Haze

At fifteen Sam was all kinds of awkward, his once chubby body had stretched out over his bones and he had turned into a six-foot tall walking beanpole. Not to mention he was hormonal and full of teenaged angst. With raging hormones and puberty hitting him like a tanker truck life would be difficult enough for Sam without the constant moving. This month John had left Sam and Dean in a medium sized town in Arkansas. Dean, at nineteen was working as a mechanic at a local garage while Sam attended the high school in the district.

The time was ticking by slowly today, Sam had been at this school for three weeks and except for a guy named Mark who he shared a couple classes with nobody really talked to him, not that he really made an effort to make friends, it was just harder when it came time for them to leave again, but at the same time it got lonely. When the bell rang Sam sprang from his seat and into the hall keeping his eyes on the ground, he just wanted to get out of the school and go home today. He was reading the same book in English class he had read at two other schools, how often could a kid write the same essay for To Kill A Mockingbird before his brain turned to goo. Sam was so focused on walking he walked right into a girl walking the other direction. The books she was carrying fell onto the floor and papers went all over.

"I'm so sorry!" Sam exclaimed as he bent down to help the girl. She had blonde hair, and green eyes, and was absolutely gorgeous. She looked at Sam and smiled and he felt a flutter in his stomach.

"It's no big deal, you looked a little sucked into your thoughts, happens to me all the time." They stood up and Sam handed her stuff back to her.

"Yeah… I was just trying to plan out my English assignment." He bit his tongue, way to sound like a nerd. She just laughed.

"You're Sam right?" She asked.

"Uh… yeah, I'm sorry but I don't think I know your name, I'm still kinda new here."

"It's fine, I am sure you have better things to do then memorize all of our names. I'm Quinn, I am in your biology class."

"Nice to meet you Quinn."

"Look, I got to go meet my friends, but ummm, why don't you meet me after biology tomorrow we can go grab lunch together, I'll introduce you to my friends."

"Yeah sure, sounds great, I can't wait." Sam smiled as he walked towards the door and thought about the Quinn all the way home. Sam had had crushes on girls before, he had kissed a few in other towns, but this felt different, this fluttering in his stomach made him feel warm inside. By the time Sam got back to the apartment, he was starting to get hard, and since Dean wasn't home yet, he decided to go take care of his little problem during a hot shower. He couldn't wait until tomorrow, he would get to have lunch with Quinn and maybe he would finally make some friends in this town.

Dean walked into the apartment at 4:30, with pizza in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other and kicked the door closed with his foot.

"Sammy?" He called. "Come eat."

"I'll be out in a minute!" Sam called. The shower was running so Dean put the pizza on the table and grabbed some paper plates out of the cupboard, like hell he was gonna do dishes when he wasn't cooking. Ten minutes later, Sam still wasn't out of the bathroom so Dean knocked hard on the door.

"Sam, stop jacking off, and get out here!"

"Shut up Dean!" The water shut off and Dean smirked. If he couldn't stop his little brother from growing up he sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy on him. He was going to embarrass the hell out of him every step of the way. Sam came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and made it back to the bedroom he shared with Dean so he could get changed. He came back and gave Dean his typical bitch face before sitting down and grabbing some pizza from the box and eating it greedily.

"How long does it take for you to charm the python Sammy?" Sam turned bright red.

"Shut up Dean."

"Awwww c'mon Sammy don't be such a prude."

"Fuck off Dean! Don't you think this is an inappropriate conversation for dinner time?"

"Fine I am done, for now at least. Beer?" Dean handed the beer over to his little brother. John didn't really care if they had a few drinks as long as it didn't interfere with hunts. If Sam and Dean were old enough to hunt a werewolf, they were old enough to have a few beers with dinner.

"Thanks." Sam mumbled.

"How's school going?"

"Fine." Dean was getting frustrated with Sam's one word answers, he missed the little kid who would spill everything to him, now all he did was fight with his father and ignore his older brother.

