Reunion
Title: Reunion
Summary: Sam spies his brother in a bar that he and his friends have entered to hang out. Stanford-era.
Characters: Sam
Word Count: 580 ish
Dean - Dean Damn Winchester was standing by the pool table. Leaning nonchalantly upon the table, Dean looked every bit the arrogant college boy he wanted to project. He seemed to be completely at ease in the shady room-drawing in gullible victims in a manner similar to a spider drawing in flies. To an untrained eye, Dean might have appeared highly relaxed, however Sam knew his brother better than anyone else. He could read the slight tension in Dean's stance - the hesitance in his movements. Sam didn't know whether to feel relieved or disturbed that he could still read Dean - his brother, a part of him screamed- even after 3 years of separation.
Barry had invited the entire gang to the bar to let loose after the latest sets of assessments they had to undergo. Sam usually refused any such gatherings, but the week had been trying and the night out had sounded relaxing. How was he to know that just when he thought he had moved on, a remnant from the past would come to haunt him. Not even half-an-hour after arriving did it all go into the dumps. Dean-his brother, his family, his best friend, all rolled into one - entered through the door.Reflexes honed over a tough childhood do help. Sam was witness to this when he hid himself behind the pillar faster than he could ever have have imagined.
From his vantage point, Sam spied on his brother. Dean had not changed-not in the least.Finding him in a bar, hustling money was not something surprising, no not at all,considering their childhood. What was rankling was that Dean was in a bar in California - the only place that Sam thought was hunter-free. California was his damn it!! He should really have invested in setting up neon lights all over the city " Property Of Sam Winchester. Don't Dare Intrude. " Maybe then Dean would not have rudely barged into the city, ruining all the hard work that Sam had put into being normal.
The first three months in Stanford had been scary - settling into the college had been more trying than anything else that he had gone through. He had been downright terrified that he was in above his head. He had left his family - his only constant - in a bid to pursue higher education. However, to be honest with himself, he had left not only to pursue a degree in Law, but also to escape the thankless life of a hunter that had been thrust upon him. He had just not realized that his decision would leave him bereft of his family. With time, things eventually got easier. Still, in the past three years, there had been many instances when he had picked up his cell and scrolled down to 'D'. However he never could muster up the courage to call Dean - the last night he had spent with his family always flashed in front of his eyes before he could press the call button.
Over the last three years, Sam had gradually moved on, had accepted that he could not be the perfect soldier for his father, that maybe he had lost Dean in his quest of leaving the past behind. However some wounds were just too deep. Just watching Dean revived all the hopes and hurts that Sam thought he had crushed. Sam took in a long breath. He could not stay there for a moment longer. It was nothing short of a miracle that Dean had not yet seen him. Small mercies! He had to escape before his luck ran out. Sam turned towards Barry and excused himself. "Sorry man. Am not feeling that good. Am heading back to the dorms." He didn't know why he even bothered - Barry was too inebriated to comprehend anything. He stealthily rose from his seat and hurriedly exited the building.
Summary: Sam spies his brother in a bar that he and his friends have entered to hang out. Stanford-era.
Characters: Sam
Word Count: 580 ish
Dean - Dean Damn Winchester was standing by the pool table. Leaning nonchalantly upon the table, Dean looked every bit the arrogant college boy he wanted to project. He seemed to be completely at ease in the shady room-drawing in gullible victims in a manner similar to a spider drawing in flies. To an untrained eye, Dean might have appeared highly relaxed, however Sam knew his brother better than anyone else. He could read the slight tension in Dean's stance - the hesitance in his movements. Sam didn't know whether to feel relieved or disturbed that he could still read Dean - his brother, a part of him screamed- even after 3 years of separation.
Barry had invited the entire gang to the bar to let loose after the latest sets of assessments they had to undergo. Sam usually refused any such gatherings, but the week had been trying and the night out had sounded relaxing. How was he to know that just when he thought he had moved on, a remnant from the past would come to haunt him. Not even half-an-hour after arriving did it all go into the dumps. Dean-his brother, his family, his best friend, all rolled into one - entered through the door.Reflexes honed over a tough childhood do help. Sam was witness to this when he hid himself behind the pillar faster than he could ever have have imagined.
From his vantage point, Sam spied on his brother. Dean had not changed-not in the least.Finding him in a bar, hustling money was not something surprising, no not at all,considering their childhood. What was rankling was that Dean was in a bar in California - the only place that Sam thought was hunter-free. California was his damn it!! He should really have invested in setting up neon lights all over the city " Property Of Sam Winchester. Don't Dare Intrude. " Maybe then Dean would not have rudely barged into the city, ruining all the hard work that Sam had put into being normal.
The first three months in Stanford had been scary - settling into the college had been more trying than anything else that he had gone through. He had been downright terrified that he was in above his head. He had left his family - his only constant - in a bid to pursue higher education. However, to be honest with himself, he had left not only to pursue a degree in Law, but also to escape the thankless life of a hunter that had been thrust upon him. He had just not realized that his decision would leave him bereft of his family. With time, things eventually got easier. Still, in the past three years, there had been many instances when he had picked up his cell and scrolled down to 'D'. However he never could muster up the courage to call Dean - the last night he had spent with his family always flashed in front of his eyes before he could press the call button.
Over the last three years, Sam had gradually moved on, had accepted that he could not be the perfect soldier for his father, that maybe he had lost Dean in his quest of leaving the past behind. However some wounds were just too deep. Just watching Dean revived all the hopes and hurts that Sam thought he had crushed. Sam took in a long breath. He could not stay there for a moment longer. It was nothing short of a miracle that Dean had not yet seen him. Small mercies! He had to escape before his luck ran out. Sam turned towards Barry and excused himself. "Sorry man. Am not feeling that good. Am heading back to the dorms." He didn't know why he even bothered - Barry was too inebriated to comprehend anything. He stealthily rose from his seat and hurriedly exited the building.