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| Chapter 10; Tell me no lies... big brother in pain... | |
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| Crissi Marie | Apr 8 2011, 08:34 AM Post #1 |
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Chapter 10 Sammy turned his back to Dean as he slumped his shoulders in defeat while he murmured, "Don't make me lie to you." Dean blinked a couple of times before he told his brother in a blunt tone, "I think you ought to think about that before you do." Sammy turned and stared at Dean while he tilted his head to the side as he told him, "I have. So don't ask and I won't have to lie to you." Dean sighed and gave Sammy a look of disappointment before he turned to open the door. With his hand on the partially opened door he mumbled, "You can trust me Sammy. I thought you knew that by now." and then he pulled the door the rest of the way open as he left the bathroom and Sammy behind him to walk slowly down the hall to their room. He knew Sammy and he would follow behind him shortly. He went into the bedroom and was shocked to feel the familiarity of it. Bobby had given them that room years before as something of their own. A place they would always have to come back to. They were allowed to decorate with what ever they wanted and leave whatever there and it was always there when they came back. It was awesome. He wandered over to his bed, the one closest to the window and sat down to wait. He sniffed as he looked down he realized that he had fresh linens on the bed; Bobby always tried to make them feel like they were welcome. Having the beds made up; if they gave him advance notice and their cookies and pies as well as their favorites in the meals he cooked for them. Right on cue Sammy wandered in looking sheepish as he glanced at Dean then quickly away. He came in and sat down on his bed as he concentrated on the rip in his tennis shoe. After several minutes Dean cleared his throat as he asked his little brother, "So, are we going to talk about this?" He watched Sammy's body language until he could see his face. Sammy shook his head no but still didn't look up. "Sammy… I can't help you if you won't talk to me." Dean continued to watch his little brother and then he sighed as he told Sammy, "I guess it's a good thing Dad needs me, 'cause I guess you're doing good on your own." Dean knew he shouldn't be mean but he was trying to get Sammy to talk to him. Sammy sat stunned for a few seconds then he looked up at Dean with a heartbroken expression and a trembling lip as he said, "Yeah, I guess so." Then Sammy turned and threw himself on the bed. He couldn't win… he was going to loose Dean either way. If he told him, Dean would get mad and Dean was already mad because he wouldn't. He tried to cry silently so Dean couldn't hear when he heard Dean sigh again. He tried to curl up into a tiny ball and hide his face. He felt the bed dip and Dean was sitting beside him as he placed his hand on Sammy's quivering back. "Sammy." Dean said softly as he kept his hand firmly on Sammy's back. Sammy froze and tried not to move a muscle. "Sammy, I know you're awake. So, sit up and talk to me…" Dean was about to take out the big guns, "My back is killing me dude." Sammy immediately sat up as he looked at Dean anxiously, doing the intake of signs with his eyes. Chewing the lip. Check. Pale. Check. Slightly sweaty. Check. Frown. Check. Course the frown was probably his fault. Barely breathing to control movement. Check. Sammy jumped off the bed and stumbled barely able to catch himself before he fell and then turned as he asked, "Where is your medicine?" "Dad has it. Thanks Sammy." Dean lay down on Sammy's bed and waited for Sammy to return. Sammy tripped on the last three steps and fell on his knees hard, "Shit!" He snapped as he scrambled to his feet as he yelled back upstairs, "I'm fine Dean." Because he knew Dean. He'd come to check on him and since he was in pain, Sammy wanted him to stay where he was. He raced into the living room and stumbled to a halt as his Dad said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "I see your feeling better." Sammy nodded as he told him, "Dean back is hurting real bad." John raised an eyebrow but didn't reply so Sammy continued. "Dad, he says he needs a pill and asked me to come get it. That means it's bad! Can I get one for him?" Sammy asked as he wiggled from one foot to the other in impatience. John immediately stood as he sat his beer down on the end table. "I'll get the pills and your bags while you get him some water. Go ahead and wait for me upstairs." Sammy nodded as he raced to the kitchen. As he grabbed a cup he was startled when Bobby laid a hand on his shoulder, "How you feeling, boy? Dean said you were sick." "I'm fine. Dean's back…" Sammy started as he turned off the water from filling the cup with tap water. "Yes but Dean