didn't need to know about, of course. "Sounds kinda weird to you, I bet? After all that time on the road."

Sam ducked his head, just letting all that sink in. It was unbelievable really... no matter how much he wanted out, he didn't think he'd ever really get that, not easily. "Yeah..."

He nodded absently, tossing Ozzy his leftover crust before settling back against the cushions, finished eating for now. "It just kind of sucks it couldn't have happened earlier, you know? And without Dad getting mad."

"I took longer than I should have to back you up on it." He admitted. The Sam he knew and lived with now said he'd forgiven him, but Sam at this age might still hold some resentment. "Wish I'd wised up sooner, but you know me, dude. I take a while to catch on."

He sat back, nibbling at the pizza crust in his hand. Ozzy would have loved it, but he'd had plenty already.

Sam idly reached over to pet Ozzy, cracking a smile when the pup decided to move in closer for more. Honestly, with the way Dean always stood up for Dad, never really seemed to take his side, Sam wasn't surprised. It was more surprising that Dean was here right now... even if he didn't want to admit it. "How long?"

Dean shrugged. "A couple months, I guess. I had the impression you didn't really want anything to do with me at the time, so I stayed away longer than I would have liked to."

"After that, I tried to keep hunting, coming back between jobs to visit when I could. That didn't work out, though. Eventually I just stopped hunting altogether and stayed. Dad was not pleased."

"I can't imagine not wanting to have anything to do with you, ever." And Sam really couldn't... not when Dean was the one who was always right there, even when he was being annoying or when they were fighting. Dean was just... Dean.

"Do you like it, not hunting?" Dean never seemed to really want to give it up, had always insisted crap like it made them heroes or whatever.

Dean had to smile at that. It felt really good to hear him say that. "Well, I missed you, anyway. It all worked out, though."

That last question took some thinking. After a minute or two, he nodded. "I miss it sometimes... just the saving people bit, you know? Making a difference. Bartending's fun, but it doesn't exactly help people."

He reached over and ruffled Ozzy's fur. The puppy had insinuated himself between them on the couch with his head flopped in Sam's lap. "I've got a lot of perks to make up for it, though. I don't miss it enough to want to give this up and go back."

"What kinda perks?" He kept scratching the pup flopped over on him. And really, Sam at this age wouldn't have guessed anything... was going on between them, really. He might figure it's a little weird when he realizes the only bedroom in the house was the one he woke up in.

So, right now, seemed the best thing to tease Dean for (and what likely was a 'perk' anyway) was pretty obvious. "Is it all the numbers you get at the bar? Or do you actually have a girlfriend?"

Though if Dean didn't do meeting parents, he doubted he did girlfriends... unless a lot had changed since then.

Oh yeah. He was so not going there. Sam would run screaming from the apartment or something.

"Well, there's Ozzy here." He patted the pup lightly. "And I get to spend time with my dork brother." He grinned.

"I do get a lot of numbers, though, dude. Tons. The chicks here know what a good catch looks like."

He probably would... there'd be quite a major freak out there.

He snorted, smiling despite himself. He gave him a nudge. "I'm not a dork, dean."

But it was cool that they lived together still, spent time together even.

"Please." He rolled his eyes. "You're a jerk, Dean, not a catch." But the teasing was good-natured and he couldn't help a curious look, something else occurring to him. "How about me? Do I have a girlfriend or anything? And don't say I'm too dorky."

And then Dean would be the worst brother ever. He'd really rather not do that.

"You're totally a dork, geek-breath." Dean returned the nudge and a hair ruffling for good measure.

Hmm. Awkward question. Instead of skirting around the question, Dean answered with a teasing grin. "You? You're dating a mime down at the river front. She don't say much, but she's got a very impressive figure."

There was a moment that Sam just stared... before he pulled a face and swatted at Dean. "Liar. Should have known you wouldn't be serious."

And Sam was just going to conclude that meant he got way more dates that Dean. Totally.

Because he wasn't a jerkface.

"Anyway, when can we go out?"

Oh, he had to laugh at that reaction. That was too perfect. "Dude! You should have seen your face. I totally had you going for a minute there."

Still grinning, he nodded. "Yeah, okay. Downtown's just five or so blocks from here. We can walk it." He glanced over at the dog whose ears perked up at the word 'walk'. "Wanna go for a walk, Oz?"

Suddenly, there was an excited puppy dancing beside the door.

"You did not!" Maybe for a second. "Jerk."

At least Ozzy was cute, jumping around like that. He grinned a little as he watched him. "Where's his leash and stuff?"

"The harness and leash are in the drawer of that table next to the door. You can cram him into it, if you want. I'm gonna go change out of my work shirt real quick." He got up and headed into the bedroom to do that. And to make sure there was nothing... laying around... that Sam shouldn't see.

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