The Kid, Part 14, Supernatural, PG

[phantisma]

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: The Kid Part 14 ( All of The Kid can be found Here)
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam, John
Rating: PG
Genre: GEN (did you even know I could GEN?)
Word Count: 2629
Summary: Dean is 18, Sam is 14. John is 8. Sam is recovering from the attack, but the school seems to be alive with rumors...and not just about the demon. Matt tries to make things clearer. John helps Sam and Dean figure out where the amulet the demons seem to be looking for might be hidden.

A/Ns & Warnings: Um. This is at least partially varkelton's fault. De-aging fic.


Pretty art provided by fallen_for_lost






The school was buzzing with rumor and whisper. Sam had only been in the building for ten minutes and he was ready to run. Instead, he ducked into the bathroom, hiding in a stall while he got his breath.

He and Dean had argued about him coming back to school. Dean seemed to think he should take them up on their offer to home school him the rest of the year, but Sam didn’t want to hide.

Well, that was wrong. He wanted to, he just didn’t think he should.

“Sam?”

Sam took a deep breath and opened the stall door to find Matt standing be the sinks. “Hey.”

“I saw you duck in here.”

Sam nodded, his non-broken hand slipped across his stomach. “I just needed some space.”

“The whole place is talking.”

“I know.” Sam crossed to the sinks to wash his hands. “It’s a lot to take in.”

“How are you feeling?”

He wanted everyone to stop asking him that. It was bad enough that the school had sent him a counselor and he had Dean and Missouri and Pastor Jim asking every chance they got. “I’m fine, Matt. My stomach’s healing nicely. My wrist itches, but it’s better.”

“Not really what I was talking about. I can’t go into the library without seeing it all again.”

Sam nodded, he understood that. “I know.”

Matt had been to see him everyday in the hospital and every other day since, but they still hadn’t talked about it. “What about you?”

Matt shrugged and turned to the mirror. “I don’t know. The counselor says I’m holding back, but if I tell her the whole story…you know no one is going to believe that shit.”

No, no one ever would. No one that wasn’t there or a hunter. “Matt…”

He held up a hand. “No, I don’t want to know, Sam. I realized you and your brother know more than you’re saying, but…really? I just want to forget.”

Sam smiled wanly. He understood that. For a long time, that was all he wanted too. “Fair enough.”

“I’ve got to run, I’ve got a test in calculus next period.”

“I’ll see you later.”

Sam splashed water over his face as his friend left. He needed to get to class himself. He just wasn’t sure he was ready for the whispers and questions yet. Maybe Dean had been right. Maybe he should have stayed home.



After the longest school day on record, Sam managed to cram all the books he needed into his back pack, but he wasn’t sure he would make it all the way home carrying it. He wasn’t supposed to be lifting anything. He stood at his locker contemplating.

“Hey.”

Sam looked up, a little surprised to find Matt and Tyrell standing by his locker. “Hey.”

Matt shifted a little on his feet. “So, I told your brother I wouldn’t let you try to haul the whole library home in your backpack.”

Sam smirked. “I’m fine.”

Tyrell raised an eyebrow and reached for Sam’s shirt, lifting it and eyeing the bandages. “That ain’t fine. Give it.” He made grabby gestures at Sam’s backpack.

“You going to carry my books, Ty?” Sam asked, but he let the older boy take the bag. “That should give the whole school something new to talk about tomorrow.”

“Dude, they need a new rag.” Tyrell shouldered Sam’s bag and headed for the door. “I’m tired of hearing about Mr. Dimas going psycho and kicking the crap out of you too. It’s been a month already. Get over it.”

Sam chuckled. He could hear the concern that colored Tyrell’s voice. “I hear Mr. Callahan’s taking over the debate club.” Sam said as they headed out.

Tyrell snorted. “Yeah, like he’d know a pro from a con.” He shook his head. “You coming to practice tomorrow?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, Matt’s been keeping me up to date, but I need the practice.”

Tyrell raised an eyebrow again and Matt slapped him. “Matt has, huh?”

Sam scowled at them and Matt rolled his eyes. “You know this school. They’ll talk about anything.”

Sam stopped them. “Am I missing something?”

“You haven’t told him?” Tyrell asked.

“Told me what?”

Matt was a decided shade of pink, his hands pulling through his hair. He sighed and shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Right, because you always turn that color over nothing.” Tyrell got them turned and started walking again. “See, our good friend Matt here is trying to protect your honor, Sammy. He doesn’t want you to know that Mr. Dimas isn’t the only thing the school is buzzing over.”

