College
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Jess
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Word Count: 741
Rating: PG-13
Summary: College is too hard for Sam.
Not surprisingly, an education had never been a top priority for the Winchesters. Sam could remember Dean going to high school - his highest grade had been a C+ in science, where he could make things explode or dissect animals. But when he'd dropped out at seventeen and a half in his junior year, John hadn't even blinked. Sam had been there for the conversation of Dean being told he'd be a hunter, and had been surprised with how large Dean's smile had grown. It'd all been so odd as if he'd been told he'd have to do that for all his life, he would've been yelling and screaming. Then again, he would've never quit.
Sam himself had done so well in school. He'd gotten A's and A+'s without a problem, sometimes without studying. Reports were done long before they were due, and he was never picked on for being smart because once he reached 6'0", he wasn't really that easy to fight and hurt anymore. Then he'd signed up for Stanford, thinking he had a chance.
Apparently, a Kansas school was nothing compared to Stanford. History classes were ten times harder with information he was sure they were making up. There were words he didn't get, formulas he didn't understand in math classes he hated, and reports longer than he could ever manage in the allotted time periods. The only feasible way he could pass was if he took just one class a semester, but that would be insane for the price. Plus by the time he'd finish doing that, he'd be thirty.
So he'd quit. With no one to back him up, it wasn't that hard. There was Jessica, but after a long decision she'd decided to come along. It was weird but she wasn't doing well either and wanted to go to exploring. So just a few signatures to the papers and they were out. With their bags packed and their goodbyes said, they'd gotten a long ride back to Kansas, hoping they could find Dean. He wasn't even sure if John was with him anymore and didn't quite care.
It took a week before he gave up and called. The motel room he and Jess were sharing was nothing like she deserved - it had a television and a king sized bed, but there was a stain on the carpet and he had to question if the sheets had been changed in weeks. It was all he could afford unless he wanted to go to Dean's ways though. They'd had to hitchhike to get to where they were, and had to eat out of diners where he was sure there were bugs in the back or fast food places even though Jessica was a vegetarian. He felt horrible for subjecting her to this.
After dialing the numbers, he waited. A familiar tone hit his ears and he looked down to his feet, wishing it would just hurry up. It had to, right? Three rings in, he was waiting for Dean's voicemail but heard a scruffy, "Who is this?" at the other end.
"Dean, where are you? I'm running out of money?" It came out as more of a question than a statement, a nervous habit he'd picked up at Stanford. He felt Jessica move behind him and begin to massage his shoulders, calming him down some. He didn't know what he'd do without her.
"Sammy?" A shuffle of the phone and then came the words, "Why? You in trouble?"
"I… I got kicked out."
He couldn't admit to it. He didn't think he ever could.
"For what? What the hell could you get kicked out for?"
"I…" He glanced back at Jess. It'd been an upsetting week. He'd had to explain about hunting, about the demons, ghosts, vampires… about everything. She wouldn't get upset about this, at least not like she would've a week prior. "They found my shotgun."
Another shuffle and he wondered if his brother was getting dressed. "You dumbass. Where are you? I'll come get you. You're lucky you didn't get arrested. Fucking idiot. Hide it under the floorboards! Never listen to me, though, do you!?"
A slow swallow and he finally whispered, "Dean, I dropped out. Me and Jess. It's too damn hard." The silence made him feel sick but he knew Dean heard him as if he hadn't, he would've still been ranting. "I didn't… I…"
"I'll be there to pick you up in a bit. Where are you?" Once the address was given, Dean said into the phone, "This chick better be hot if she's getting a ride in the Impala. I'll be there in an hour."
"Thanks."
"And I want regular threesomes." The choked noise Sam gave was apparently funny as Dean laughed. "I was joking. Wouldn't want to see you naked if my life depended on it. I want her by myself, at least once. My payment for you being stupid and not realizing who you are at heart. Be there in thirty."
Before Sam could complain - or ask why the time had suddenly been cut in half - the phone was turned off.