"Care to elaborate?" Sam shrugged as he took a fourth slice of pizza.

"Kinda boring, learning the same crap that I did at the last school, but I have made some friends and stuff." Dean quirked his eyebrow.

"And stuff?"

"Yeah you know…" Dean smiled widely.

"Awww Sammy's got himself a girlfriend."

"She isn't my girlfriend..."

"But you want her to be. Who is she, what's her name?"

"Quinn, she is in my biology class. She's got blonde hair and green eyes, I am gonna have lunch with her tomorrow, and she is gonna introduce me to some of her friends.

"Well good for you Sammy, at least now I know who you were thinking about in the shower today."

"Deaaaannn!" Sam whined.

"Alright, alright I'll leave it alone. You got homework?"

"Yeah got a write an essay on To Kill A Mockingbird."

"Again? Isn't that like the fourth time."

"Tell me about it, I need to start keeping them, it would save me some time and energy rewriting the same thing every time."

"Like you would ever do that, isn't that considered cheating in Sam's Geek Guide?" Sam flipped his brother off and walked over to the living room sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table. The essay wasn't due for another week but Sam figured he had read the book enough times he could get it done by Saturday and then he wouldn't have to worry about it for the rest of the week. He wrote half of his rough copy and figured that was enough for tonight then sat down beside Dean to watch TV. Dean had put on Lethal Weapon, and Sam watched it silently until he began to drift off. He was woken up when Dean hit him in the face with a pillow.

"You're such a dick Dean…"

"That's my job, go to sleep Sammy, I gotta go into the garage early tomorrow so do you want a ride to school?" Sam rubbed at his eyes.

"Yeah sure sounds good, night Dean." Sam crawled into his bed, and went to sleep, dreaming about Quinn, and how perfect she was. By the time Dean came in to go to sleep, Sam was sleeping with a wide smile on his face and was making some serious happy noises, Dean smirked and shook his head this girl obviously had his brother wrapped around his finger.

Sam woke to the sound of his alarm going off and jumped out of bed. He usually wasn't a morning person, but the thought of spending lunchtime with Quinn made his heart ache. He quickly dressed and walked out to the kitchen where Dean was sitting sipping coffee and reading the paper.

"Morning Dean." Sam said pouring a cup of coffee for himself, and grabbing an apple from the fridge.

"Morning. Dad called this morning." Sam's stomach dropped, they couldn't be leaving yet, not when he was just starting to make friends.

"What did he say?"

"He is coming back tonight, so he can recuperate from the last hunt, and then there are a few more hunts in surrounding towns, so sounds like we may be sticking around here for awhile." Dean smiled knowingly at Sam, he knew his brother hated moving.

"Really? How long?"

"3 months at least."

"Okay, cool!" Sam chugged the cup of coffee in front of him and put the cup in the sink, Dean frowned.

"Do you even taste that?"

"I don't want to taste it, I want the caffeine." Dean snorted and his little brother.

"Yeah… I wouldn't want to taste the cream and sugar filled girly drink you call coffee either." Sam flipped his brother the finger. "You ready to go?" Sam grabbed his homework off the coffee table and stuffed it into his backpack that he slung over his shoulder. The two brothers walked out to the Impala and made there way to the school. When they pulled up Quinn was sitting on the school steps, and she waved at Sam who waved back.

"That the girl?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, Quinn."

"Good for you Sammy, she's hot. Have a good time today. No sex in the girls bathroom."

"Jesus Dean, who in their right mind would ever even think about doing that?" Dean smirked.

"Oh Sammy, when a girl asks, you never say no to getting in her pants, and when Hannah Maloney asks you to do it in a bathroom stall with her you don't say no."

"Ughhh… you are nauseating." Sam said getting out of the car. He started walking towards Quinn, when he heard the horn honking behind him.

"Make good choices!" Dean yelled. Sam groaned and ignored his brother's antics. Quinn was smirking and attempting to hold in her laughter.

