Random Stuff (Nerd Edition)

I'll Always Be Here For You

(A/N:Just wanted to say really fast thank you for reading and that this is a Supernatural short story. Dean is fourteen and Sam is nine.)

~Sam

"But Dean, I'm tired of just having sandwiches again!" I whined as we crossed the empty street over to the sidewalk. It already ten at night and dad wanted us home before eleven. "Sammy, I know you're tired of sandwiches, but dad doesn't have enough money for the three of us to go out to eat." Dean gently grabbed my shoulders and knelt on one knee so he was eye level with me. "But it's my birthday." I pouted as I folded my arms over my chest. I was born on May 2nd, 1983, which was ten years ago from now. Normally, dad would take us out to eat and buy me a present, but this year he didn't. I shivered as the cool evening breeze caressed my arms. I still felt cold, even though I was already wearing a jacket. "Hey," Dean lifted my head up with his finger. "Dad sent us with twenty bucks to buy groceries, right?" I slowly nodded, unsure of what he was planning. "I'll buy you something cheap from McDonalds, alright?" "Thank you!" I threw myself into my brother's arms and gave him a big hug. He chuckled softly and stroked my hair. "No chick flick moments." He whispered in my ear with a smirk. I giggled and retracted from his embrace. "Just promise me that you won't tell, dad, okay?" Dean stood back up and brushed the tiny pieces of concrete off of his jeans with the sleeve of his denim jacket. I nodded again and held Dean's hand as we continued walking down the sidewalk. "Look!" I pointed over at the large, golden arch in the distance. The fading sunlight reflected off the shiny metal, making it gleam. "Lets go!" I tugged on Dean's sleeve. "Lead the way." He smiled and waved me on. "Just don't go too far!" Dean shouted as I bolted towards the giant M. "Okay!" I yelled back. It seemed to get bigger and bigger as I got closer to it. "Wow." I gasped as I reached the doors to the restaurant. The roof was red with white and the building was painted white with red and yellow. Beneath the golden arch read the word "McDonald's". On top of the roof was the same word in white lettering. "Pretty cool, huh?" Dean panted as he jogged up behind me. "I've never been to McDonalds before." I circled around the restaurant in curiosity. "Neither have I actually." Dean remarked. "Well, what are you waiting for? Lets go get your birthday treat." He took my hand and led me over to the entrance. When we got inside, I was amazed. Off to one side was an area that had multi colored tubes connected to each other that led to slides and tunnels. The other area had long tables with short, black stools. There was also black booths and a long counter area where you could order food. Images of hamburgers, fries, and other kinds of food hung over the cash registers. "Have an idea of what you want?" Dean dug around in his jean pocket for the money. I nodded and hesitantly approached the cashier. "I'd like the mighty kids meal. Please." I added as the cashier totaled up the money. "Fries or apple slices?" "Fries." She nodded and added that to the order. " Milk or juice?" "Um, chocolate milk." I answered "And will that be all?" She asked. "I'll have a dipped ice cream cone too please." Dean handed her the money as she pulled out the receipt. "Okay, that will be eight dollars and fifty-nine cents." She poured the change into Dean's hand. "Receipt?" "No thanks." He declined as he guided me over to one of the long tables. "Stay here." Dean ordered as he dashed off to the bathroom. I sighed and walked around the restaurant instead. The walls were pinstriped with different colors and on the ceiling hung red lights that illuminated the room. The floor was made of black tile that reminded me of demon eyes. I shivered and sat down in one of the stools that was by the table Dean told me to stay by. I tried to ignore the weird stares I got from the adults sitting in the booth behind me. Feeling bored, I wandered over to the area filled with multi colored tubes. Child shrieks of joy echoed in the room, making me smile. I joined in with their joy-filled screaming as I tossed my shoes aside and climbed up the slide.

(Time skip to 10:45PM)

"Sammy?" Dean beckoned as I flopped down inside of one of the tunnels. I felt really tired and very hungry. My stomach grumbled when I thought of food. All of the other kids had left and it was just me now. I felt kind of lonely, but the quiet was nice. "Sam?" Dean called again. With a soft groan, I crawled out of the tunnel and slid down one of the slides. Dean was at the bottom waiting for me, with a white sack and a chocolate dipped ice cream cone in hand. "You hungry?" Dean handed me the bag. My stomach grumbled in response. "I guess that's a yes." Dean laughed as we walked back over to where we were sitting. I froze in my tracks, completely terrified of what I saw in front of me. A clown with a red afro, a yellow suit with the golden arch printed on the corner, red and white striped sleeves and socks, and large red shoes with yellow laces was sitting on the stool I was sitting on. I backed away from him and hid behind Dean. The clown turned his head to face us and I gasped. His face was completely white with a red mouth and nose. He waved at us with a yellow gloved hand and motioned for me to come close. I shook my head no and clutched Dean's arm tightly. "Hang on, just hold the food and I'll be right back." Dean handed me the sack and dripping ice cream cone. He strode over to the clown and whispered something I couldn't hear in his ear. The clown nodded and stood up with his hands clenched in fists. "Stay away from Sammy!" Dean barked and punched the clown in the nose. He reeled back and held his nose with a gloved hand. Blood ran down his white face and dripped onto the floor. "Ow, you've defeated me!" The clown crumpled to the floor. Dean dragged him to behind the counter and returned to me. "You saved me!" I set the food down on the table and hugged Dean. He smiled and ruffled my hair. "I'll always be here for you." He assured me as we both sat down.

