"Where you headed Dean?" Twelve year old Sam asked, looking up from the homework he was doing lying on one of the beds in the room they share at pastor Jims house.
"Headed to the movies" Dean said, throwing on an over shirt.
"With who? Can I come?"
"Sorry, Jason is picking me up and Sherry is going to be there" Dean make a suggestive move with his eyebrows.
"Oh, maybe next time?"
"We'll see" Dean said turning and grabbing his wallet off the dresser before heading out of the room with a 'See you later' tossed over his shoulder.
Sam saw the look on Dean's face though, the one that said the next time there was going to be another excuse. For a while now Dean had been going off and doing things on his own when they would make stops at Jim's. At first he would do small things with Sam but the more time they were there, the more Dean would go off with his 'friends'. Sam tried to make friends, he really did, but he always just too strange. The weird