AndyKevAnt
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Okay, so this is the first time I'm actually posting this story up on a forums... give me feedback please!! Positive, negative anything and everything.. I want to know how to improve it! Thank you so much! (this is a snippet of it!! Literally I have over 1000 pages worth)
(it's written in script format)
*Starts off with DEAN and SAM escaping from a hunt, they are standing at the top of the stairs in a mansion.*
DEAN looks at SAM carefully while he asks:Are you hurt? All the while keeping a look out for the shadow creature that has been following SAM for a few days now.
SAM gently shaking his head, the whole time trembling: No no, I'm fine, little creeped out. At one point I was stuck in a room dedicated to porcelain clowns. He shudders as he looks down the stairs.
DEAN noticing that the coast was clear quickly begins running down the stairs, while saying: Come on! and pulling SAM down with him.
SAM practically being dragged down snaps: I’m following you as fast as I can! then quietly adds: I guess this would be a bad time to tell you that back in college JESSICA was a rebound... He pauses waiting for DEAN's reaction.
DEAN stops in his tracks, and turns looking at SAM: What?! He could not believe it, he thinks to himself: JESSICA? A rebound? From what?!
SAM blushes beet red and mumbles: I have no idea why I just said that. looks away thinking to himself: because I loved you DEAN! Damn it!
DEAN chuckles and grabs SAM's arm leading him out of the house. Once outside he gently pushes SAM into the Impala, a 1967 black Chevy of course, DEAN gets in quickly, and drives off at top speed. There’s half an hour of a slightly awkward silence and DEAN finally asks: So what were you talking about back there about JESSICA?
SAM answers a bit shyly: I do not know, it just slipped. That was something I was not planning on telling anyone really... he lets the sentence trail off, slightly embarrassed. Adding to himself: Especially not you...
DEAN raises an eyebrow at SAM's quick attempt to make the conversation drop, usually he wants to talk about everything like a chick! DEAN while looking at the road says in a teasing tone: Too bad, now you have to explain yourself SAMMY.
SAM sighs and half mumbles: Well first year in college, I got into a pretty romantic relationship with - my first room mate... blushes again and looks out the window. Theres silence for a few moments then he continues: Was not too much of a big deal - at least not to anyone else. He was a lot like you. To an extent. SAM waits for an answer, and does not get one: DEAN? SAM blinks, chewing on his bottom lip, slightly worried: Are you listening?
DEAN looks over at SAM for a minute then back at the road, astonished. He is gripping on to the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles are white from the pressure, he starts stammering: Like me? SAMMY... what.... no no SAM no... Me?! thinking to himself: This cannot be happening again... I thought he was over that... we were young and stupid...he wants to be normal... I'm not...
SAM lists off the ways they are alike on his fingers: He was cocky, sexy, funny, loved his old Rock music and could not tell the difference between a chia pet and a mo chichi... winks at DEAN and grins, giving off one of his charming and blinding smiles.
DEAN laughs as SAM makes faces at him: That's me alright... he rolls his eyes slightly, and then sighs heavily. He looks over at SAM again who has THE look on his face. DEAN slumps his shoulders and pulls over he knew this conversation was going to happen sooner or later but he had still been dreading it: SAM. you know that we cannot... do that again... right?
SAM shakes his head: I never said we could, I'm just saying that is who I was with during college before JESSICA, and besides, it ended for a reason. He looks away again, this time not bothering to try to look back at DEAN afraid of what look he would have on his face.
DEAN touches SAM's arm softly, and curiously he asks: What was the reason? He knows SAM, and he knows SAM's relationships never end on a good note. It is the type of people SAM attracts, if DEAN could describe them in one word, it would be 'sleaze ball'.
SAM speaks up tentatively, before though, he clears his throat and swallows hard: Well, he - ...you remember that scar I have on my stomach - you asked what happened and I said it was an accident at school? Well it...was not an accident... SAM trembles slightly he looks at DEAN and bites hard on his lip needing to break the silence: DEAN – you are being really quiet... it is scaring me... Say something, please.
