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| Chapter 9; no cookies and secrets that baby brothers keep... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 8 2011, 08:33 AM (95 Views) | |
| Crissi Marie | Apr 8 2011, 08:33 AM Post #1 |
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Chapter 9 As John pulled into Singer Salvage and drove up the long driveway there was a weight lifted off his chest that John was surprised to realize had even been there. He was tired and felt drained for some reason he had no explanation for. He sighed with relief when he finally stopped in front of the house. Bobby's dog just stared not bothering to bark when he seemed to recognize the car. When John roused the boys awake they grinned at each other and Sammy scrambled out of the car and ran straight for the dog. "Sammy, stop." John started to say but stopped when the dog tackled him to the ground. Dean was standing beside him by that time and pushed the gun that John had drawn and pointed at the dog down towards the ground. "Dad, Thor remembers us… look." Dean pointed as Sammy stood only to be knocked down again and licked by the giant rotty. "Besides I don't see Uncle Bobby being too happy if you take out his dog." "No, I wouldn't." Bobby commented as he watched Sammy and Thor from the porch. John grinned as he said with a smile, "Bobby." Bobby smiled back as he commented, "Dean, you want to go see if you can help your brother get away from that worthless mutt." "I thought you said you'd be upset…" Dean started as he too grinned at Bobby. "You boys have ruined him. You two could rob me blind and that dog would roll over for a belly rub… plum worthless. Come on in, John… I think the boys will be a little while." Bobby said, turning to walk back into the house. "The puppies are out back with their mother Jezza." He mentioned over his shoulder at the boys. John grinned at Bobby before he looked Dean over critically, "Be careful with that back, boy. Pain pill wearing off yet?" Dean shook his head as he lied, "Naw, I'm good." John frowned at him before he turned and followed Bobby into the house. Dean took another step toward Sammy and Thor but not close enough for the dog to knock him down. "Did you hear Uncle Bobby? Jezza had puppies with Thor. I bet their huge…" Dean commented at the top of Sammy's head. Sammy scrambled up and away from Thor as he asked, "Jezza?" Dean smiled as he replied, "You remember the last time we were here? He got her. Jezebel... dude, the girl was a terror." Sam's eyes widened as he remembered, "I don't like her." "She liked you." Dean smirked as he retorted. "Yeah," Sammy mumbled, "For lunch." Dean laughed as he grabbed Sammy by the arm and pulled him towards the front door. "Sammy come on then, I bet Uncle Bobby made cookies since he knew we were coming." He waited a few seconds for Sammy to comment then added, "Cookies, Sammy… and probably pie." Dean continued as he thought about what Bobby kept around the house when they were there. "I'm starving Sammy… come on, dude." "jerk." Sammy said with a smile as he finally said something. "Don't test me, bitch." Dean said with a return grin. Dean didn't want to admit it, but his back was starting to ache once again with the intensity that made him want to chew a hole through his bottom lip. Sammy placed his arm through Dean's as he told Dean softly, "If it hurts too much, lean on me. I'm strong enough to hold you." It looked to him like Dean's back was causing him alot of pain. Dean tried to not lean on Sammy all that much, just enough for him to feel helpful, but he was hurting alot more than he cared to admit by the time they made it to the kitchen. Dean grinned as he gingerly sat down at the table, "See Sammy, what I tell you… pies and cookies. Thanks, Uncle Bobby." Dean yelled towards the living room where John and Bobby were talking and drinking beer. "Sure thing, Dean. Knew you'd be starving when you got here." Bobby replied and then resumed what he was saying to John. A few seconds later John yelled at them from the other room, "Change of plans, since we came early, we're staying the night." Then went back to his other conversation. The boys smiled at each other, Good old Bobby. They knew why they were staying the night Bobby had talked their Dad into it. Sammy looked at Dean suspiciously as he told him, "I thought you wanted me to eat chicken noodle soup." "Sit down, Sammy. Maybe one cookie, if you eat all your soup. Deal?" Dean asked as he watched Sammy sit down and stare at the pies and cookies. "Then if you want, we'll go see the puppies." Dean saw Sammy shiver slightly as he turned away to look out the kitchen window. "Sammy, you okay? Feeling nauseous again?" Dean guessed. Sammy nodded as he looked from the window to Dean and told him quietly, "I think I'm gonna lay down for a little while." Dean stopped shoveling pie in his mouth as he asked, "Come here and let me feel your head." "Gross D, chew your food first. Seriously, man." Sammy grinned as he told Dean about his bad habit of saying whatever he needed not caring if his mouth was full or not. Dean opened his mouth wider and grinned before he turned serious and lay down his fork as he gestured in the come here now gimme gesture. Sammy rolled his eyes as he muttered crankily, "I was just gonna lay down D…" "You're turning down cookies and pies… cherry and apple pies, dude… seriously… and the cookies, nuts and chocolate chip… bitch, their awesome…" Dean commented as he reached for his brother. "Dean what'd I say. Watch your mouth." John called from the living room. "Can't watch mine… but I can watch Sammy's… will that work Dad?" Dean said in a smartass tone. "Fine." John stated not missing a beat, "Sammy… you watch Dean's" and then went back to talking to Bobby. Sammy snickered as he went over for Dean to check him for fever. Dean stated after checking Sammy, "Don't think you have one now… I'll bring you up some soup in a couple of hours, okay?" "I can do it myself, D… your back." Sammy started only to be interrupted by Dean. "My back is fine. You are the one that's sick." Dean stated firmly. Sammy paled as he thought about how he was lying to Dean. His brother who always looked out for him. His brother who would never understand what he was doing. Dean noticed the change in color on Sammy's face and stood quickly and was instantly at Sammy's side, "What's the matter? Are you going to hurl again?" Sammy looked at Dean and felt the tears come. He had to get out before Dean saw or even worse… Dad. He turned and raced upstairs and into the bathroom. Locking the door behind him he squeezed himself between the sink and the bathtub. Curling up he tried not to cry but in the morning Dean was leaving. He really didn't want to be alone in their room. It was scary to be here without Dean. He tried to be brave, but he'd always had Dean until Dad decided he needed Dean as a partner in the hunt instead of taking care of Sammy. Leaving him alone. He didn't like alone. He knew Bobby would be here, but it still wasn't the same. He knew though what would get them to take him back. Now he just had to man up and do it. Wasn't that what dad always said? Sammy heard a soft knock at the door and knew it would be Dean. He sniffled before he cleared his throat and asked, "Yeah?" "You want to let me in?" Dean's voice sounded funny to Sammy. Sammy stood and walked slowly over to the door. "Dean…" "Sammy, open the door. I really don't feel like walking all the way back down stairs to get the key from Bobby." Dean said tiredly. After a few seconds he turned to do just that when he heard the lock turn. Dean tried the knob and then he opened the door to find Sammy standing there with a look of defeat. "Sammy…" Dean sighed as he stepped in to the bathroom. "What?" Sammy asked as he took a step back. "Tell me what you're keeping from me." Dean demanded in a gentle tone as he closed the door behind him. "I…" Sammy paled once again before he said to the vicinity of Dean's chest, "I'm not keeping anything from you." TBC |
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