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| Chapter 13; Home alone... how much trouble can Sammy get into? | |
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| Crissi Marie | Apr 27 2011, 05:34 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 13 After Bobby got off the phone he told Sammy with a grin, "I think you enjoyed that man's discomfort a little too much." Sammy shrugged as he put the plates on the table while he replied, "Yeah, maybe." "No maybe about it." Bobby laughed as he walked over to pick up the food and sit them on the table as well, "Sam, that bacon looks perfect." "I'm awesome that way." Sammy said with a smile as he picked up his glass to take a drink. "I have a question for you." Bobby said as he sat down and started to dish out the food. "What's that?" Sammy asked after swallowing his sip of water. "Well, Marco needs a couple of ingredients for a banishing he's working on. Apparently he's too lazy to go get them himself. He'd rather pay me for them and even extra to bring them to him… Do you want to ride along? Or would you rather stay here and watch TV or play with the dogs and read?" Bobby asked with a grin. "Stay here? By myself? You'd let me?" He looked at Bobby's suspiciously before he asked. "How long would you be gone?" "Well, it's about a two hour drive… then probably an hour to help him make it and then two hours back. So about five…" Bobby said calculating in his head. "Sure… I can find something to do… Oh…" Sammy jumped up and raced out of the room. Bobby chuckled as he wondered what Dean had been talking about because Sammy seemed fine. In fact he was getting over whatever bug he'd had. Sammy came back into the room with a large book and held it out to Bobby. "Can I read this?" "You want to read this? I figured it would be one of the forbidden ones." Bobby said in a serious tone as he sat down the spatula to take the book. "Later after you leave." Sammy said with another grin. "That's more like it. So, Dakota Haunts, huh? Sure…" He handed it back to Sam. Bobby grabbed a piece of bacon and stood as he told Sammy, "I'm going to say I'll be back by 3 pm at the latest that gives me six hours. Work for ya boy?" "Yep." Sammy said as he watched Bobby he sat the book on the table so he could follow his surrogate Uncle. "You have Father Jim's number if you need anything." Bobby said absentmindedly as he made a mental list of the items he needed. "I can't call him; him and Caleb are with Dad and Dean." Sammy stated as he watched Bobby move from place to place around the kitchen. "Oh, then I'll call and check in every hour." Bobby said as he stopped in mid step to look at Sammy. "Why don't you just call when you get to Edell's or when you go to leave?" Sammy asked as he tried to make it easier for Bobby. Bobby said as he resumed his gathering up of needed items. "Follow me to the basement, I'll show you the herbs I have to take to him." After they came back up from the basement Bobby told him seriously. "If someone shows up, you can let the dogs loose if you need to. They'll take care of the problem. Would you put away any leftovers or you could give them to the dogs, they would like that." "Sure thing." Sam agreed as he followed Bobby to the front door. He locked it behind Bobby after he left. He watched until Bobby was out of sight and then wandered back towards the kitchen. It was nice that Uncle Bobby trusted him enough to leave him alone in his house, but… hello, creepy as hell. But Dean and Dad wanted him to grow up… He sat down and felt like he could eat finally. No one was here to catch him. He smiled as he stuck as piece of bacon in his mouth. Awh, yeah that was good. He chewed happily as he opened the book, careful not to get anything on it. He reached for the spoon and filled his plate with eggs. As he sat the spoon down he looked at the flapjacks; he grabbed two then he shredded them and covered them in gravy. Taking a bite he groaned. It was good and he really was hungry. He ate the whole plateful in record time. With a moan he looked at the empty plate, he would gain ten pounds from all that. Suddenly he lurched to his feet and ran for the downstairs bathroom. He barely made it before he started to throw up. After a few minutes he finally stood up and backed away from the toilet until he was braced against the opposite wall. As he stood there his chest heaving and tears running down his cheeks he wondered why he had to be the misfit. Why couldn't dad and Dean like him the way he was? Was he really such a bad kid? Apparently he answered himself, he was bad enough to be dumped with anyone who would take him. He stepped forward and flushed the toilet. Looking around as he slowly headed upstairs to the bathroom where he kept his toothbrush and after brushing his teeth and putting it away; he washed his face. Drying his face he looked in the mirror and stared. He was a misfit! After a few seconds he threw the towel down in disgust. He was such a loser. He probably was switched at birth and their perfect Sammy, that was a carbon copy of Dean, was wondering how the hell he ended up in a geek filled family that he didn't fit in with. Well the Winchesters sure got the shitty end of the stick, being stuck with him he thought as he stared at himself in the mirror. He finally turned away from the mirror and ran down the hall down the stairs and out the back door. He kept running. He wasn't sure how long he ran but he had circled around the salvage yard and had run deep into the bowels of the yard. He'd never even been