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| Chapter 6; or his big brother... | |
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| Crissi Marie | Apr 4 2011, 01:42 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 6 Dean heard the motel door open, close and then silence… in which he imagined his dad looking around and getting pissed because nothing was packed. A few seconds later he heard his dad stomp across the floor towards the bathroom. Dean thought that was impressive since it was carpeted concrete. John stopped in the doorway as he took in the scene before he snapped, "What's wrong now?" Dean stared at his dad before he returned the nasty tone, "He's sick; he's been throwing up since before you left." At that time Sammy didn't have to make himself puke, he just felt it coming. He'd been queasy since the last time he'd forced himself to puke. He cradled his midsection as he lurched forward and spun around to puke in the tub. Dean gave his dad a see I told you so glare as he turned and rubbed Sammy's back as he told him softly, "You can go lay down in the backseat. I'll load your stuff." "Hey, I give the orders around here, little man." John said waspishly. "Dad, do you really want him puking all over your shit?" Dean asked not fazed at all by his dad's tone. "Dean, take him to the car; grab a pillow off one of the beds. They can charge the card for it. Also grab a trashcan just in case he has to puke on the way. Then come back in and help me load the rest of this." John ordered as he turned and walked over to the table to load the weapons bag. "Come on, Sammy. I'll even ride in the back with you." Dean promised as he helped Sammy stand and led him outside to the car. He stopped only long enough to grab an empty trashcan and a pillow. Wow, Sammy thought, puking can sure wear you out. Or it could have been a combination of throwing up and the fact that he hadn't had much sleep the night before. He decided he was tired whatever the cause as he let Dean open the back door and help him into the car. Sammy gave a sudden shiver as he leaned back against the seat. Dean noticed and told Sammy, "Hold on… I'll be right back." He jogged back into the room snatching a blanket and bed spread off the bed and the second pillow. Let them charge the card; Dean didn't give a shit, it wasn't theirs. Normally he didn't do anything that added extra money to the charge but this was Sammy. Sammy's needs were his exception to the rule. He ran back outside to the open car as he sidestepped the door and leaned in he said, "Ok, Sammy…" Dean stopped… blinking as he realized Sammy appeared to be asleep. Huh… Dean thought as he wrapped the bed covers over his little brother tucking it in around him. Then he locked the door and tossed the extra pillow in and then shutting it before he turned to go back into the room. Walking back into the motel, John asked sarcastically. "What… you had to sing him a lullaby before coming back in?" "What the hell dad? No wonder he thinks you hate him… is this how you talk to him when I'm not around?" Dean demanded after he stormed over to his dad and stood nose to nose with him. Dean was totally unprepared for the shove that sent him slamming into the wall next to the bathroom; the corner of the wall hitting him in the middle of his back as it followed beside his spine. He couldn't help the groan that escaped as he slid down the wall. Dean closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing; it took him a second to realize his dad was holding his head up with a giant paw while trying to get Dean to talk to him. When the buzzing in his ears and the pain in his back died down enough for him to get a few breaths in he concentrated on what his dad was saying, "Dean… Dean… talk to me. I'm sorry… I didn't mean… I…" Dean pushed his dad's hand away as he brushed a lone tear off his cheek, as he said between gritted teeth, "I'm fine." Slowly Dean made to stand but couldn't help groaning as he used the wall to push himself up. John reached out and took hold of Dean and pulled him to his feet. Another groan escaped as Dean stood; when he could stand on his own he pulled away from John as he told him, "I'll get mine and Sammy's bags. We're packed. I'll be in the car with my brother." John nodded as he felt he had no right to demand anything from Dean at the moment. Dean was going to be sore and possibly be unable to help him with the hunt. He had no one to blame but himself… and Sammy. Why was Sammy always so much trouble? The only time Dean gave him hell was over Sammy. Sammy sure could be a pain in his ass. He watched Dean laboriously grab one bag and sling it on his shoulder. He hissed with pain as he leaned down for his bag. Then he slowly made his way out the door. John quickly gathered the rest of their things and set them by the door. Doing the routine once over, he grabbed a pair of Dean's socks from under the bed and a book of Sammy's from the chair at the table. Satisfied the room was clean he gathered the things he'd gathered and left the room closing the door behind him. Glancing at the impala he noticed Dean was in the backseat with Sammy… figures. He walked to the back and opened the truck. Dean must have put their bags back with them so he wouldn't have to talk to him. Well fuck that, he thought walking over and opening the back door. Pulling out the bags he closed the door not saying anything. He did notice however that Sammy's head was in Dean's lap as Dean sat pushing Sammy's too long bangs back while he slept. He dropped the boy's bags on top of everything then shut the trunk before he walked back to the room and opened the door to yank the other two pillows off his bed. He shut the door once again before he brought them back he opened Dean's door and gently pushed him forward to place a pillow at his lower back and then the other one above that then he pushed Dean gently back against them. He then squeezed Dean's shoulder slightly and when he looked at him, John gave him a slight nod. Dean looked away. There was no way in hell he was going to let his dad see him cry. Or see the hurt and disappointment he was feeling towards him at the moment. So he looked at Sammy. He wondered if his dad did talk down to Sammy like that. Then he wondered what the hell he could do about it if he did… Maybe Sammy being with Bobby was the best place for him… At that thought Dean bit back a sob because he really didn't want to loose Sammy. He was his last link to his mother; his last gift from her and his only chance to be a big brother. It was a job, his dad had drilled into him that taking care of Sammy was the most important job he had and now he wanted to push them apart. Separate them. Well, he loved his dad but he couldn't give up Sammy. He needed him; they needed each other. Dean closed his eyes as he kept his hand busy, alternating between brushing Sammy's bangs back and rubbing circles on his forehead something he did when Sammy was little to put him to sleep. TBC |
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