ate earlier. Well, pie and cookies. Your plate was clean. Looked like you didn't eat. I may have made the pies for Dean, but I made the cookies for you." Bobby asked as he watched Sammy. Sammy searched frantically for a way out. "Dean says I can't have any until I stop puking and then I can have one." "When has that ever stopped you boy?" Bobby asked with a frown as he stared at Sammy. Something was off with the boy. He wasn't sure what, but something was. He'd bet his Bo Derek Poster down in the panic room on it. "I got to beat dad upstairs or he'll be pissed at me." With that said Sammy dashed out of the room. He really hoped to beat dad there but he had used the excuse to get away from Uncle Bobby. He thought about the cookies on the way back to the room. He really, really wanted them. He wanted more than one. Uncle Bobby had made them for him. He should get to have at least one. But he hadn't had a chance to start his training yet. Maybe he should… his thoughts were interrupted as he stepped into the room and found his dad glaring at him from Dean's bed. "What took you so long? Have to stop and eat the plate of cookies, maybe wash it down with a couple of glasses of milk?" John snapped because he was angry at himself for causing this whole mess with Dean and angry at Sammy for once again not following orders. Sammy looked at Dean quickly, who appeared to be asleep. He had a fleeting thought that if Dean had been in a lot of pain, how was he sleeping? Then his attention snapped back to his dad when his father growled, "Well answer me boy." "About what, sir?" Sammy asked because he wasn't sure if his dad had asked him something else or if he was still waiting for an answer on the first question. "Sammy." John snarled as his anger rose he stood up. Sammy took an involuntary step back and bumped into something. Surprised he glanced quickly back to see Bobby there. He turned bright red with embarrassment that someone else had witnessed John's apparent dislike for him. Bobby laid a hand on Sammy's shoulder to calm him as he addressed John. "The boy refused the cookies I offered saying he needed to get the water up here quickly for Dean. I kept him in the kitchen trying to convince him to eat. That's not the boy's fault." Then he squeezed Sammy's shoulder in silent support. "Bobby this is between the boy and me." John snapped in anger at Bobby. "The boy tried. I explained what happened. I think maybe you need to go sleep it off and Sammy and I will get Dean his meds." "Bobby this ain't your business." John said with a little more growl. "I beg to differ since this is my house you currently have your ass planted in." Bobby said with a smile because John's attitude had no affect on him. He just didn't give a shit, that in its self could be a very liberating feeling. John sat the pills on the nightstand as he told them, "One pill… if he wakes up in pain in the next couple hours, he can have one more then nothing for 6 hours." Then he walked past Bobby and Sammy without saying anything else. Sammy looked back at Bobby and asked softly, "Why does he hate me? Is it because I got my mom killed?" Bobby looked fiercely at him as he spun Sam around and placed both hands on his shoulders and leaned down enough to be eye to eye with him. "You had nothing to do with that, you hear me? Your dad has just been drinking a little too much and not sleeping. Makes for a bastard of a cranky shit for brains attitude. He'll sleep it off and I'll discuss it with him in the morning. He doesn't mean it… It's just a stupid defense mechanism he shouldn't be using with his kids." "Sammy?" Dean mumbled sleepily. Sammy got a panic look on his face, but Bobby shook his head slightly and stood up as he let go of Sammy. Sammy flashed him a grateful smile and spun around almost spilling the forgotten glass of water. Dean tried to sit up but hissed in pain and fell back against the mattress with a muttered shit. Sammy sat the glass down on the nightstand and helped Dean sit up as he fluffed a pillow he then lifted Dean forward and placed it behind him. Turning he got a pill out and then replaced the cap and set it back down. Sam picked up the water as he turned back and held out both to Dean. "Take this and call me in the morning…" He grinned. Dean frowned as he mumbled, "What?" Sammy smiled as he told him, "Never mind." Sammy looked over to where Bobby had been and was surprised to find him gone. Dean smiled as he took the pill and handed a nearly empty glass back to Sammy. He sighed, "I don't suppose you'd feel like getting me some more water?" and he lay back against the pillows. Sinking slowly down Dean sighed as he mumbled, "Just tired, Sammy." "Sure… I'll be right back." As he hurried from the room he hoped Dad had already gone to bed because he really didn't want to face him again so soon. TBC |
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