in this section before and the cars were old and rusted out. He stopped and stared as he tried to catch his breath. He leaned on a rusted out car and ended up on his butt leaned up against a hunk of twisted metal. Why wasn't he good enough? He wished he had the Winchester kick ass and take names attitude that Dean had inherited from their father or even the looks that he'd inherited from their mother. He looked at his watch as he realized two hours had passed. This meant he had at least three. He thought about hanging out where he was, but he had a thought hit him. What if Uncle Bobby called and he didn't answer. He would freakout. He ran back towards the house or the direction he thought the house was in. Twenty five minutes later he finally stumbled back into the house. Making it back into the kitchen, he fell into the nearest chair. As his breathing slowed he looked at the table. He was hungry again… He slowly picked up a piece of bacon and looked at it. One piece shouldn't hurt… besides he'd thrown up breakfast and then ran for he wasn't sure how long. So one piece would be fine. He smiled as he popped it into his mouth and chewed happily. He was on his second piece of bacon when the phone rang. While he walked over to pick it up he swallowed his food, "Hello?" he said cautiously. Silence… Okay, weird. He thought as he said again, "Hello?" Then a soft, "Sammy." Came across the line. "Dean?" Sammy said in surprise. "Yeah, it's me… I just wanted to let you know we made it to the motel and we'll be away from a phone for at least the next week." Dean said and then went silent. "Ok…" Then Sam was silent for a few seconds before he blurted out, "You didn't tell me bye, D." He couldn't help the hurt that slid into his voice as he said it. "Yeah… well…" Dean started and then swallowed before he continued, "You were asleep. You've been sick and I didn't want to bother you." "That never stopped you before. You always tell me when you're leaving. I'm sorry I made you mad…" Sammy said softly before blurting out, "Maybe soon you can be proud of me again." Sammy said tearfully and slammed the phone down. The phone started ringing again almost immediately but Sam stood there just staring at it. He couldn't face Dean now; not even on the phone. He walked away from the ringing phone and sat down. As he pushed his plate away he pulled the bacon platter over in front of himself. He looked at it as he listened to the phones' continous ringing. He ate everything on the platter. Standing he walked over and filled the sink with water to wash the dishes. He added the dish washing liquid; he watched the suds as he noticed the phone had finally quit ringing. Dropping the platter in the sink he went back to the table and picked up his plate and Bobby's just as the phone started to ring once again. He knew it was Dean. But he didn't want to hear it in Dean's voice that he was disappointed in him. He already knew that. He put the plates in the sink and then went back to the table. When he looked down at the gravy and flapjacks he realized he wanted them so he sat down and ate them right off the platter and then he went on to finish off the eggs. Taking all the empty dishes and putting them in the sink, he took a rag and wiped down the table. The phone was still ringing. Dean was stubborn, he'd give him that. But so was he. He was not going to answer that phone. He walked back over to the sink and finished the dishes. He was about to open the fridge and get a glass of milk when a wave of nausea hit him. He barely made it back to the sink before he threw everything back up. In the back ground the phone was still ringing. As he stumbled to the table he suddenly felt tired. He grabbed the book and went upstairs. He stopped in the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. He lay down on Dean's bed and closed his eyes. It was nicer up here. He could barely hear the phone. After only a few seconds he was asleep. Bobby arrived to a silent house. He felt really bad for forgetting to call and check up on Sammy. Marcus had been a real pain in the ass and he had tried to speed things up so he could get the hell out as quick as possible. Huh, he thought as he came in carrying two pizzas from the pizza place in town. Taking them into the kitchen he noticed the dishes were done and the book gone. He smiled, Sammy had probably found some nook to hole up in and read. Just then the phone rang so he sat down the pizza on the table as he answered it, "Hello?" " 'Bout fuckin' time. Shit! I was about to head that way." Dean snarled as he let his anger mask the relief he felt that someone had finally answered the phone. "What the hell are you talking about Dean?" Bobby asked, suprised by the panic radiating through the phone line. "Sammy hung up on me and hasn't answered the phone in the last three hours. I told dad I was taking a bus back. He's so pissed; he went to the bar about an hour ago." Dean stated loudly as he still felt the aftershock of the waves of frustration. "Well, let me go find him. You want to stay on the line or call me back in fifteen?" Bobby asked even though he already knew the answer. "I'll wait, now that I actually have someone on the damn line." Dean snapped. "You're turning into a sailor boy." Bobby commented with a smile. "Damn straight. Bobby. Now can you go find the little shit?" Dean asked with a hint of a chuckle. Now that he'd reached someone he could finally allow himself the luxury of starting to calm down. TBC |
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