"Older brother?" Mya asked.

"We don't know that, he could be adopted." Sam said.

"Are you guys close?" Sam didn't really know how to answer that. They were close, closer then most siblings, but that was because Dean practically raised him, how do you tell someone that?"

"Well yeah… we are. My mom died when I was little and my Dad works a lot, so most of the time it was just Dean and I. He has always been kind of responsible for me."

"I'm sorry about your Mom… but I am glad you guys have each other."

"Thanks, and yeah me too… most of the time when he isn't trying to embarrass the hell out of me." Quinn laughed.

"I think that is kind of in the job description." The bell rang and Sam and Quinn picked up there stuff. "Well, I gotta go, Mrs. Dobson gives us detention if we are late, I'll see you in biology. We still on for lunch today?"

"Of course, I can't wait."

"Okay, great. See you later." Quinn leaned forward and gave Sam a quick peck on the cheek and walked away. Sam stood there gawking at her retreating figure for a minute before coming back to reality and heading to class. First and second period went by slowly, and by the time biology was over, he had felt like he had been at school for a week. He was cleaning up his stuff that was sprawled all over the desk, when Quinn came over to stand by him.

"Hey Quinn, you ready for lunch?"

"Definitely, I just want to drop my books off at my locker, you need to go to yours?"

"Errr yeah, but mine is right around the corner."

"Okay, we will go to yours first." They made their way to Sam's locker and then to Quinn's and then Sam got confused when they started heading the opposite direction of the cafeteria.

"Uhhh… isn't the cafeteria that way?" Sam asked.

"Yep, but we don't eat in the cafeteria, on nice days we eat outside, there are some picnic tables out back." Sam nodded, and they made their way out the back doors and towards four other kids who were already sitting at the picnic table.

"Hey Quinn, you got a stray following you!" A brunette yelled. She had purple streaks in her hair, and a hoop through her nose. She was wearing an old faded Guns N Roses shirt that Sam couldn't help but think was something like his brother would wear.

"I am quite aware, I asked him to come have lunch with us." The brunette hopped of the bench and came over to Sam.

"Hi, I'm Ren." She held out her hand and Sam shook it awkwardly.

"I'm Sam."

"Nice to meet you Sam. That's Bryan." She pointed to a boy in a lettermen jacket behind her who waved at him then looked back down at his lunch. "And over there the two who insist on making out on the table where we eat, is Patrick and Blair." She threw a pinecone at the two and their lips separated, and Blair sat in Patrick's lap instead.

"Nice to meet you Sam, here have a seat." Patrick said. Sam sat down at the table and Quinn sat down to his left.

"So, I haven't seen you around before, you new here?" Blair asked.

"Uhhh… yeah, I just moved here three weeks ago."

"Where from?" Ren asked.

"We move around a lot, but originally I am from Kansas."

"Hey Bryan, aren't you from Kansas?" Patrick asked nudging his friend with his elbow.

"Yeah, I moved here five years ago from Kansas City. Where are you from?"

"I was born in Lawrence, but I haven't lived there since I was a baby." Bryan nodded, and went back to eating, he obviously wasn't the most talkative of the group. The conversation went like that for a while, talking about where Sam was from, and what he was interested in, and what his favourite subjects were in school. Basic conversations that you have with people to get to know them but that no one actually cares about.

"Well fifteen minutes left until class starts, that is my cue for a smoke break." Ren pulled a lighter and a pack of cigarettes out of her backpack and inhaled the smoke as she lit the cigarette in her hands. Slowly everyone pulled their packs out of their bags and lit up themselves. Sam sat there awkwardly in a cloud of cigarette smoke.

"Hey Sam, you smoke?" Patrick asked, Sam shifted uncomfortably as all eyes were suddenly on him.

"No, I don't."

"Have you ever tried it?" Sam shook his head. Patrick held his pack out to Sam.