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Picture: Here
Word Count: 741
Rating: PG-13
Summary: College is too hard for Sam.
Not surprisingly, an education had never been a top priority for the Winchesters. Sam could remember Dean going to high school - his highest grade had been a C+ in science, where he could make things explode or dissect animals. But when he'd dropped out at seventeen and a half in his junior year, John hadn't even blinked. Sam had been there for the conversation of Dean being told he'd be a hunter, and had been surprised with how large Dean's smile had grown. It'd all been so odd as if he'd been told he'd have to do that for all his life, he would've been yelling and screaming. Then again, he would've never quit.
Sam himself had done so well in school. He'd gotten A's and A+'s without a problem, sometimes without studying. Reports were done long before they were due, and he was never picked on for being smart because once he reached 6'0", he wasn't really that easy to fight and hurt anymore. Then he'd signed up for Stanford, thinking he had a chance.
Apparently, a Kansas school was nothing compared to Stanford. History classes were ten times harder with information he was sure they were making up. There were words he didn't get, formulas he didn't understand in math classes he hated, and reports longer than he could ever manage in the allotted time periods. The only feasible way he could pass was if he took just one class a semester, but that would be insane for the price. Plus by the time he'd finish doing that, he'd be thirty.
So he'd quit. With no one to back him up, it wasn't that hard. There was Jessica, but after a long decision she'd decided to come along. It was weird but she wasn't doing well either and wanted to go to exploring. So just a few signatures to the papers and they were out. With their bags packed and their goodbyes said, they'd gotten a long ride back to Kansas, hoping they could find Dean. He wasn't even sure if John was with him anymore and didn't quite care.
It took a week before he gave up and called. The motel room he and Jess were sharing was nothing like she deserved - it had a television and a king sized bed, but there was a stain on the carpet and he had to question if the sheets had been changed in weeks. It was all he could afford unless he wanted to go to Dean's ways though. They'd had to hitchhike to get to where they were, and had to eat out of diners where he was sure there were bugs in the back or fast food places even though Jessica was a vegetarian. He felt horrible for subjecting her to this.
After dialing the numbers, he waited. A familiar tone hit his ears and he looked down to his feet, wishing it would just hurry up. It had to, right? Three rings in, he was waiting for Dean's voicemail but heard a scruffy, "Who is this?" at the other end.
"Dean, where are you? I'm running out of money?" It came out as more of a question than a statement, a nervous habit he'd picked up at Stanford. He felt Jessica move behind him and begin to massage his shoulders, calming him down some. He didn't know what he'd do without her.
"Sammy?" A shuffle of the phone and then came the words, "Why? You in trouble?"
"I… I got kicked out."
He couldn't admit to it. He didn't think he ever could.
"For what? What the hell could you get kicked out for?"
"I…" He glanced back at Jess. It'd been an upsetting week. He'd had to explain about hunting, about the demons, ghosts, vampires… about everything. She wouldn't get upset about this, at least not like she would've a week prior. "They found my shotgun."
Another shuffle and he wondered if his brother was getting dressed. "You dumbass. Where are you? I'll come get you. You're lucky you didn't get arrested. Fucking idiot. Hide it under the floorboards! Never listen to me, though, do you!?"
A slow swallow and he finally whispered, "Dean, I dropped out. Me and Jess. It's too damn hard." The silence made him feel sick but he knew Dean heard him as if he hadn't, he would've still been ranting. "I didn't… I…"
"I'll be there to pick you up in a bit. Where are you?" Once the address was given, Dean said into the phone, "This chick better be hot if she's getting a ride in the Impala. I'll be there in an hour."
"Thanks."
"And I want regular threesomes." The choked noise Sam gave was apparently funny as Dean laughed. "I was joking. Wouldn't want to see you naked if my life depended on it. I want her by myself, at least once. My payment for you being stupid and not realizing who you are at heart. Be there in thirty."
Before Sam could complain - or ask why the time had suddenly been cut in half - the phone was turned off.