~Dean

"Hey, I hate to ask, but can I beat you up? Not for real I mean," I added hastily. "I'm trying to help my brother get over his fear of clowns." Ronald nodded and slowly stood up. Underneath the table, he handed me a ketchup packet. He gave me a wink to show that it was okay. I held the packet in my fist so Sam wouldn't see it. He formed a fist with both hands and shot me a glare filled with hate. I was amazed at how such a great actor this guy was. "Stay away from Sammy!" I shouted as menacingly as I could as I faked a punch to his nose. As my fist barely swung past his nose, I squeezed a package of ketchup in my fist and squirted it on Ronald's nose. He backed away and held his nose. The ketchup oozed down his face and fell onto the floor. "Ow, you have defeated me!" Ronald dropped to the floor face first. I held back a snort as I carefully dragged him back to behind the cash registers. He gave me another wink once I dropped his arm. I walked back to Sammy with a confident grin on my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of yellow run out the back door. "You saved me!" Sam exclaimed happily as he set the food down on the table and gave me a hug. I smiled and ruffled his shaggy brown hair. "I'll always be here for you." I promised him as we both sat down. I pulled a green candle out of my denim jacket pocket and stuck it in one of Sam's chicken nuggets. I used the lighter dad gave me for protection against monsters to ignite it. A thin wisp of smoke spiraled up and flew through the air. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Sammy, happy birthday to you!" I sang. "Now blow out the candles." I told him with a smile. Sam grinned and blew on the candle as hard as he could, sending spit flying towards me. "Hey!" I protested teasingly. I playfully punched him in the shoulder and wolfed down my almost melted ice cream. By the time we finished, the restaurant had to close. "Was it good?" I asked as I held the door open for him. He nodded and stepped outside. I followed behind him, feeling satisfied and worried at the same time. We stopped at a nearby Wal-mart and paid for the food dad wanted us to buy. By the time we were outside of the motel we were staying at, it was a little past midnight. "Dean!" Dad barked as I opened the door. I cringed as I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Sam jumped and clung to my arm. "You had me worried! Why were you out so late, huh?!?" Dad shouted in my face and yanked Sam's hand off of my arm. "There was a lot of people in Wal-Mart." I lied. He leaned in closer to me so I could smell his breath. He was drunk again. "Lies!" He bellowed and punched me in the gut. I wheezed and collapsed on my knees to the brown carpeted floor. I gasped for breath as dad paced in front of me, waiting for me to regain my breath. "Tell me the truth!" He demanded. "That is the truth." I coughed. This time he punched me in the face. I heard something crack as I was knocked back against the wooden door. My ears rang and my vision was enveloped in stars. "No!" Sam cried as he lunged towards me. "Shut up!" Dad growled and shoved Sam back onto the bed. "I'm giving you one last chance...where were you and why were you late?" I opened my mouth to speak but Sam interrupted me. "We were at McDonalds for my birthday and we were late 'cause we had to go to Wal-Mart and pick up the groceries." Sam blurted. I wiped the blood away from my nose and looked at dad to see what you would do. "Thank you Sam for telling the truth." Dad muttered coldly. "Now let me take care your lying bitch brother." A flurry of punches crashed onto me from all directions. Sam was crying on the bed, too scared to move. Pain blossomed from every part of my body. The searing pain was almost unbearable, but I was used to this. This was my fourth time in the last month getting beat by dad because I lied or did something "wrong". But he was never this angry. He must've drank more than usual. The last thing I saw before was my brother struggling to pull dad's arms back and getting pushed away again.

~Sam

I sat on the bed, bawling and unable to move like there was anchors tied to me. Dad kept hitting Dean over and over again, each punch harder than the last. There was blood pooling from Dean's nose and onto the carpet. His left eye was swollen shut and bruises were peppered all over him. His jacket was torn in various places and his arm was bent at an angle. That was when I remembered how Dean saved me at McDonalds. I ignored my fear and slid off the bed. I attempted to pull dad's arms back, but he was too strong. He pushed me away and whirled around to face me. "Dean!" I sobbed. No response. I relaxed slightly when I saw his chest rise and fall. "You stay out of this! Now get your lousy brother out of my sight!" I did as ordered and carefully dragged Dean by the feet out of the motel room. I found a deserted alley nearby and laid Dean down on the ground. I removed my jacket and placed it under his head like a pillow. Dean coughed and returned to consciousness. "Sam?" He choked out before breaking into a coughing fit. "I'm okay Dean, dad wanted me to move you." I assured him. "You don't have to stay here with me, I'll be fine." Dean groaned. "Shh, go to sleep." I laid down next to him and curled up into a little ball. The stars twinkled overhead, lighting the sky. "I'll always be here for you." I whispered as I drifted off to sleep to the steady rhythm of Dean's breathing.