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Chapter 3; Dad's crankage and then a fight with Dean...
Topic Started: Apr 3 2011, 02:21 AM (91 Views)
Crissi Marie
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Chapter 3

Sammy finished his meal completely with bursting enthusiasm and even got both of them milk to finish off the dinner with.

After dinner when Dean suggested watching a monster movie marathon while he was throwing M & M's at Sammy; he agreed to if Dean promised not to throw anymore candy. What Sammy didn't say is that he wanted to eat that candy so it was imperative to get Dean to stop.

He wondered if maybe he could just not eat tomorrow or maybe throw up every other day. Would that work? He was sure that the food would not taste the same way coming up as it did going down. Maybe his plan wasn't the greatest after all. He wished he could talk to Dean about it, but Dean would shit bricks. He wouldn't let him explain why before Dean blew a gasket so better to say nothing. He'd figure it out on his own.

So he sat down to watch the first movie with Dean. They must have dozed off as they watched them because Sammy woke up to the white snow of the TV and the noise that always accompanied it. But that wasn't the noise that woke him, neither was Dean's occasional snore. It was the banging coming from the kitchenette.

Shit. Dad was home. From the sounds of it he was not happy. He knew he should stay where he was and pretend to be asleep. But the curses were getting louder. He was afraid if he didn't get up and try to calm his dad down, at the very least he would wake Dean. At the worst, he would wake other people in the motel and get the manager called on them. With each year that passed Dad seemed to get more angry and he seemed to be able to make dad worse by his meer presence. Sammy gently pushed the covers off so he wouldn't wake Dean and padded silently across the small space and peeked around the corner.

His Dad was pulling things out of the fridge and apparently when not finding what he was looking for he would throw what ever in his hand in the sink.

Sammy bit his lip and then stepped out into view as he waited silently for his dad to notice that he was there.

His dad was muttering; about what he couldn't tell when he turned and noticed Sammy, "How long you been standing there spying on me?" he snapped as he threw something.

Sammy thought it was thrown his direction causing him to instinctively cover his face. After he heard a thump he looked between his crossed arms at the trashcan. Oh, he felt his face redden as he lowered his arms to grin foolishly at his father.

"If I was going to hit you… you'd know it boy. There'd be no doubt." John snapped his anger overriding his mouth. He'd had a bad night. He'd been tense with the whole Sam disappearing act. Then to top everything off he'd lost a hundred dollars he didn't have to lose at poker. He should have stuck with pool. He'd won three hundred playing tonight. So, he was still two hundred ahead. The beer and whiskey hadn't settled his nerves… he was still wired from earlier. Sammy. Why couldn't he just be more like his…

"Did you eat all the chicken and drink all the milk?" John snapped as he halted the thoughts in his head.

Sammy shook his head no… he and Dean had he thought silently.

"Did Dean?" He started to walk over to the bed to wake up Dean.

"No. I did." Sammy said quickly as he tried to halt his dad with his words. Dean always took the fall when dad was mad; he felt it was his turn to do the same for his big brother.

John blinked rapidly, "You…" He pointed his finger at Sammy, "You lied to me." His voice incredulous. The little brat! "Like you need to eat all that! You can barely keep up with us as it is…" John growled even as he thought to himself that he needed to just shut up he continued aloud, "You really could afford to loose a few pounds…" He looked at Sammy in disgust as he snapped without censure. "Maybe skip a few meals." He was hungry, it was late and nothing was open. But it wasn't really Sammy's fault his brain finally managed to relay. "Sammy… I…" He started to apologize.

Sammy held up a hand while he simultaneously backed up a step as he said, "You're right dad… it won't happen again." and Sammy turned and bolted back for the bed. He crawled under the covers as he buried his head he started to cry. Well at least he knew where dad stood beyond any doubt. He knew he shouldn't cry because he didn't want his dad or Dean to hear, but it was so hard not to.

