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| Chapter 7; Sleeping little brothers and worrying older ones... | |
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| Crissi Marie | Apr 8 2011, 08:30 AM Post #1 |
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Chapter 7 John watched the boys in the rearview mirror as he drove down the almost empty highway. Sammy was asleep and Dean appeared to be uncomfortable as he chewed on his bottom lip. John sighed; he'd fucked up with Dean. He'd gone too far and he hadn't meant to… it had all happened so quick; he hadn't even thought about it. He had just reacted. Now he was going to have to tread lightly to fix it. Dean adjusted himself in the seat as he tried to get more comfortable while he bit his lip to hold back a moan when he moved the wrong way. Maybe he'd just stay at Bobby's with Sammy. Dad could do what ever the hell he wanted. But Dean knew either way he'd be stuck worrying about one of them. It was like dad was on one scale and Sammy on the other and he was stuck holding them both up as he tried to keep them balanced… even and everyday it became harder and harder to do. Dad used to be so kind and just; but over time he was growing angry and cynical and they were the ones paying for it. It wasn't fair to Sammy to have to grow up this way. Maybe they could have more for themselves than this lifestyle as long as they didn't become bitter like their dad; overcome by vengenence. He loved his mother. She was perfect, she had loved them with a sweetness that he remembered like those cheesy fairytale happy endings. There was no need for anything else when mom had been alive. They had lived in a normal house, had a normal family and a normal life. That had all ended… shit! Dean leaned back and closed his eyes. He didn't want to remember. A tear slid down his cheek, Fuck! He wanted to swipe it away before Dad saw but he knew if he did then dad would be sure to notice and decide that it would be a good time to talk. To be honest he wasn't ready to forgive his dad yet. He turned his face towards the window away from his dad. John sighed again as he watched Dean. How could he screw up so royally? He could see it with Sammy, he had to try so much harder to have a relationship with him. He loved him, he really did. But it seemed that it was just so much harder the second time around. Dean had been such a happy child, easy to raise and easy to love. Sammy was full of whys and how comes. Like he didn't trust his dad to raise him right. Dean usually did what he asked without question only seemed to argue when it came to Sammy. He had stuck Dean with the responsibility of Sammy at age four and to now tell Dean to hand back the reins when he wanted them seemed to cause Dean to be rebellious. So they needed to spend time apart. To him it seemed like the only logical solution. Get Dean interested in other things so that getting Sammy to grow up and start to contribute to the family cause would not be so hard fought. If he could get Dean on his side that would be half the battle with Sammy. He knew that. It would be nice to have Dean back in his corner. Like old times. And maybe some alone time with his oldest would do just that; cementing the cause in Dean's head and strengthening their bond. He was certainly ready for that; now to convince Dean. With that solidly set in his mind he concentrated on the road to Bobby's place. Hours later Dean woke slowly as he realized the car was no longer on the move. He sat up and involuntarily hissed at the pain that sliced down the middle of his back. Dad sure knew how to pack a shove. It still hurt like a mother to move. He decided he must have bruised his back when he hit the corner. Well wasn't that going to suck trying to run around the woods and chase badies. He might really have to stay with Sammy and that would leave dad solo unless he could get Pastor Jim or Caleb to help and still he would feel guilty. He wished they could be normal but as the years went by and they came no closer to finding his mother's killer it seemed more like a dream every year. Like he'd never had normal… that was an illision; a place he escaped to in his dreams. He doubted anyone could understand that when half the time he himself couldn't make it make sense. John opened the driver's door and climbed in. After he shut the door he turned around to face Dean. "I got you some pain pills. You need to take one; see if it helps if not let me know and I'll give you another one." He said while he opened the bottle and pulled out a pill, "Here." He said as he handed Dean the pill and a pepsi to wash it down with. Dean took it and as he looked at it, "Is this thing going to knock my ass out?" he asked while he turned it over in his hands. "Probably." John chuckled as he watched Dean. As he saw Dean frown he told him firmly, "Take it. That's an order." Dean asked instead, "Did you get meds for Sammy as well?" "Dean." John frowned at him as he glanced suggestively at the pill. "Fine." Dean growled. John smiled when Dean took the pill swallowed it with the pepsi and handing the rest back to his dad. After John took the soda back Dean asked again, "Did you get anything for Sammy?" "I will stop once we hit Souix Falls and get stuff. I thought Sammy might want to pick out his own soup." John said but to be honest he hadn't really thought about it. "Chicken noodle soup." Dean stated firmly. "What?" John asked as he backed out of the parking spot. "Get him chicken noodle soup." Dean stated again. "That's what he likes?" John asked as he started out of the parking lot. "That's what he's getting. He'll eat it." Dean said as he watched his dad's face in the rearview mirror. John went through a myriad of expressions before he finally said, "Dean you need to let him make his own choices. You can't keep babying him." "How the hell is that babying him?" Dean snapped feeling an overwhelming sense of aggravation. "Dean, don't use that tone with me boy." John snapped right back. "But…" Dean started but was interrupted by John. "Just go back to sleep, Dean." John said wearily. "I'm not tired." Dean stated but mucked it up with a yawn. "Yeah, I can see that. Go to sleep. We can argue when you wake up." John glanced back at Dean to see him grin. "Ok, sounds like a plan." Dean replied as he settled back against the pillows and the seat and leaned his head back as he closed his eyes. John watched Dean until he was snoring softly in the backseat, hand still tangled in Sammy's hair as Sammy still slept in Dean's lap. TBC |
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