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Chapter 5; Don't piss off the boy.
Topic Started: Apr 4 2011, 01:40 PM (119 Views)
Crissi Marie
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Chapter 5

"So, little brother… How are you going to spend your down time… reading or reading?" Dean asked after inhaling one burger and ordering a second. He finished off his fries while he waited on his second burger to be cooked.

"Training." Sammy stated as he turned to look at Dean, square in the eye.

Dean looked for a sign that Sammy was joking but when he didn't find one he asked, "Sammy?" Dean continued in a questioning tone, "What is up with you?"

"Nothing." and out jutted Sammy's chin again.

Shit! Dean thought as he watched Sammy's face close off indicating he was done talking.

"Reading is your favorite thing to do and you're going to be in a house for several days filled to the brim with books and you're telling me you're going to train." Dean leaned across the table and pressed the back of his hand to Sammy's forehead to check for fever.

Sammy jerked his head away as he snapped, "Don't. I'm fine."

"That doesn't sound fine to me. Maybe you're coming down sick…" Dean mused and then added, "Maybe I should stay with you. I'll tell dad that…"

"No!" Sammy snapped, "All that will do is piss dad off at me more than he already is. It's like he said, I'm old enough to go to the bathroom by myself."

"Sammy, what is going on with you?" Dean asked as confusion slid headlong into worry.

"Not a damn thing." Sammy said flatly.

It sounded funny coming from his eleven year old little brother. "Ok then… I guess your fine." Dean said as he leaned back against the bench back.

"I guess I am." Sammy agreed as he stuffed a small fry in his mouth.

Dean was hurt that Sammy was shutting him out when it suddenly hit him what Sammy had said, "Why do you think Dad is pissed at you?"

"I didn't say I did." Sammy mumbled as he stuffed another fry in his mouth to avoid talking.

"Yes you did, you said if I stayed with you dad would be even more pissed at you than he already is, which indicates you think dad is mad at you. Why do you think that?" Dean asked again demanding an answer.

"I don't." Sammy stated his tone remaining flat as he looked back out the window.

"Hummm. Maybe I should ask dad? Did you have a fight? Is that why you…" Dean wondered out loud.

"God, D!" Sammy yelled causing people to turn and stare at them.

Dean waved with a smile as he turned his attention back to Sammy.

Sammy lowered his voice as he leaned forward, "It is not important. Drop it or I swear I will fucking walk to Uncle Bobby's right now then you won't have to bother driving my fat ass there." Sammy snapped as he shoved his food at Dean and stood. "I'm going to go pack my shit so dad doesn't bitch at me for that too." His frustration at a boiling point as he turned and stormed out of the building.

Dean sat there for a moment as things sank in, so dad doesn't bitch at me for that too meant that he and dad had had a discussion about his fat ass?

"What the hell?" Dean muttered as he stood up leaving everything on the table. He took his hamburger and tossed it in the bag with his dad's order that he picked up as he walked out.

As he ran back to the motel he wasn't sure if he would find Sammy there or not. As pissed as his little brother was he wouldn't put it passed him to carry out his threat and walk to Bobby's.

When Dean walked in and handed the bag of food to his dad, he noticed Sammy's bag was packed on the bed and dad was beaming at Sammy. Okay, weird. Dean thought as he asked, "What's going on?"

"Sammy's come up with a great idea. He's going to catch a bus from here so we don't have to go out of our way to drop him off." John stated proudly beaming at Sammy again.

OK, that alone was creeping him the fuck out… "NO." Dean stated firmly.

"Why not?" They asked in unison his dad clearly surprised.

"Because if you want me on this case, WE will take him to Bobby's and drop him off. NO BUS!" Dean snapped as he glared at both of them. Dean was half worried that if he let him on that bus he wouldn't go to Bobby's he'd run to god knew where and then he'd have to kill him when he finally caught him. So, uh… no. Not happening.

Sammy jumped up and stormed from the room and slammed the bathroom door behind him. Dean heard the lock click into place. Dean would deal with Sammy in a minute. First dad. "Dad, you want to explain to me why Sammy thinks you're mad at him?"

"I'm not." John stated as he looked towards the bathroom door then back to Dean.

"Then why does he think that?" Dean persisted.

"How should I know… I'm not in his head. I have no idea what he's thinking." John stated and then looked thoughtful, then his eyebrows shot up as he semi remembered saying something to Sammy when he got home and was trying to find something to eat.

"What dad?" Dean asked because he could tell by the look on his dad's face he remembered something.

"I don't… I apologized." John stated defensively as he stood. "I'm the dad here, boy. You need to remember that. I'm going to gas up the car. Be ready to go when I get back." He snapped and then stormed out the door.

"Yes, sir." Dean said as he walked towards the bathroom door. He started to knock but suddenly stopped and stood listening at the strange sound coming from the bathroom. He leaned closer as he tried to decide what the sound was. He heard it again; it sounded like gagging and then puking. Shit! Sammy must be really upset to be throwing up. Dean thought as he knocked softly.

The bathroom got silent.

"Sammy, let me in bub." Dean said as he tried the knob, he wasn't surprised to find it still locked.

"No. I'm fine." Sammy stated finally.

"Puking your guts up ain't fine. Dad told me you two had words." Dean said as he leaned his forehead against the door.

"Where's dad?" Sammy asked suspiciously.

"Gone to tank up. He wants us ready when he gets back. You seem to be coming down with something… I don't…" Dean started but stopped in mid-sentence, he was getting uneasy about leaving Sammy anywhere, especially if he was sick.

"Dean…" Sammy sighed as he told Dean tiredly. "Dad said what he needed to and that was it. I went to bed… maybe I have got the flu…" Sammy decided that would be a good cover for puking.

"Well, let's get you some orange juice on the way out of town and then we'll get some soup and stuff for you to eat at Bobby's. How does that sound?" Dean asked as he turned and leaned against the wall beside the door.

There was the same silence as before… Dean brought his hand back to rap his knuckles against the door.

"D… I don't feel good." Sammy said suddenly and then Dean heard Sammy puking again.

Dean turned back around to face the door again. Wiggling the handle Dean told Sammy, "Open the door, Sam or I will break it down."

Silence again from the bathroom.

"I mean it, bitch. Now open up. One…" Dean paused for dramatic affect and then continued, "Two." He took a step back as he prepared to kick the door.

He heard the lock turn as his little brother wisely chose to unlock the door. "Smart boy." Dean muttered aloud as he opened the door.

Sammy was sitting on the floor with his back against the bathtub with his head resting on his drawn up knees.

Dean sat down beside him and put his arm across Sammy's shoulders, "Feel better?" Dean asked as he leaned down to try to see Sammy's face.

Sammy nodded yes without looking at Dean. He felt if Dean could see him he would know that he'd made himself sick on purpose. Sammy was ashamed for getting caught but he was glad Dean fell for the just being sick bit. He could work that angle for a week at least.

TBC

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