The next morning Sammy woke up to his dad and Dean yelling at each other; he stayed frozen in place as he pretended to still be asleep.

"No… I'll stay too then." Dean stated stubbornly.

Sammy could almost see Dean with arms crossed, feet braced slightly apart as he held his chin stubbornly jutted out because that was the stance he used with 'that' tone of voice.

"Like hell you will. It will do you both some good to be apart." John stated as he continued to clean his gun.

"You tell me…" Dean growled and then stopped himself as he took a deep breath and restarted in a lowered voice, "you have drilled it into me my whole life… he's my responsibility. How the hell am I suppose to watch him if I'm not there?" Dean whispered harshly at his dad, not wanting Sammy to hear.

"Dean, it's been settled…" John said tiredly as he tried to reason with his oldest.

"Then unsettle it… either he goes or I stay." Dean demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I give the orders around here, boy… not you." John snapped as he started to get pissed.

"Yes, sir." Dean replied automatically even as he continued to look mutinous.

John sighed as he tried to reassure him, "Dean it's only one job… that's it. Then we will swing back by and get him." John watched Dean as he continued, "Besides he'd probably have more fun there than traipsing around the woods with us. Bobby's going to put him to work alphabetizing all his books. With his library he will probably still be doing that when we pull back in."

Dean looked as if he was considering it when he said, "I'm just worried dad. I mean we almost lost him just yesterday and now you want to leave him somewhere." Dean ran a hand through his hair as he asked, "What kind of message is that giving Sammy?"

"Sammy will be bored…" John stated then added, "and it's just one case. He won't even miss us. Besides it's Bobby's, not just some random place. He likes it at Bobby's. We can get in and get back out a lot quicker if he wasn't dragging his feet behind us."

Dean studied his father and then glanced over at the bed as he chewed his lip. He knew that Sammy loved Bobby and still occasionally called him Uncle. Dean frowned as he thought about how much Sammy loved reading books in general. It was one of his favorite things to do. He also knew how much his newly growing body was starting to trip him up. He always been a little uncoordinated, but now it seemed like his feet were always tripping him up and making dad mad.

Dean gave a slight nod as he told his father with a sigh, "I'll talk to him… explain to him that it's just the one case."

John released a sigh of relief. Now that Dean was on board Sammy wouldn't be a problem because Dean would smooth everything over.

Dean went over and sat on the edge of the bed beside Sammy. He wanted Sammy to know that it was because he thought Sammy would be happier without Dad breathing down his neck every five seconds that he was going along with this.

Sammy pretended to still be asleep until Dean reached out and gently shook him awake by his shoulder. Sammy pretended to stretch and yawn as he slowly opened his eyes to find Dean watching him closely. "Hey, Dean." Sammy yawned again as he pretended to just be waking up.

"Hey, Sammy. No nightmares from the movies last night?" Dean asked with pretend cheer. He knew that if Sammy guessed how worried he was it would only serve to upset him.

"No, I might be getting allergies or something. My eyes are watering and burning." Sammy lied to cover up the truth of the tears as he sat up.

Dean looked closely at Sammy as he noticed his eyes were red. His eyes narrowed as he realized it looked as if Sammy had been crying with the tear tracks left behind on his cheeks to prove it, "Sammy?"

"What?" Sammy sniffed as he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Dean started to follow but was stopped by John's comment, "I think the boy is old enough to go to the bathroom by himself Dean."

Dean bit back the angry retort he felt immediately pop to the surface. Sammy was old enough for what John felt he was old enough for; anything else then it was 'he's too young' when he didn't want Sammy to do something. Dad was being a hypocrite and Dean found that extremely aggrevating. He wanted to tell him so, but knew it would be more fighting and he didn't want Sammy caught in the middle. He was jostled around so much as it was with the kind of life they led. He didn't want to add to it. Besides he could argue it out with his dad when they got to "the all important job" that Sammy wasn't good enough to go on.

TBC
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