"You want one?" Sam sat there looking at the pack then at his new friends sitting around him. He liked this group of people, he felt like he finally had friends. So as teenagers tend to do, he caved, allowing the group dynamic to push him into doing something he wasn't really sue he wanted to do. He grabbed a cigarette out of the pack, lit it and inhaled. His eyes started to water as he choked on the smoked that made him feel like his lungs had been completely emptied of oxygen. He hacked violently and looked at the cigarette in his hand.

"God, that is awful, how do you guys deal with this?" Sam asked. Quinn giggled beside him and inhaled the smoke from her own cigarette.

"First one is always the worst. Take a few more, it gets better." She was leaning against his shoulder so he did as she said and took a few more drags. Each one hurt a little less, and he felt a slight fog in his brain.

"Is it supposed to make me feel… a little weird?"

"Yeah, it kinda gives you a little bit of a buzz, feels good doesn't it?" Blair asked. Did it feel good? Sam had a pretty girl under his arm, and was surrounded by people who wanted to be his friends. Now that he was done his first cigarette he liked the feeling it gave him, and it was a feeling he could get used to.

"Yeah, it does feel good." Sam answered, and he meant so much more then just the cigarette smoke. The final lunch bell rang and the group of teens groaned as they got up from the table.

"Two more periods to survive, then we can get the hell out of here." Ren said. "We will see on Monday Sam?"

"Yeah, if that's okay with all of you." The people around him smiled, and Patrick came and patted him on the back.

"Hell yeah it's okay with us, it'll be nice to get a little more testosterone in this group." The six teenagers walked back into the school and the other four broke away from Quinn and Sam to go to their classes. Quinn walked with Sam to his locker and he looked at her curiously.

"Aren't you gonna be late for class?"

"Nope, this is my free period I usually go home this period because I live down the street, then I come back for last period."

"Oh okay, then why haven't you gone home yet?" Quinn leaned into Sam's chest and looked up at him.

"Because, I wanted to give you this." She stood up on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on Sam's lips. She tasted like cherry chapstick and cigarette smoke, and it somehow made Sam like the taste of cigarettes even more. Sam kissed back gently, and then after a few seconds Quinn pulled back from the kiss and smiled. "I'll see you on Monday Sam." Quinn said. Then she smiled that wide grin that made Sam melt and walked the other way. Yep this had definitely turned out to be a pretty amazing day.

When Sam walked out of the school he made his way towards the Impala that was pulled up to the curb, Dean always got off work early on Fridays, so he always picked Sam up. Sam opened the door and slid in.

"Hey Sammy, how was school?" Dean asked as the engine rumbled to life.

"It was good."

"So lunch was good with that Quinn girl?"

"Yeah she's cool, her friends are pretty awesome too, they invited me to hang out with them from now on." Dean nodded.

"Glad you are making friends." Dean suddenly leaned towards Sam and sniffed his hair.

"Uhhh… what are you doing?"

"Dude, you stink like smoke." Sam's eyes widened, why didn't he think of that? Nobody in his family smoked, of course someone was going to notice.

"Yeah, we ate outside today since it was nice out, I'm in high school Dean, people smoke." Dean eyed him for a moment then seemed to deflate.

"Yeah I guess you're right, but if I ever catch you smoking I will kick your ass." Sam just nodded, but he already new he was going to smoke again; he liked the way it made him feel.

"Dad home yet?"

"Yep, he got home about an hour ago, he seems to be in an overly good mood."

"Hunt must have gone well."

"Yeah I guess so, he is making dinner for us." Sam stared questioningly at his brother.

"Did you just say Dad is making dinner?" Dean snorted.

"Yeah, spaghetti should be… interesting." John Winchester was good at many things, cooking had never been one of them. Sam and Dean pulled into the driveway and walked into the house where their Dad was sitting at the table in the kitchen. He looked up when his sons walked in.

"Boys."

"Hello sir." Dean said.