Sam felt like he was trying to catch up in a marathon of crazy. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, you do know that Matt’s spending a lot of time with you.” Tyrell looked at him, both eyebrows raised nearly off his forehead. “A lot of time.”

“He’s been helping me stay caught up.”

“Ah huh. You as dense as he is.”

They were nearly to the edge of the park. Tyrell handed Sam’s backpack off to Matt. “I’ll let him handle the rest. My brother’s driving me to school in the morning. We’ll swing by and pick you up.”

Sam turned to Matt, whose face had turned even redder. “Is there something you need to say?” Sam asked, suddenly remembering another conversation in this park. He glanced toward Elizabeth’s house, then back at Matt.

“I…well, maybe.” Matt shouldered Sam’s back pack and started walking again, headed toward Sam’s house. “I don’t want to freak you out.”

Sam snorted. “Um, Matt…remember me?”

He smiled and nodded. “This isn’t like…you know monsters or anything.”

“Well that’s good.” Sam grinned, rubbing his stomach. “I’m in no shape for a rematch.”

They were nearly to the porch. Sam reached for Matt’s hand, stopping them. “What’s going on?”

Matt looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. “Nothing. Nothing has to be going on. I want you to know that.”

“Okay.” Sam looked at him, trying to figure out what this was about. “I’m kind of lost here.”

Matt bit his lip and turned away, setting Sam’s backpack on the steps. “I like you.”

Sam grinned at him. “That’s good, considering I wouldn’t blame you if you ran the other way after—“

Matt’s hand grabbed his arm, stopping Sam mid-sentence. It slid down to Sam’s hand, holding it for a second before letting it go. “I mean…I like you.”

Sam swallowed as Matt’s eyes lifted to his. There was a flood of hope in his eyes and fear. Elizabeth would be squealing. “Um…okay.” Sam wasn’t really sure what to say now. Matt looked away.

“This is stupid. I should go. I mean…forget I said anything.”

Sam grabbed for him before he could get two steps away. “You don’t have to go.”

Matt was clearly more uncomfortable than he had been before. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.”

“I’m glad you said something.” Sam said slowly. It made Matt stop pulling away from him.

“Yeah?”

Sam offered a tentative smile. “Yeah. I mean…I’m glad you trusted me enough…and I’m not sure what to say, and I’m flattered…and…”

Matt was biting his lip again and Sam couldn’t take his eyes off him. He’d meant everything he’d said to Dean about not being interested in dating, about not having room in his life…and honestly, he had no idea if this was something he wanted, if he was into guys. He knew that he really liked Matt though, and if his dream life was any indication, he could get into Matt well enough.

“You’re not freaked out?”

Sam shook his head. “No…I…I just…”

Matt’s eyes got big. “Oh, my god. You’re not…you’re straight and I just made a complete fool of myself.”

Sam laughed and shook his head. “You didn’t make a fool of yourself. And…I don’t know. I mean, I’ve never given it much thought.”

Matt didn’t look like he believed him.

“Seriously…I’m only fourteen, remember?”

Matt blinked at him, stepping back a little. “I forget sometimes. You seem…so much older.”

Sam reached for his hand, holding it in the space between them for a minute. “Let’s say that I’m flattered, and I like you…and maybe we can figure out the rest?”

Matt licked his lower lip as he stepped closer. “Okay, that isn’t a flat out rejection. I can live with that.”

“Me too.” Sam met his eyes, held his breath. Neither of them moved for a minute, then they both leaned in, just a little. Matt’s lips brushed over his lightly.

“I should go. I have an insane amount of homework.” Matt said softly.

“Yeah, me too.” Sam stepped toward the porch. “Call me later?”

Matt’s face lit up and he nodded, heading for the street with a wave.

Sam exhaled slowly and unclenched the fist at his side, pressing his palm against his groin as he turned for the porch. Such a soft kiss. It shouldn’t have made him hard like that. But Sam was pretty sure that homework would have to wait a few minutes while he dealt with it.



“Sam’s all sparkly.” John said as Dean came in from the car.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I’m not sparkly,” he protested, putting a plate of hot dogs and macaroni and cheese in front of John.

“Yes you are.”

Dean just snickered and dropped the box he was carrying on the table. “This was hidden in the trunk, behind everything.”

“What is it?” Sam leaned over to peer into it, but it was just a mess of papers as far as he could tell.

Dean shrugged. “Don’t know, but it’s the only thing in the entire car I had never seen before.”

“You think this amulet might be in there?” Sam tried to keep the question light, but he saw Dean’s jaw tighten.

“No.” Dean sat at his place, pulling his plate to him. “There’s no mention of it in the journal, no sign that he knew anything about any amulet.”