DEAN shakes from rage, he bursts out louder and harsher than he meant: HE did that to you!? He lowers his tone when he sees SAM wince and look straight ahead, last thing he wanted to do was hurt him, he would never hurt the only person he loves. He lowers his tone and gently asks: How?! Why?!
SAM takes in a shaky breath and starts to speak meekly:We had a fight, a guy flirted with me at a bar and it pissed him off. He started yelling at the guy, threatening him, and then he started drinking. The guy tried to walk away but he - advanced him with a broken beer bottle, I could not let him stab the poor fellow so I grabbed his arm - and he exploded on me. Beating on me, and accusing me of cheating, and he stabbed me, before the bouncers could drag him off me. The next thing I remember, is that I'm waking up in a hospital, three weeks later.
DEAN undoes his seatbelt and faces SAM, seeing all the pain on his younger brother’s face makes him tear up: "Oh man, SAMMY..." he does not know what to say so he lovingly squeezes SAM's shoulders.
SAM shrugs DEAN's hands off him, and mutters: Its fine, I should have expected something was wrong the moment he first kissed me, but I did not listen. The dean at my school said that he called you and dad over and over, but never got an answer.
DEAN swallows: I'm sorry. He reaches over and starts smoothing SAM's bangs from his face: I really am SAMMY... I'm sorry. He studies SAM's eyes as the bangs gently fall just above them.
SAM smiles a bit, and relaxes from DEAN’s touch: It is not your fault, it was his. I mean dad was the one who would not answer the phone, not you. His eyes fluttering shut relaxing with his head in DEAN's hand.
DEAN nods slightly, then says sternly with concern: SAM, next time you have a problem with someone... you freaking call my cell I always answer okay?
SAM trembles: Always, but DEAN - I'm scared that – that is the type of person I should be with. his eyes full of fear, he adds to himself: Help me, prove me wrong by telling me you love me DEAN...
DEAN murmurs: You will eventually find the right person.... do not be afraid. His hand moving up SAM's cheek to ruffle his hair playfully.
SAM sighs heavily and says barely above a whisper: I hope your right, god I hope you are right, everyone whose tried has found some way of wounding me. Even back in high school......I still have to thank you for that. He finishes sounding slightly bitter.
DEAN furrows his brow really confused: Me? What did I do?
SAM shrugs and murmurs: Well it was a secret. Me and Chet cooper. We had a thing, and he constantly threw me around like a yo-yo, nothing more then a fuck buddy. Technically it was rape because he was over 18 and I was only 16, anyway - he worked with you at the dealer ship part time when we lived in Illinois, and I one day I over heard him whining that his coworker "DEAN" out of no where just punched him out before quitting the job. Half chuckles.
DEAN turns red, which SAM is unable to tell if it was from embarrassment or anger, and says in a no nonsense tone: Hey, no one messes with my little brother like that and gets away with it. He leans closer to SAM and thinks to himself: I want to kiss you so much SAM... no no I cannot.
SAM smiles at DEAN, and leans over,he hugs DEAN and he says: Thanks DEAN. His eyes bright and cheery, like his old self.
DEAN gently wraps his arms around SAM and murmurs: Anytime SAMMY, anytime. He then ruffles SAM’s hair again, to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of being torn in half on the inside, part of him telling himself: No... Wrong! The other telling him: You love him, admit it!
SAM chuckles and squirms out of the hug, not wanting to seem like he enjoyed it too much. He then says with a mischievous gleam in his eye: Soooooo now that all of that is out in the open, I get to pick the tape. He starts scurrying through the tape box which is at his feet.
DEAN forces out a sigh: Alright, sure. While really he feels relieved that SAM's happy again. He then watches SAM, watches as his shy, sweet face studies the tapes... DEAN, then blinks, and thinks to himself: What the fuck,... he is my brother!
SAM grins triumphantly:Ha-ha! Sweet! I'm going to pull out the only tape of MINE that you actually kept. Look look it is a mix. Sweet ass. He waves it in front of DEAN’s face and throws it on: You have to listen to savage garden for the next 100 miles jerk! He looks at DEAN and thinks to himself: ...god he is so hot when he is sensitive...
