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Dinner had been a pain in the ass for Sam, lately all meals was really. All he could do was think of Dean and how he was somewhere snogging that annoying idiot senseless, he so didn't deserve him, he did. If there was someone who did deserve Dean it was him, Sam thought as he looked down on his feet as he was sitting in of the big windows in a empty corridor looking out of the window. It was dark outside now and it was raining, it was making him even more depressed and all he wanted was just to search around the castle until he found them and then hit Stewart out of his and Dean's way and get Dean to go with him instead. It never really got to him that Dean might not just go with him because he punched Stewart out of the way, and that he just maybe had to convince Dean also that there was a good reason to go with him instead. No, he was just used to people being all crazy over him and picking him over anything, so why should he not come with him? His stomach was making a grumping noise, he was hungry but he knew he couldn't get a piece down. He had now for days just been sitting picking in his food, no one had said a word about it of course, because who would tell Samuel Harper to start eating his dinner? He sure knew not even his own mother had ever told him that. He put his bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it as he thought about what he should do, he had to fix this. He wanted Dean back, he had to get Dean back, he had never spent this many days in school without his bony ass hanging after him, and his voice just beside him, telling him not to do stuff that was way too crazy and risky, but Sam had not listen many times. But Dean was one of the few that got Sam to at least look up and feel doubt about his crazy actions, no one ever got him to do that, no one but him. He really wasn't sure what he was missing though, was it the sex.. or was it the talking at night when he couldn't sleep and he woke Dean up to talk about absolutely nothing. He really wasn't sure..

As he with a sigh got too tired of sitting there thinking, and not doing a thing, because that was what he hated the most, getting so still that you started to think of things so depressing you felt unhappy for days, that was how it had been ever since his father had died, and a little bit before that too, but now it was even worse. He just hated the lack of control when you got like that, it was like you couldn't get yourself happy once you started to feel down and worried, and he was so not letting himself get down, if he wasn't already down there that was.. Maybe he was, it almost felt like it anyway, but who knew, he thought with a look down as he started to walk down the corridor. Suddenly as he was getting around the corner he was something that got him to at first get all still and cold, and then he in the last time reacted again and pulled back so he could just peek around the corner. It was Dean and that fucking idiot Ackerley, kissing? He could just not walk in on them doing.. doing that! Sam had done so much worse, things that would get most people to blush, but right now he got a bit disgusted and then he felt the jealousy and anger getting bigger in his body, he so wanted to get that guy who had taken his best friend from him and made him this unhappy and miserable. He stood there for a while, just watching quietly, torturing himself with the look and sound of those two. Then when Dean finally left, he was on his way of going after him, and telling him what he thought about this for real this time, and maybe even try to get him back, yes maybe. But then he felt his jealously bubble up inside of him more and more, until he just wanted to show that cocky guy what he was made of and what happened to them who tried to take what was his, and no one else's.