drabble-ish thing #1

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For featherjean - Supernatural, Dean, "maze". Longer than I intended. Huh. Potential warning for offensive language.



At age 14, Dean Winchester figured he knew just about everything, except how to get out of this stupid haunted Halloween maze. Which was just dumb - he hadn't wanted to come here anyway, because who wanted to see some dude jump out from behind a frigging corn stalk stained with red food dye when you knew exactly what a real live ghost actually looked like? But, the guys from school wanted to come, and Dean was tired of having no one to hang out with except his boring little brother. So, a night in the cornfield, joy. The guys had promised him beer at the end of the night ... but, to collect on that, he actually had to find them.

Stupid frigging maze.

After five more minutes of dead ends and corn crunching under his feet (along with a pretty hot chick wrapped in Ace bandages, unfortunately old enough to look at him like he was some sort of toddler), Dean considered blazing his own trail out into the cornfield. There had to be a road or a clearing or something somewhere out there, right? It wasn't like those corn fields went on and on forever when Dad drove past them, like some big green and yellow and brown sea ... shit. How the hell was he supposed to get out of there?

"Dean!"

He whirled around to hear Sam's voice. "Sammy! Dammit, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Followed you guys on my bike. I heard you guys talking about coming over here."

"I told you to stay home!"

"Didn't feel like it." When Dean lunged for Sam, the younger boy skittered away to the other end of the godforsaken row of corn they were currently trapped in. "So, you wanna get out of this maze, or what?"

Dean glared at his little brother. Of course Sam could get out. The little freak had the most random knowledge. "I can get myself out."

Sam shrugged. "Okay."

Suddenly, dark hair disappeared into the night, and Dean was alone again. It only took him a moment to decide. "SAM!!!"

Dark hair reappeared around the corner. "Come on. I know a shortcut."

Several minutes later, Dean found himself squeezing through a small hole cut into the side of the maze. "This doesn't look like the way out, Sam."

"It's a secret entrance. The people playing zombies were using it to get in and out. I saw them when I was on my bike."

"So, you don't know how to actually get out. You cheated!"

Sam shrugged. "It's not cheating to use what you know to make something easier. My math teacher told me so."

"Your teachers are nicer than mine." Dean stood up and brushed hay off of his jeans. "Look, Sammy ... thanks for the help, but my friends ..."

"Are waiting at the end for you. They're going to beat you up. They think you're a faggot, or at least the big dumb-looking one said so."

Something jabbed at Dean's gut. So much for this town, then. "That narrows it down, they're all big and dumb-looking."

Sam snickered. "Then why do you want to be friends with them?"

Scowling, Dean was forced to spread his hands wide. "I dunno ..."

"Me either. Are you going to go get beat up?"

"You don't think I could kick their asses?"

Another snicker. "Two or three of them, maybe. Not five."

Dean mentally calculated the odds. Unfortunately, the little rat was right. "Well, shit. What the hell am I going to do at school tomorrow?"

"Cut school. Dad said he'd find the right coffin by the end of the week, possibly by Thursday, if he could do at least ten graves a night. We'll be gone before you can get in trouble."

"I have to walk you to school in the morning."

"So?" Sam shrugged. "I won't tell."

Dean thought for a moment, then reached over to ruffle Sam's hair. "Cool. I get to ride your bike home. You ride on the handlebars."

"No way! I only get to have it for another two or three days. I want to ride it!"

"Tough titties. I'm too big for the handlebars, moron."

"Maybe you should walk home, then!"

Sam started running towards the large spotlight that illuminated the bike rack, and Dean took off after him. Around them, corn swayed in the October breeze, making swiffing noises that sounded like voices. Dean would be happy to leave it all behind. Maybe next time, Dad would find something to do in a real city.