"Hey Dad." Sam said, and practically skipped into the bedroom, John watched him go and then quirked an eyebrow at his oldest.

"What's with the shit eaten grin on his face?" Dean snorted and sat down across from his father.

"Oh nothing, our little Sammy is growing up."

"What?"

"Sammy's got a crush on a girl, seems like she likes him too." John exhaled.

"Oh thank God, I thought you were gonna tell me he slept with someone." Dean laughed.

"C'mon Dad, it's Sam, he is gonna be a virgin for the rest of his life, waiting for the perfect girl and a romantic night and sappy shit like that."

"Yeah well, what he doesn't do you sure made up for when you were in high school."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam made his way back into the room and sat down at the table with the two older Winchesters.

"Oh c'mon Dean, by the time you were fifteen you were practically keeping the condom corporations in business." Dean began to blush, he wasn't really shy about his sexual exploits, but it was different coming from his father.

"Dad stop, virgin ears." He said pointing to Sam.

"Shut up Dean." Sam said batting his hand away. The conversation was over for now, and dinner went pretty well. With Dean's help John managed to make dinner without burning down the kitchen. It was nice, the three of them sitting down for a meal with no fighting or talking about hunting, and after dinner and a little TV Sam retreated to his bedroom to finish the rough copy of his essay, he really wanted to get it done. He was almost done when Dean walked into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed.

"Dude, it's Friday night, isn't there a law against doing homework or something?"

"In your world, it is against the law to do homework on any day." Dean laughed.

"Yeah I guess that's true, seriously though, shut that for tonight, tell me about this girl." Sam sighed and closed the book, sometime it got hard to talk to Dean, but he knew that was because he was awkward not because Dean was hard to talk to. Anything he said, Dean would take to his grave, he would never tell anyone else, not even their Dad.

"She's cool, she is girly, but she has an edge to her, so it isn't like she is delicate, and I like her friends, they seem like fun people."

"She's hot, she likes you, you like her, and you are best friend approved, you are totally in Sam! Jump on that." Sam blushed thinking about the kiss. Dean grinned like a cat, he already knew. "Sammy, did you already make a move?"

"Yeah, well technically she did. She kissed me at my locker today."

"A girl who takes control, sometimes that the best way. Did you kiss her back or did you do that awkward doe eyed thing that makes you look like a six year old?" Sam threw a balled up piece of paper at his brother's head.

"I kissed her back."

"Sammy, you sly dog." Sam smiled and hid under his hair. Dean suddenly got serious and leaned forward.

"Look Sam, umm… I know you really like this girl, and I mean you are fifteen so I know the things going through your head, and you know your hormones are raging and stuff…" Sam's eyes went wide and he stared hard at his brother.

"Oh my God, please tell me you are not trying to give me the sex talk right now…" Sam said in disgust.

"Well…"

"Dean, stop please stop, I know okay. Just do not do this. " Dean smiled, but Sam could tell he was just as uncomfortable having this conversation as Sam was. John must have talked him into doing this so he wouldn't have to do his fatherly responsibility and do it himself. Thank God for that, because having this discussion with Dean was embarrassing, but having this conversation with his Dad would have been the death of him.

"Okay, we won't but you know if you have any questions, you can always ask me right?"

"I know Dean." Dean nodded and slid his duffel out from under his bed, and took out a box of condoms.

"Just take some of these, and put them in your bag, I promise I won't bring it up again unless you ask. Just remember if things get heated to use them, and then I will stay out of it. Okay?" Sam nodded and took the condoms out of Dean's hand and slipped them into the front pocket of his bag. "I'm gonna go watch some TV with Dad, you coming?"

"Nope, gonna finish my homework then go to sleep, I am kinda tired."

"Alright Sammy, goodnight." Dean closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a second. He felt like he had done his big brother duty, preparing Sam for what was probably going to happen sometime soon. And even though Dean knew he did the right thing, he secretly wished that Sam would just stay a kid forever.