DEAN grumbles lightly: Alright, sure... serves me right to save that stupid tape in the first place! but nonetheless can not fight down the smile that crawls up onto his face, making his eyes gleam beautifully.
To Be Continued....
(it's written in script format)
*Starts off with DEAN and SAM escaping from a hunt, they are standing at the top of the stairs in a mansion.*
DEAN looks at SAM carefully while he asks:Are you hurt? All the while keeping a look out for the shadow creature that has been following SAM for a few days now.
SAM gently shaking his head, the whole time trembling: No no, I'm fine, little creeped out. At one point I was stuck in a room dedicated to porcelain clowns. He shudders as he looks down the stairs.
DEAN noticing that the coast was clear quickly begins running down the stairs, while saying: Come on! and pulling SAM down with him.
SAM practically being dragged down snaps: I’m following you as fast as I can! then quietly adds: I guess this would be a bad time to tell you that back in college JESSICA was a rebound... He pauses waiting for DEAN's reaction.
DEAN stops in his tracks, and turns looking at SAM: What?! He could not believe it, he thinks to himself: JESSICA? A rebound? From what?!
SAM blushes beet red and mumbles: I have no idea why I just said that. looks away thinking to himself: because I loved you DEAN! Damn it!
DEAN chuckles and grabs SAM's arm leading him out of the house. Once outside he gently pushes SAM into the Impala, a 1967 black Chevy of course, DEAN gets in quickly, and drives off at top speed. There’s half an hour of a slightly awkward silence and DEAN finally asks: So what were you talking about back there about JESSICA?
SAM answers a bit shyly: I do not know, it just slipped. That was something I was not planning on telling anyone really... he lets the sentence trail off, slightly embarrassed. Adding to himself: Especially not you...
DEAN raises an eyebrow at SAM's quick attempt to make the conversation drop, usually he wants to talk about everything like a chick! DEAN while looking at the road says in a teasing tone: Too bad, now you have to explain yourself SAMMY.
SAM sighs and half mumbles: Well first year in college, I got into a pretty romantic relationship with - my first room mate... blushes again and looks out the window. Theres silence for a few moments then he continues: Was not too much of a big deal - at least not to anyone else. He was a lot like you. To an extent. SAM waits for an answer, and does not get one: DEAN? SAM blinks, chewing on his bottom lip, slightly worried: Are you listening?
DEAN looks over at SAM for a minute then back at the road, astonished. He is gripping on to the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles are white from the pressure, he starts stammering: Like me? SAMMY... what.... no no SAM no... Me?! thinking to himself: This cannot be happening again... I thought he was over that... we were young and stupid...he wants to be normal... I'm not...
SAM lists off the ways they are alike on his fingers: He was cocky, sexy, funny, loved his old Rock music and could not tell the difference between a chia pet and a mo chichi... winks at DEAN and grins, giving off one of his charming and blinding smiles.
DEAN laughs as SAM makes faces at him: That's me alright... he rolls his eyes slightly, and then sighs heavily. He looks over at SAM again who has THE look on his face. DEAN slumps his shoulders and pulls over he knew this conversation was going to happen sooner or later but he had still been dreading it: SAM. you know that we cannot... do that again... right?
SAM shakes his head: I never said we could, I'm just saying that is who I was with during college before JESSICA, and besides, it ended for a reason. He looks away again, this time not bothering to try to look back at DEAN afraid of what look he would have on his face.
DEAN touches SAM's arm softly, and curiously he asks: What was the reason? He knows SAM, and he knows SAM's relationships never end on a good note. It is the type of people SAM attracts, if DEAN could describe them in one word, it would be 'sleaze ball'.
SAM speaks up tentatively, before though, he clears his throat and swallows hard: Well, he - ...you remember that scar I have on my stomach - you asked what happened and I said it was an accident at school? Well it...was not an accident... SAM trembles slightly he looks at DEAN and bites hard on his lip needing to break the silence: DEAN – you are being really quiet... it is scaring me... Say something, please.
DEAN shakes from rage, he bursts out louder and harsher than he meant: HE did that to you!? He lowers his tone when he sees SAM wince and look straight ahead, last thing he wanted to do was hurt him, he would never hurt the only person he loves. He lowers his tone and gently asks: How?! Why?!
