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Chapter 8; Best laid plans...
Topic Started: Apr 8 2011, 08:32 AM (78 Views)
Crissi Marie
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Chapter 8

Sammy suddenly shot straight up as he cried out, "Dean!" at the same time he held out a hand in front of him as if reaching for Dean in his dream.

Dean grabbed Sammy across the front of his chest just below the collar bone, resting his hand on Sam's right triceps as he pulled him back against him. He soothingly told Sammy, "I gotcha little brother. It's ok."

Sammy continued to struggle as he continued to reach out for the Dean in his dream.

"Sammy," Dean said a little louder as he used his other hand to reach around and push back Sammy's bangs.

Sammy instantly stilled when he leaned back against Dean as he asked in a shaky voice, "D?"

"What was up with that, Sammy?" Dean asked as he continued to hold his little brother snugly against himself. "Nightmare?" Dean guessed.

"I… I…" Sammy started to say and then seemed to deflate further as he said softly, "don't 'member."

Dean frowned as he held Sammy close; this was just another reason to stay with Sammy instead of going with their dad.

Sammy looked towards the front seat. "Where's dad?" Sammy asked, secretly glad their dad wasn't in the car to witness him freaking out.

"In the store, getting you chicken noodle soup and 7up." Dean stated and waited for the response he knew was coming.

"Ewh, Dean… do I have to?" Sammy whined… he didn't want soup.

"You know the rules, Sammy. You puke… I feed you chicken noodle soup." Dean stated as Sammy sagged even more against him which let him know that Sammy had finally accepted he was eating soup.

"Bro, it's just until you quit puking… then I'll have Bobby cook all your favorites. Deal?" Dean asked as he moved his legs into a more comfortable position.

"How long are you going to be gone?" Sammy asked sadly.

"Dad says just the one case. I don't know… a week? Maybe two?" Dean said hesitantly as he tried to gauge Sammy's reaction by his movements.

Sammy sighed before he stated softly, "I don't want you to forget me…" and then he chewed on his lip. Shit, he really wished he'd kept his big mouth shut he thought silently.

Dean chuckled as he replied, "Like I could ever do that." he ruffled Sammy's hair with the hand he had used just seconds before to move Sammy's bangs back as he continued, "You're my Sammy, bitch."

Sammy turned and impulsively hugged Dean his arms encircled his big brother as he squeezed.

Dean tried not to but apparently the pain medicine was wearing off because he couldn't help the hiss of pain that escaped.

Sammy instantly let go and his face scrunched up as he questioned Dean, "What happened? Did I hurt you?"

"No, I…" Dean looked out the window; he hated lying to Sammy but he really didn't want the hard feelings between Sammy and Dad if he told him the truth so he looked back at Sammy and grinned as he asked, "You know how you trip over your feet?"

Sammy turned pink but nodded while he waited for Dean to finish.

"Well, apparently so do I… trip over my feet, not yours…" Dean was trying to be funny so that Sammy would feel that nothing serious had happened so he continued, "but if you give me a minute I could probably manage that too." Dean grinned at Sammy's giggle.

Sammy shook his head as he commented, "I never see you fall."

"Cause I'm just that good. I'm talented enough to fall when no ones around to witness my embarrassing moments." Dean lied but Sammy needed to not worry about the things that were not his fault.

The front driver's door opened and John tossed a couple of bags of groceries into the passenger seat as he commented, "I still don't see why we couldn't wait till Sioux Falls to get this… he can't eat it until we get to Bobby's anyway." Then he glanced behind him and noticed both of them were awake.

"Oh, hey Sammy… feeling better?" John asked as he picked the bags off the seat and placed them on the floorboard.

"Dean's in pain, why?" Sammy asked immediately.

John looked up startled into the mirror and his eyes met Deans' as he started to reply, "I didn't…"

"Dad feels guilty because I fell and he wasn't able to stop it, huh? Cause you were outside loading the car." Dean said quickly, as he tried to let his dad know he covered for him.

Sammy looked back and forth between them. Dean was lying he was sure of it, but why?

"Let's get this show on the road, boys. The sooner we get there…" At that point John stopped himself before he finished his sentence and drove the car silently out of the parking lot.

Sammy sullenly folded his arms across his chest as he finished John statement for him, "The sooner you can get rid of me." Then he turned towards the seat and folded himself into a ball.

Dean placed a hand on Sammy's shoulder, "Come on, Sammy… it's not like that. Tell him dad." He said as urged his dad to convince Sammy.

John glanced at Dean before sighing as he told Sammy, "We aren't trying to get rid of you. If we were we wouldn't come back."

"Dad!" Dean snapped with a glare that flew across the seat directly to his dad, "That's not helping."

"Dean, he's not two. He needs to realize sooner than later the world doesn't revolve around him and his hurt feelings." John snapped as he concentrated on driving, effectively ending the conversation.

Sammy had curled into an even smaller ball and cried softly into his arms that he'd wrapped tightly around his knees.

Dean squeezed Sammy's shoulder and tightened his grip as Sammy tried to pull away.

Dean grimaced silently as he leaned towards Sammy to say gently for Sammy only, "I can't be a big brother without you and I love my job. I think I'm damn good at it, don't you?"

Sammy spun around and told Dean, "You're the best big brother ever!"

"Well, there you go… would the best big brother ever abandon his baby brother?" Dean asked as he watched Sammy's face.

Sammy shook his head vigorously no.

John sighed as he stated loudly, "You boys about done trying out for chick hood?"

They looked at each other and grinned as they said in unison, "We love you, too, dad."

"Ornery little shits." john said with a grin as he started driving once again towards Bobby's salvage.

After a few hours of silence, a handing over of another pain pill after, of course, Sammy had fallen asleep and the car was silent as both boys once again dozed in the backseat. John had the radio down low to where he could barely hear it himself, just briefs snatches here and there. A couple more hours and they would be at the yard and he could relax a little. Then he could decide if he would take Dean or leave him with Sammy. He really wanted him along on this one. He wanted that time to renew their bond. He missed the closeness he once shared with Dean.

He looked back in the mirror at the boys. He wasn't as close to Sam. He hated to admit it, but he'd only had the first six months with him and then he'd felt like the moment Mary died he'd started to shut his heart down. It wasn't Sam's fault… he wasn't responsible. But all the same it was what it was.

It was just that he was spending more and more of his time on the bad things out there that more often than he'd like to admit he forgot what was right there in the backseat; snoring in harmony with each other.

He grinned. After this hunt he'd make it up to Sammy and Dean. Spend a little down time just them… maybe hang out with Bobby and forget the bad for a little bit. With that decided he turned the music up and listened to what was playing 'Carry on my…

TBC
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