fandomtownies | The Perk, Saturday afternoon

Dean had spent a fairly quiet Christmas with his family, glad as always to be back in Fandom for a visit. There was still a part of him that kind of boggled that the Winchesters were now having fairly normal holiday celebrations, the occasional Fandom weirdness aside, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. (Which had become disturbingly literal the morning before when he was helping to put together Gracie's new rocking horse.)

Anyhow, the day had went amazingly well, but now it was the day after Christmas and Dean felt the need to check up on his little brother, so he dragged Sammy away from the house and to the Perk for some coffee and friendly brotherly probing. (Not dirty, no matter what Castiel's online friends thought!)

He ordered their drinks -- some weirdly named concotion for Sammy that had taken longer to order than it had taken to pour Dean's own black coffee, then took them over to the table where Sammy was already waiting for him.

"So," he began as he sat down, shoving Sammy's drink across the table to him, "anything new I should know about?"

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"Yeah, but I'm not planning on staying in school for the next however many years its going to be with college," Dean countered easily. "Speaking of, have you started that whole decide where to go and let them know you're coming thing yet?"

"All my applications have been sent out, but I won't be hearing back from anyone until February or March," Sam said. "Once I find out if I got accepted anywhere, then I can decide what I want to do."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, like any place is going to turn you down with a brain like yours."

"You never know. There's other people who are as smart as I am out there." Not many, but still enough to make him worry a little. "And I have to make sure I can get scholarships too, besides deciding if I even want to go."

"Dude, you get in, we'll make sure you can go," Dean said easily. It would probably take something bigger than his usual credit card scams and hustling, but he'd do whatever he had to for Sammy.

"Really?" Sam said with a hint of a smile. "I figured you'd still try to talk me out of it."

"I gave that up a couple of years ago," Dean admitted, looking down at his coffee mug. "I don't like seeing you unhappy, Sammy, and if going to college makes you happy, then you should go to college."

That had been when Peter was alive, before Sam had lost a good part of his future, and made himself even more of a freak than he'd been before. But still, the desire to have a normal life was in him. "I think it'll make me happy," Sam said. "Hunting just isn't in my blood like it's in yours."

"I dunno," Dean said, giving Sammy a smile. "You might be surprised."

"If it hasn't happened yet, I doubt it will later," Sam said. "I mean, if you ever need me, I'll help, but I just can't see doing it all the time like you and Alec." Hunting down Sylar was totally different than hunting ghosts, of course.

"As long as you keep from getting rusty, guess I can't complain," Dean said.

"I won't get rusty, I promise," Sam said. "I mean, I can't let Alec be the only one to have your back."

"Better not," Dean said, then gentling his voice asked, "How you doing? Really?"

"I'm okay," Sam said with a shrug. "The holiday's sucked a little more than I expected though."

"Yeah, I get that," Dean said, sympathetically.

"It's gotten a little better though. Thinking about Peter doesn't hurt as much," Sam said. "But Sylar's still out there. Sometimes I think it won't stop hurting until he's gone."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "If you're thinking of tracking him down, I'm coming with."

"I didn't say I was going to track him down," Sam said quickly. There was no way he was letting Sylar anywhere near Dean. "I just mentioned it, you know, in general."

"Yeah, right. Remember who you're talking to, Sammy."

"I just wish he was dead, that's all," Sam said, unable to keep a little sharpness out of his voice. "He deserves it more than anyone else."

"Hey,I'm not saying don't go after him," Dean told him. Mostly because he knew that would be futile. "I'm just saying don't go it alone. You get pissed when Dad does that kind of thing, so don't start emulating him."

"I'm not!" Sam said defensively, although he realized that arguing with Dean wasn't going to get anywhere. "If I decide to go after him, I'll let you know," he lied, hoping Dean would buy it.

Yeah, Dean had a pretty good ear for when Sammy was lying to him. "This isn't up for negotiation, Sam," he said quietly. "You don't convince me you're not going to go haring off after Sylar the moment my back is turned, I'm just not going to turn my back."

"I just don't want you to get hurt," Sam said, a little quieter. "I know you're a big, bad hunter, but Sylar's extremely powerful." Sam paused for a moment. "I'm not helping my argument, am I?"

"Nope. Not to mention, you're stealing my lines," Dean said, giving him the faintest of fond smiles.

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