SAM takes in a shaky breath and starts to speak meekly:We had a fight, a guy flirted with me at a bar and it pissed him off. He started yelling at the guy, threatening him, and then he started drinking. The guy tried to walk away but he - advanced him with a broken beer bottle, I could not let him stab the poor fellow so I grabbed his arm - and he exploded on me. Beating on me, and accusing me of cheating, and he stabbed me, before the bouncers could drag him off me. The next thing I remember, is that I'm waking up in a hospital, three weeks later.
DEAN undoes his seatbelt and faces SAM, seeing all the pain on his younger brother’s face makes him tear up: "Oh man, SAMMY..." he does not know what to say so he lovingly squeezes SAM's shoulders.
SAM shrugs DEAN's hands off him, and mutters: Its fine, I should have expected something was wrong the moment he first kissed me, but I did not listen. The dean at my school said that he called you and dad over and over, but never got an answer.
DEAN swallows: I'm sorry. He reaches over and starts smoothing SAM's bangs from his face: I really am SAMMY... I'm sorry. He studies SAM's eyes as the bangs gently fall just above them.
SAM smiles a bit, and relaxes from DEAN’s touch: It is not your fault, it was his. I mean dad was the one who would not answer the phone, not you. His eyes fluttering shut relaxing with his head in DEAN's hand.
DEAN nods slightly, then says sternly with concern: SAM, next time you have a problem with someone... you freaking call my cell I always answer okay?
SAM trembles: Always, but DEAN - I'm scared that – that is the type of person I should be with. his eyes full of fear, he adds to himself: Help me, prove me wrong by telling me you love me DEAN...
DEAN murmurs: You will eventually find the right person.... do not be afraid. His hand moving up SAM's cheek to ruffle his hair playfully.
SAM sighs heavily and says barely above a whisper: I hope your right, god I hope you are right, everyone whose tried has found some way of wounding me. Even back in high school......I still have to thank you for that. He finishes sounding slightly bitter.
DEAN furrows his brow really confused: Me? What did I do?
SAM shrugs and murmurs: Well it was a secret. Me and Chet cooper. We had a thing, and he constantly threw me around like a yo-yo, nothing more then a fuck buddy. Technically it was rape because he was over 18 and I was only 16, anyway - he worked with you at the dealer ship part time when we lived in Illinois, and I one day I over heard him whining that his coworker "DEAN" out of no where just punched him out before quitting the job. Half chuckles.
DEAN turns red, which SAM is unable to tell if it was from embarrassment or anger, and says in a no nonsense tone: Hey, no one messes with my little brother like that and gets away with it. He leans closer to SAM and thinks to himself: I want to kiss you so much SAM... no no I cannot.
SAM smiles at DEAN, and leans over,he hugs DEAN and he says: Thanks DEAN. His eyes bright and cheery, like his old self.
DEAN gently wraps his arms around SAM and murmurs: Anytime SAMMY, anytime. He then ruffles SAM’s hair again, to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of being torn in half on the inside, part of him telling himself: No... Wrong! The other telling him: You love him, admit it!
SAM chuckles and squirms out of the hug, not wanting to seem like he enjoyed it too much. He then says with a mischievous gleam in his eye: Soooooo now that all of that is out in the open, I get to pick the tape. He starts scurrying through the tape box which is at his feet.
DEAN forces out a sigh: Alright, sure. While really he feels relieved that SAM's happy again. He then watches SAM, watches as his shy, sweet face studies the tapes... DEAN, then blinks, and thinks to himself: What the fuck,... he is my brother!
SAM grins triumphantly:Ha-ha! Sweet! I'm going to pull out the only tape of MINE that you actually kept. Look look it is a mix. Sweet ass. He waves it in front of DEAN’s face and throws it on: You have to listen to savage garden for the next 100 miles jerk! He looks at DEAN and thinks to himself: ...god he is so hot when he is sensitive...
DEAN grumbles lightly: Alright, sure... serves me right to save that stupid tape in the first place! but nonetheless can not fight down the smile that crawls up onto his face, making his eyes gleam beautifully.
To Be Continued....
