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| Chapter 2; Dean's pep talk? | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 28 2011, 02:58 PM (90 Views) | |
| Crissi Marie | Mar 28 2011, 02:58 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 2 Dean stood still for a couple of seconds as he stared at the closed door before he thought the hell with it as he dropped the M&M bag on the table on his way by. He started to knock on the door when he heard Sammy's soft crying, "Awh, Sammy…" Dean said softly as he silently tried the knob, surprised to find it unlocked. He opened the door and looked for his little brother. He found him wedged in the corner between the sink and the tub. He knelt down and grasped Sammy's elbow and pulled sliding Sammy along the edge of the tub to him. He finally pulled his little brother into a hug as he settled against the tub with Sammy in the crook of his arm snug against his side. "Now, you want to tell me the truth? What really happened?" Sammy cried harder as he thought, Dean didn't think he was able to even train… he did think he was too fat. "Hey…" Dean gave him a little shake as he questioned his little brother, "I expected to have to break a door and you didn't even lock it." "Dad said he'd beat your ass if you broke another door over me…" Sammy bit his lip and a sniffle escaped before he corrected himself. "over my being a girl…" Dean sighed as he asked, "So, you heard that did you?" "Dean… the whole motel heard dad…" Sammy rolled his eyes then went on to say, "He'd just come back from the bar where he'd lost all that money. He was pissed off already. I was just another…" Sammy was looking at the wall as he talked. "You are not a burden, Sammy." Dean interrupted, "Dad didn't even remember calling us that the next morning. I asked him. It was the anniversary of the fire. He never takes that well… you know that. The longer not finding the thing that kill…" Dean shook his head as he stopped himself before he changed the direction of where he'd almost headed concerning their mom. "It just wears on him that's all… it's not us. I promise." Dean said as he rubbed Sammy's arm while he talked. "Dean, dad didn't call 'us' a burden he called 'me' a burden. I'm not like you…" Sammy started only to have Dean turn on him. "You are my gift from mom. Mom gave you to me. She gave me the job of being your big brother so don't ever let me hear you say that again." Dean snapped angry, unable to think of why he was so mad. It wasn't like he hadn't had this conversation with Sammy before. He wasn't sure what was going on now but for some reason Sammy was feeling like he was a burden again and it had happened after the arcade and before Dean had found him. But he was missing a key element that was the exact what that made him feel that way this time. Sammy smiled and moved to stand thinking to himself, pretend nothing is wrong as he asked aloud, "Want to run a mile with me?" "What? You're kidding right? It's dark." Dean looked at Sammy stunned enough that he loosened his grip on him. Sammy scrambled to his feet and as he turned he backed up against the opposite wall to stare down at Dean. "Okay… Sammy. You're kinda freaking me out. What is going on in that freaky head of yours?" Dean asked bluntly as he then made a move to stand as well. Sammy plastered a bigger smile on his face and shook his head as he told Dean, "Nothing. Just lets… um, spar or something before bed or something… maybe a pushup contest?" He knew he was trying too hard to appear normal and he thought maybe he'd just repeated himself. "No way, little man. You have one hell of a bruise on your head and a matching one on your chin. I think you can take a night off. Besides you usually beg out so you can study or read or some shit. Documentary anyone?" Dean joked as he stood while he watched Sammy closely. He noted the hurt look on Sammy's face at his words. Sammy jutted his chin out which meant trouble. Dean knew that look, he groaned as he prepared to take the fallout of that stupid choice of words. "Maybe I'm done being a kid, maybe it's time I grew up." Sammy said as his voice trembled slightly and he stormed out the door slamming it closed behind him. Dean said in his, I'm being a smartass-find it funny please cause I really don't want to eat crow and do something sappy to make you happy tone, "That was really grown up Sammy-boy, slamming the door in my face." He expected to see his little brother thrown across their bed pouting. So when Dean got out into the room he was surprised to find Sammy between the beds doing military pushups. Dean came over to the end of their bed and stood silently watching Sammy for a minute and when he counted ten he put his hand on Sammy's shoulder, "Stop, Sammy. Let's eat, you missed dinner you must be starved." Right