24 April 2012 @ 4:55pm

After School Session - Bonus Chapter.

Title: After School Special
Rating: PG (This chapter)
Word Count: 709
Spoilers: None, AU
Warnings: Shameless pop culture references and animosity towards Ben Affleck and Matt Damon?
Chapter Summary: Sam and Dean take a brief moment in the Impala to discuss life, the universe, and everything. Or at least what’s going on in their lives and the near future.
Note: I’m sorry guys, but this is probably the last installment you’ll see of After School Special, at least for a while. This one has been sitting there, not going anywhere since about November. If I had it my way, After School Session would be regularly updated, and by this point, complete, as would our other projects that have been in the works. Regrettably, we have ceased production as a group. Due to personal obstacles, other RPs, and a withering interest from some parties, this blog will not post new, original works until further notice. (ie, new role players, or the projects getting taken on by a single member.

“Everything’s kinda screwy right now, isn’t it?” Dean blurted when the Impala was stopped at a red light. He glanced over at Sam. “Well, maybe not for you, since you’re the Boy Wonder, but I don’t even know what’s gonna happen tomorrow. Two or three weeks ago, if somebody had said I was gonna be dating Meg and livin’ in her house, I would’ve probably stabbed ‘em.”

Sam gave Dean a half-smile. “Yeah, I know. Honestly, I would probably have been one of the last people to expect you and Meg to get together. But… you know, you’re happy. Happier than you have been in a while. And it’s nice to not be stuck stayin’ in a motel room,” he chuckled.

“I’m thinkin’ that after I graduate, ‘cause now I want to, I’m gonna try to get a good job so I can save up more for you to go to college.”

“Dean…” Sam stared up at his brother, wide-eyed. “You don’t have to do that, man…”

“Yeah, I kinda do.” Dean insisted. “Not like I’m gonna get into college. You’re the one that’s always wanted to go. So you’re going.”

Sam leaned over and gave Dean a quick hug before the light turned green. “Thank you, Dean. Really. I mean it.”

“Don’t turn this into a Lifetime movie, dude.” Dean took his foot off the brake and started driving again. “I just don’t want you to end up like that Good Will Hunting kid.”

“Oh, I dunno, wouldn’t be so bad to end up like Matt Damon,” Sam smirked. “Just so long as I don’t have to hang around Ben Affleck…”

“Why not? He’s married to Jennifer Garner. She’s hot.”

“He wasn’t when they filmed Good Will Hunting,” Sam shrugged.

“Okay, smartass.” Dean laughed. “Matt Damon’s a douche, anyway.”

“Yeah, but a famous one.”

“Doesn’t matter. Being famous doesn’t mean someone gets to act like a dick.”

Sam paused for a moment. “How did this conversation get from my going to college to famous dicks?”

“We weren’t talking about famous dicks, we were talking dicks who are famous. If we were talking about famous dicks… uh, Ron Jeremy.” Dean laughed. “Where do you want to go to college, anyway?”

Sam shrugged (for he is a shruggy young man). “I’ve always had my heart set on Stanford. I mean… why do you think I work so hard at school? Yeah, I enjoy it, but it’s also on the off chance that I can get in to my dream school…” He pursed his lips. “Tommy Lee.”

Dean blinked. “Tommy Lee, really? You’re kind of awesome.”

“Well, as far as famous dicks go, his is pretty big.” Sam thought over what he said. “… I probably could have phrased that better…”

“Maybe, but then I wouldn’t have a reason to make fun of you.” Dean smirked. “Stanford, though?”


Nodding, Sam smiled wistfully. “Yeah. It’s what I’ve wanted pretty much since I could even say Stanford.”

“And it’s kind of far from here.”

“Are you telling me that you want to stay in this podunk little town your whole life? I mean, c’mon Dean! If there’s a chance to get out of here, why not take it? Get out, see what the rest of the world has to offer!”

“Yeah? That’s what you want, Sam. I wouldn’t even have a chance.”


“That’s bullshit, Dean,” Sam countered. “We both know that you could get out if you tried. You’re just too afraid.”

Dean scoffed. “I’m not afraid.”

“Then try. What the hell’s keeping you here? It’s not like Meg wouldn’t go with you if you asked.”

“I’m also not afraid of shutting you up by knocking you unconscious.” Dean continued, ignoring Sam’s question. “I need to figure out who else is gonna hire me. Maybe Mosely needs a new janitor.” Dean snorted. “Good Will Hunting.”

Sam snorted. “Dude, you need to stop referencing Van Sant movies.”

“I haven’t even gotten into saying anything about My Own Private Idaho, yet.”


“And as much as I’d love to see how you could compare our lives to Finding Forrester, I’m starving. You up for some dinner?”

“Yeah, as long as there’s pie after.”

Sam rolled his eyes in amusement at his brother. “You’ll get your damn pie.”

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