SPN Fic: I Wish
Title: I Wish
Author: Rafikiven
Word Count: 1450
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural or its characters. I wish I did :-D
Summary: Wee!chesters, pre-series. 9-year-old Dean wishes he didn’t have a brother
A/N: I know I’m a bit hard on poor John in this story, but I promise to write a positive John story in the near future! Also, thanks a bunch to NativeStar for the Beta!
I Wish
Sometimes I wish I wish I wish I didn’t have a little brother. If I didn’t have a little brother I wouldn’t be freezing on the way to school, walking slowly so he can keep up. He is so slow. Right now he’s staring off at something in the distance, trusting me to lead him. A turtle would probably be faster than he is.
“Come on Sammy, pay attention. We’re going to be late,” I say.
He smiles and does a little skip as he speeds up. He sniffles because he has snot running down his nose. His mitten is going to get all gross again and I just washed it. I sigh and he just keeps smiling and sticks his tongue out so it’s on his upper lip.
“Today, in school, in my class, we’re going to make snowflakes,” he says and I can’t believe how much he loves going to school. I don’t remember ever liking school, but I never did get to go to Kindergarten like him. I didn’t start until last year, but that’s a secret. When anyone asks I have to tell them the story Dad made me learn. I went to school in Kansas until last year. I even have pretend names for my teachers and friends. I don’t get asked too much anymore because this is my fifth school. Dad gives all the schools the papers from my “old” school, but I’ve seen Dad sitting at the library making those papers. He makes a lot of things like that.
“Aren’t you sick of snow by now, Sam? It’s too cold in Fargo.”
Sammy just jumps around excitedly.
“I love snow! I like it here, Dean. Can we stay here this time?”
“We’ll stay as long as we can, Sam, until Dad says it’s time to move.”
“I know.” He sounds so sad I can’t help but feel bad for him. He deserves to have a real home, to make friends, to get to know his teachers. He’s already on his third school and he just started this year.
“Come on, I don’t want you to be late again.” I tug a little bit on his hand and he starts moving again.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get out of bed when you said. Are you mad?”
“No, Sam. It’s always hard to wake you up. I set the alarm clock wrong again. It’s not your fault.”
Sam smiles up at me, glad I’m not angry.
“But you’re going to be in big trouble if you don’t hurry that butt along.”
We end up being late and Sam’s teacher gives me a look. I’m even later to my class and my teacher is mad again. I wouldn’t be late if I didn’t have to take care of my brother, but I don’t tell her that.
School is tough today, tougher than normal because I didn’t get to bed early enough last night.
“Dean, I know you’re a smart boy, but you just aren’t applying yourself.”
I squint down at the book I’m trying to read aloud, but am getting caught up on all the hard words. It has a lot of hard words.
“You would have an easier time in class if you actually did your homework. If your Dad can’t help you, maybe a friend can?”
I don’t have friends. I nod, but don’t say anything and thankfully she moves on to the girl in front of me.
It’s not that I didn’t try to get my homework done. I did. I just had a lot of things to do, more than normal because Dad was getting ready for a hunt. After helping Sammy with his Kindergarten homework, laundry, fixing dinner, and keeping Sammy happy so Dad could get some work done, it was time to start getting Sam ready for bed. When I finally got Sammy settled down Dad was out on a hunt and I tried to do my homework but couldn’t concentrate so I watched TV instead, keeping it real low so Sam didn’t wake up.
At recess I play football, but what I really want to do is hit someone really hard so I get in trouble again. How was I supposed to remember that tackling isn’t allowed?
After recess we have to write in our journals which I always hate. Today I hate it even more because we have to write about a wish. Kids in my class think it’s fun and are saying they’ll write about things like having a zillion dollars, or a dog, or a spaceship.
All I can think about is that I wish I didn’t have a little brother. If I didn’t have a little brother I could stay after school and play. If I didn’t have a little brother I could get a skateboard and become friends with Tom and Drake, the coolest kids in school. I’d be even better at skate tricks than they are. If I didn’t have a brother school wouldn’t be so hard. I even bet Dad would have started me in school sooner if I hadn’t had to watch Sammy. If I didn’t have a little brother I wouldn’t have to remember all those songs Mom used to sing me.
I don’t write about Sam in my journal.
I write about how I wish I was a rock star. I want to write I’m in the band Metallica but am not sure how to spell it so I stick with ACDC.
“You can put your journals away now. Have a good day class and remember, if you like, after school today is tutoring at the library.” My teacher is looking right at me as she says this. For once I’m glad I have to pick up Sam after school.
The bell rings and I jump up from my desk, happy school’s out.
“Hey dude! My mom is going to pick us up and take us to Hammer Skate.”
I turn around because I think Drake is talking to me. He isn’t.
“Awww-some!” Tom slaps Drake on the shoulder and they run out of class.
I drag my feet around the outside of the school to the Kindergarten side and Sam has been waiting for me.
“Dean!” he yells and runs up to me and hugs me around my waist. I ruffle his moppy hair and put his hat on him.
He’s got his tongue on his upper lip again and I have to admit he’s kind of cute. It’s not really his fault he’s so annoying, that’s just part of being Sam.
“Look what I made!”
He hands me a snowflake cut out of paper and a picture he drew. The picture is of two people, one small and the other taking up most of the page. Sam never was the best artist. The little figure must be Sam and has wild brown hair. The bigger figure has yellow hair. “Dean” is scrawled out in messy Kindergarten handwriting. Across the top, written in grown-up handwriting is “My Best Friend and Me.”
Sam is beaming up at me. He’s still sucking on his upper lip and snot is running out of his nose. I wipe it off and he squirms and whines. I feel a little choked up even though it’s a stupid Kindergarten picture.
“Did you like your picture?” He says as I take his hand and start walking home.
“Yeah, but one of these days you’re going to have to learn that school is harder than drawing pictures.”
He giggles and says, “Yippee!”
When we get home I open the fridge to get a snack for Sam, but close it again. Sam has climbed up on the barstool and is leaning over the counter towards me.
“What?” He says.
I walk over and pull his picture out of his backpack, ruffle his hair, and put his picture on the fridge with magnets. I remember when Mom was still alive Dad would admire my pictures and put them up on the fridge. I’ve never done it with one of Sammy’s pictures before.
“Whatcha doing that for?” He says.
“I’m putting this up here so we can all see what a good job you’re doing in school.”
“Dad too?”
“Dad too.”
End
This is the first of three companion stories. The others are "One Job" and "When You Died."
This is my first fic posted to Live Journal and I'll do a jig if u write a comment! Constructive criticism welcome and appreciated.