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Chapter 12; shifting moods...
Topic Started: Apr 8 2011, 08:37 AM (97 Views)
Crissi Marie
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Chapter 12

Dean chewed his lip because he wanted nothing more than to go to Sammy and beg him to want him to stay. How stupid was that? He was fifteen for god's sake, not two. Sammy wanted him to walk away… he was walking. He didn't have to like it he reminded himself as he turned and walked out of the bathroom to proceed down the hall. He didn't look back at the bedroom which housed his baby brother because He could do this he told himself repeatedly as he walked down the stairs.

Sammy waited until he heard both of them leave and then opened his eyes. Boy, Dean was really mad at him. But he knew after dad went downstairs Dean would come back and they could apologize to each other before Dean had to leave. Dean never left mad because they always talked everything out. Dean was good about that.

He heard dad at the bathroom door. A little bit later he heard him bellow from downstairs for Dean to hurry. A few minutes later he heard Dean open the bathroom door. Any minute now, Sammy thought as he smiled slightly. After a few minutes he began to wonder where Dean was. He hadn't heard him walk towards the bedroom so where was he?

He was shocked into motion when he heard the impala rumble to life. He dashed to the window and shoved the curtain aside as he searched for Dean. Dean was just about to open the passenger door when he must have sensed Sammy and looked up at their bedroom window. Dean didn't smile or wave he just climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door.

Sammy stared down in shock. This never happened. He dropped the curtain and dashed for the door. He would apologize he thought frantically as he raced down the stairs tripping over his foot on the last one. Scrambling to his feet he stumbled to the front door. As he pulled it open he was just in time to see them leave in a cloud of dust. He wanted to cry. He hung his head as he stumbled back towards the stairs. He limped up the stairs and went back to the window in his room to see the last bits of the dust cloud settle back down as the roar of the impala's engines died away.

He couldn't believe it, Dean had left him without saying goodbye. Dad he expected it from but never Dean. Tears slid down his cheeks as he wondered if he'd lost Dean forever. He'd known Dean was mad but he never expected this. What if he had pushed Dean so far away that he wouldn't come back?

He ran over to Dean's bed and fell on it burying his face in the pillow to cry so Bobby wouldn't hear him. Sometime later when Bobby came to check on him he was asleep having cried himself that way previously.

Bobby worried that not waking him up would highly upset Sammy and had requested John to go ahead and wake the boy. John had refused saying it was better for Sammy to rest and they would call later from the motel to talk to him. Bobby had glared and John had ignored him as he climbed into the car. Bobby had wondered about Dean. He hadn't said a word just looked up at their bedroom window and then looked away to stare out the passenger window. Something weird was definitely going on. He turned to leave the room when he saw an envelope on the side table addressed to himself not Sammy… absolutely weird. He picked it up and walked out.

Taking it downstairs to his desk he opened it as he sat down. It was written in Dean's I'm in a hurry don't let anyone catch me writing this handwriting.

Bobby,

Please watch after Sammy. They both want me to give Sammy room to grow up… So I am, but I can't help it. I'm worried about Sammy. Something is off with him and he ain't talking to me.

Dean

Bobby frowned as he put away the note. Dean thought Sammy didn't want him around and John wanted… who the hell knew what John wanted these days. He seemed to be getting more obsessed with the hunt and less worried about the boys. He'd seen it happen to many a man but really never thought he'd see it take over John Winchester.

He moved towards the stairs as he heard Sammy moving around upstairs. At the bottom of the stairs he yelled up, "Boy, why don't you get a quick shower and I'll start breakfast. How's bacon and eggs with flapjacks and even gravy if you want?"

At the sudden silence Bobby stepped onto the bottom step. "Sam?"

"Fine, Bobby… sounds good." Came Sammy's muffled reply.

Bobby smiled and headed to the kitchen. He would make Sammy a great breakfast and then he would find Sammy a interesting text to entertain him for several hours.

Sammy sighed he wasn't hungry but he didn't want to argue with Bobby. So he would eat and then he could get rid of it later. When he'd made that decision it did make him feel better. He smiled as he walked in to take his shower. About half an hour later he trotted down the stairs with a smile on his face. He had a plan…

Bobby turned at all the noise Sammy was making. "Hey, boy. Looks like you're feeling better."

Sammy grinned back at him as he said, "Yep, after breakfast I thought I'd run the mile."

Bobby frowned as he told Sammy, "You're just getting over the flu. I don't know if that's such a good idea. Dean…"

Sammy glared at Bobby as he snapped, "I don't give a shit what Dean wants… or thinks… or… or… If he cared he'd have said goodbye. So I don't care." Sammy stated as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Sammy, Dean…" Bobby started to explain about what Dean said in the letter when the phone rang. "You want to grab that for me, Sam?"

"Okay." Sammy agreed as he went over to the kitchen phone and grabbed the receiver off the wall, "Hello?"

"Where's Singer? And who is this?" asked a suspicious voice.

"At the stove at the moment." Sammy replied in a matter of fact tone.

"Tell him to get his ass over here to the phone I need to talk to him." The person demanded.

"Well, who is this?" Sammy asked.

"Listen you little shit…" The voice growled.

"Do you want me to hang up?" Sammy asked crankily.

"Tell him Marco Edell is on the phone, you brat." Marco snapped.

"Sure thing Marcus." Sammy agreed with a smile cause he'd picked up a few things from Dean along the way.

"It's Marco." Marco corrected.

"Hold on a sec, Marcus." Sammy covered the mouth piece as he told Bobby, "Marco Edell on the phone… demanding you come right now." Sammy told Bobby softly then moved his hand from covering the receiver.

"Tell Marcus I'm on my way." Bobby yelled with a smirk.

"Sure thing, Uncle Bobby." Sammy yelled back with a snicker and then spoke into the phone in a normal voice, "He's says he's on the way."

Marco cleared his throat as he said, "Hey kid, I didn't mean it earlier."

"What?" Sammy asked as he enjoyed the man's discomfort, "When you called me a little shit or when you called me a brat?"

He heard the man gulp as he replied, "I didn't know Singer had any nephews."

Sammy replied gleefully, "Yeah, he's got two."

Bobby took the phone from him and smiled down at him as he pointed at the stove and handed Sam the spatula.

Sammy grinned back at him as he told him, "Sure thing, Uncle Bobby."

TBC
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