Double Trouble

Double Trouble-One

Double Trouble (Sam)

One

I was an idiot.

I can admit that, because when it came to Dean and his insane plans, I was always right there beside him, getting yelled at, losing my phone for a month, having to explain why I skipped class on a test day when I knew how important it was. And it was all because I hoped that maybe one day, one day Dean would finally realize that I was the only person he can truly rely on. That maybe, just maybe, he would see me as something more than a friend.

But so far, it hasn't worked.

Which brings me to this moment right here, crawling through an air vent and trying desperately not to make a sound as I followed right behind Dean, the guy who always managed to put me in the most uncomfortable situations. Especially since I could partially see up his shorts from back here.

"You doing okay?" Dean asked suddenly, turning his head back towards me. I quickly dropped my gaze from his legs and nodded, wiping the sweat off from my forehead.

"This is stupid. We could get expelled, " I grumbled, because surely breaking into the principle's office was no slap on the wrist.

"Only if we get caught," Dean pointed out, coming to an abrupt halt in front of a grate and I rolled my eyes, because we usually did get caught majority of the time. "Alright, we're here. Ask Dave if we're good to go."

I squirmed uncomfortably and reached down in my pant pocket. "Tell me again why you didn't just have Dave come with you?" I grumbled, pressing send on my phone. Though we both knew that I would've came either way.

"No one is stopping you, Sammy," he said, ignoring the face I pulled at him at the nickname. "You could still turn back."

"Yeah right," I grumbled, not meeting his eyes but I saw him smirk, like he knew that I would say that.

"Exactly."

I rolled my eyes just as my phone vibrated and nudged his foot. "We're clear to go."

He very carefully pushed the grate out, placing it on the top of the bookshelf below it before expertly climbing down and landing softly on the balls of his feet. He went over to the door and pulled the screen down, waving for me to come over. I scrambled through the vent, letting out a sigh of relief and coming to a less graceful jump down from the shelf. I hit the floor with a thump and grabbed onto the desk before I could topple over onto the ground.

"Smooth, Sammy, smooth." Dean laughed, breezing passed me and searching through the desk.

"Well, not all of us are used to breaking into places." I snapped, thinking back to the time he snuck into the movie theater just because he didn't want to pay for the ticket.

He scowled, obviously knowing what I was referring to. "Oh, quit being a baby. Mommy isn't going to find out, alright? Now are you going to stand there like an idiot or are you going to help me look for my phone?" He looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"Fine, Whatever." Going over to the drawers and pulling them open I scanned through the cluttered papers, ignoring the questionable magazines that hid on the bottom of the surface.

The bad thing about this plan, besides the small little detail that we could get suspended for doing this was that we weren't even sure if the phone was here or not. Principle Gordon was a pretty nosy man, and he made it clear from the way he got on everybody's asses for things even their parents didn't know. For all we know, he's scrolling through Dean's phone right now and reading every filthy text message he's ever sent. And believe me, every one of them will be filthy.

"I can't find it."

Dean looked over at me and sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "Yeah, I can't find anything either. Reckon he already read through it and is out there hunting my ass down?"

"Probably," I shrugged, feeling slightly relieved and annoyed at the same time. "So basically this was all for nothing and now we have to crawl our way back through the unbearably hot vents, again? And have to somehow explain to Ms. Roberts as to why we had been in the bathroom for about twenty minutes?"

"Hey, don't start bitching at me. You're the one who agreed with this plan."

"You played the best friend card! I had no other choice!"

"Like that makes a difference!"

I snorted incredulously just as my phone vibrated and I shook my head, tearing my gaze away from Dean to read the message.

"Oh, shit! He's coming!"

Dean's eyes widened and he immediately pushed the desk drawers closed, putting everything back to its original position.

"Hey, you coming or what?" Dean whispered as he started climbing the book shelf, knocking a couple of text books down but not paying any mind to it. I snorted. Yeah, I'm sure he won't notice that anyone was in his office. I reached for the books and started placing them back on the shelf, trying to remember where they had been originally.

"Sam, are you suicidal? Get your ass up here!" I blinked and looked up at Dean, his hazel eyes wide with annoyance. "Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to avoid getting your ass beaten?"

"Um...right." I swallowed and placed my foot on the bottom of the shelf about ready to heave myself up when I heard voices from beyond the door.

"Oh, hi there, Mr. Gordon."

"Hey, Stacy, are there any messages for me?"

"Oh, well..."

"Sam, hurry up!" Dean whispered, his hand outstretched towards me. I could feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins, my heart beating a million a minute.

"Sam!" My foot slipped from the shelf and I fell to the ground with a hard thump, a couple of books tumbling down on top of me.

"Shit! Hold on, I'm coming."

"No, it's okay. Hey, stop! Dean, don't be an idiot. If you get caught you'll be expelled." I hissed when he started to climb back down. And even though I was afraid, I knew that Dean couldn't afford to get in trouble, especially if his mother found out.

"But-"

"Hey, I'll be fine. I'm a goody-two-shoes remember?" He stared at me, his eyes flickering to the door and back to me. I sighed. "Go, Dean, I'll see you at lunch." He shook his head and turned around, mumbling something about 'he'll be eaten alive.'

I scowled and shook my head, slowly coming to my feet and glancing around at the scattered books. Just then the door swung open and Principle Gordon stepped into the room. He froze at the sight of me, narrowing his eyes and glancing around the room as if he expected Dean to jump out from behind the desk before glancing back at me.

"Mr. Travis, Stacy didn't tell me that you were here." He said slowly, suspicion clouding his voice. He walked over to his desk and took a seat in the chair, his dark eyes piercing straight into mine.

I smiled nervously and nodded, clenching my hands into fists so he wouldn't notice them shaking.

"Y-yeah? She must have forgotten. I was just here because, um..." My eyes scanned the room quickly before landing on the book on the ground. I rushed over to it and picked it up, quickly scanning over the title and holding it up.

"I just wanted to ask if I could borrow this book. I've always wanted to read..." I grimaced.

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire.

Of course.

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((This story was co-written with b-ieber.))