on cue Sam's stomach growled. Dean smiled as he told Sam, "See your stomach agrees." "Dean, I'm not hungry." Sammy told his brother looking up at him even though Dean had it right, he was hungry. "Well, let's put it this way. I haven't eaten. I'm starved. But, I'm not eating a damn thing until you do." Dean stated as he stood and crossed his arms. Sammy knew Dean was in always hungry mode and if he missed dinner for him he couldn't let him not eat. That would selfish and he'd already done that tonight when he'd made Dean worry and hunt him down in the woods. So he stood plastered on a smile and asked, "What are we having?" Dean walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bucket of chicken. Securing it in the crook of his arm he pulled two plates out of the cabinet of the small kitchenette and marched over to the table. Plopping the bucket down he sat a plate down in front of the spot next to him and one in front of himself as he commented, "We really didn't need plates but I thought being Sammy you'd like some elegance with your dinner." he finished his sentence with a smirk. Walking back he grabbed two glasses as he asked, "Milk, water or soda?" Sammy bit his lip, water had no calories…he could drink all that he wanted, he smiled as he told Dean, "Water." Dean frowned as he told him, "You need milk for the calcium and vitamins. Milk it is." Sammy stomped his foot as he snapped, "Why'd you ask me what I wanted, if you were just going to give me milk anyway? Jerk." Sammy plopped down in the chair. Didn't Dean understand? He had to be like Dean to stay. Dad said he was going to leave him at Bobby's for the next job. But he knew his dad. It would start with the one job, then one more, then the one after that and then pretty soon Bobby would have to enroll him in school to stay out of trouble. Then dad would think it would be a great idea for him to spend the year with Bobby. For school. Then they would forget about him. The visits would get farther apart then eventually stop all together. It had almost happened before. But this time he was certain his dad would follow through and leave him completely. If he did it gradually enough maybe Dean wouldn't notice this time. The last time it had happened Dean hadn't been interested in girls so he noticed and missed Sammy more. Dean didn't allow it and Sammy knew that was really why he was even here now. It was because Dean wanted him around. He lunged at Dean startling him, "I'm sorry Dean. You're the best brother. I love you. Don't stop being my brother, okay?" Sammy pleaded puppy dog eyes in full glory. Dean carefully set the glasses down over Sammy's shoulders on the table before returning the hug, "Stop being your brother?" He laughed as he told him, "You're stuck with me you little bitch." Sammy beamed up at him then stepped away to sit at the table. Noticing his glass of water he glanced over his shoulder to beam a full dimpled smile at Dean, "Thanks, D." Dean nodded as he smiled back but his mind was swirling at Sammy's mini-melt down over drinks. What the hell was going on with his little brother? He was definitely acting weird. Dean sat down and took out a leg out of the bucket quickly followed by a thigh. He sat a moment then grabbed another piece not even looking to see what he got. At the expression of wonder on Sammy's face Dean shrugged, "What? I'm hungry, dude." Sammy shook his head as he reached and pulled the skin of his piece of breast meat. He picked at the meat, spreading it all over the plate to look like he was eating it. He'd heard the cheerleaders at their last school talking about different ways to loose weight. At the time he'd just been curious why they were worried about it in the first place. They were all beautiful. They all said he was adorable and naive. That they got skinny by dieting. One ate nothing at all, except lettuce. He didn't think that type of diet would slide past Dean unnoticed. Another ate everything she wanted then went to the bathroom and threw up as soon as she got the chance. That was just gross but he remembered back to one time last summer when he'd been sick with the flu. He'd thrown up everything Dean gave him, even water. He'd lost six and a half pounds. Dean had been beside himself with worry. He grinned as he decided that was the way to go. Dean would never suspect. Because Dean would see him eating and he would be happy. Sammy would feel full because he would eat; cause to tell the truth he enjoyed eating. But he could throw it up first chance and boom… no calories. The best of both worlds. Sammy grinned as he stuffed a large piece of meat in his mouth and chewed happily. Dean blinked in confusion at his brothers quick change then smiled, kids... who could figure them out? TBC |
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