Sam knew that. They’d both poured over it looking. There was nothing. Sam looked at John who was working on his second hot dog. If their father had hidden some amulet that these demons seemed to want, he’d done a good job of it.

“Maybe he destroyed it.” Sam offered.

“Maybe.” Dean reached into the box and pulled out a handful of papers. Sam could see from across the table that they were receipts and notes, some in his father’s handwriting. “I’ll go through this, see what’s here. Maybe he left…something.”

“I bet he put it away.” John said suddenly, not looking up.

“What?” Sam looked at him closely.

“Well, he was a grown up, and grown ups like when stuff gets put away. Like when Dad put the book away because he didn’t want me reading it.”

Sam turned to Dean, squinting. “Where would Dad put something like that to put it away?”

Dean frowned, dropping a pile of papers on the table. “I would have said the car, but we’ve been over it.”

“I’d put it in the closet.” John said.

“Only Dad didn’t have a closet.” Sam’s eyes were on Dean who was clearly trying to think of someplace they hadn’t already thought of. “Unless…”

Dean’s eyes snapped up. “Remember that place in Lazlo?”

Sam nodded. Their father had stopped when he thought both boys were asleep. He had gone into a self-storage place with a box and come out empty handed. “You don’t think…”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, I do think.” He picked up his hot dog and met Sam’s eyes. “I guess we’re going to Lazlo this weekend.”



They sat in the front seat of the car, John behind them playing with cars on the expanse of back seat. In front of them was a bright orange door, padlocked. The unit was rented out by one Byron Obermyer, the rent paid for nearly five years. Dean had found a receipt in the box.

Dean’s hand fell on the bolt cutters. “You two stay here.”

Sam glanced at John who didn’t seem to be paying attention. “Be careful.”

Dean nodded and got out of the car. He made quick work of the lock and shoved the door open. He was gone a few minutes, then appeared at the door, gesturing that it was safe.

“Come on Johnny, let’s see what’s inside.” Sam held John’s hand as they headed in. Obviously Dean had disabled the trip wire. Sam’s eyes traced the wire laying on the ground to the shotgun on a shelf. His father obviously planned to protect the place.

There were shelves filled with boxes, books. A long table in the back was lined with metal boxes and crates. “Wow.”

Dean stood in the center, looking around them. “I don’t even know where to start. Hey, John. Be careful.”

John pulled his hand off a book, his eyes wide. “I don’t know if there’s any more traps.”

Sam nodded and knelt next to John. “It’s a photo album.” He eased it off the shelf and opened it across his knee.

“Mom.” John breathed, his hand ghosting over a picture of a woman in a yellow sundress, her blonde hair cascading over one shoulder.

Sam held the book up to show Dean. “That’s your mother?”

John nodded, tears in his eyes. “She was very beautiful.” Sam said softly. “Here, why don’t you sit and look at it while Dean and I look around.”

John sat cross legged on the floor and Sam settled the photo album in his lap. Sam followed Dean further into the unit. “So, where would you hide some amulet that you didn’t want anyone to know you had?”

Dean shined his flashlight around them. “How about in a curse box?”

On the shelf in the furthest corner of the unit six special boxes sat. The light moved over them, shining on the sigils and runes. Sam vaguely recalled their father talking about how you made one, a special container to hide away magic that couldn’t be destroyed and should never be used.

“Which one do you think it is?”

Dean shook his head. “Not like he was going to label them, right? I mean, he was trying to hide the damn thing.”

“Well…we can’t open them.” Sam inched closer. The top row of boxes were all big, bigger than would be needed for something like an amulet. “What about that one?” He pointed at a green box only a little bigger than a jewelry box.

Dean licked his lips and picked it up. “Can you figure out the symbols?” He held the flashlight so that Sam could see the top of the box.

Sam squinted, but he was out of practice, and their father had never liked him learning the magic stuff. “Not really….it’s strong stuff though. That’s like the voodoo stuff Dad ran into in Louisiana.”

Dean nodded, then looked back over his shoulder to check on John. “I say we take it back to Jim, open it on sacred ground maybe. Make sure.”

Sam didn’t want to open it at all, but he nodded. Here was not the place. “Right.” He pulled the new padlock out of his pocket and followed Dean to the door. John held up the photo album.

“Can I bring it?”

Dean nodded and Sam took the book, tucking it under one arm before taking John’s hand to help him off the floor.

“Let’s go get some ice cream before we head home.”

John smiled at Dean, while Sam pulled the door closed and locked it. They had a long drive home, and a curse box in Dean’s pocket. Sam had no idea what came next, so ice cream seemed like enough of a plan.