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| Chapter 14; Sammy being 11 and Dean being Dean... | |
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| Crissi Marie | Apr 27 2011, 05:37 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 14 Bobby made a quick sweep of the downstairs without including the basement because he knew Sam would stay out of there if he wasn't with him so that left upstairs or outside. He walked up the stairs and as he reached the landing he stopped to listen. It was quiet; normally if Sammy knew someone was in the house he would come to check out who it was. The bathroom door was open so he just went straight to the boy's room. Bobby smiled when he found out Sammy was asleep on Dean's bed. He walked over and felt his forehead. It felt normal but his cheeks looked a little flushed causing Bobby to frown as he thought maybe he wasn't over the bug after all and maybe all that food made him sick? He remembered Dean and rushed back down through the hall and down to the bottom of the stairs to the hall phone. As he picked it up he heard Dean sigh and mutter, "About damn time." "Dean… he's asleep upstairs on your bed." Bobby stated flatly. "He's asleep?" Dean repeated before he said quietly, "is he sick?" "Well, his cheeks are a little flushed but as far as I can tell he's fever free." Bobby declared as he glanced back up the stairs. Dean sighed in relief. "Well…" He could get mad now; now that he knew Sammy was okay. "Why the fuck didn't he answer the phone?" "Oh, I don't know, Dean… maybe because he was asleep?" Bobby declared sarcastically. "He was asleep when he hung up on me?" Dean retorted in his still angry here tone. "Well, if you were talking to him the way you're talking to me, I'd a hung up on you too boy." Bobby snapped back as he tried to get past Dean's defensive anger so he didn't continue with the freakout mode he was currently working under. Dean sighed again as he said contritely, "I'm sorry, Bobby." Bobby could image Dean running a hand through his hair in agitation as he apologized. "If it makes you feel better I'll discuss it with him when he gets up." Bobby could hear the relief in Dean's voice when he said softly, "Thanks Uncle Bobby." "So, do you think maybe you should go retrieve your Dad from the bar before you catch more hell than he's already got planned for you at this time?" Bobby prodded gently. "Yeah I should but I really wanted to talk to him, Bobby… I feel like something's wrong and he won't talk to me. They both say I'm hindering his growing up and I need to back off." Dean sighed before he continued, "How can I do that when my whole life has been about protecting him?" "But boy… should it be your job?" Bobby questioned gently with another glance up the stairs. "Not you too, Bobby." Dean said the disappointment strong in his voice. "How can Dad tell… Dad wants me to protect him when He needs me to… but back off and let him grow up when Dad thinks that needs to be done." He growled in frustration as he continued, "Makes me feel like a damn yo-yo. I can't switch it on and off like that, Uncle Bobby. It doesn't work that way." Dean went silent for a couple seconds before he added softly, "Besides Mom told me it was a big brother's job to protect the younger… to keep him safe. That supersedes everything else…" Dean said in a tone that clearly said… I'm so confused. "Dean that boy loves you… probably more than anyone else. I'd say his feelings are hurt because you didn't say goodbye this morning." Bobby said as he tried to make Dean feel better before he changed the subject, "When are you leaving?" "In the morning… We will use this as base. We have the room for the next two weeks." Dean said in a business tone because we are discussing the job voice he probably had no idea he used. "Give me the number. I'll have Sammy call you when he wakes up." Bobby stated before he asked, "How's that?" "Cool, Bobby. We are staying at the Dew Drop Inn. The number is 270-233-0151. The last three digits is the room number. If you can't reach us, just let it ring the desk will pick up and you can leave a message. I'll check for messages each time we come in." After they hung up Bobby opened one of the pizza boxes and pulled out a slice and took a bite. Maybe he'd wake up Sam and have him eat while it was hot. He wandered back up the stairs as he finished off his pizza slice. Going back into the room that Sammy was sleeping in he went over and gently shook him. Sammy slowly opened his eyes and stared groggily at Bobby as he sat up. Bobby stood as he told him, "Hurry up, boy. Your pizza is getting cold." Sammy lay back as he mumbled, "I just ate." Bobby leaned back over and shook him again. Sammy opened his eyes again as Bobby told him, "That was hours ago and its way past lunch. I bought pizza and it's getting cold. So move it." He told him before he turned and walked to the door. As Sammy slowly got up Bobby told him, "By the way, Dean called when I was putting the pizza in the kitchen. Want to tell me why you hung up on your brother?" Sammy's expression closed off as he said, "No…" then after Bobby's look he added, "Sir." Bobby sighed as he started out of the room as he called over his shoulder, "I told him it was probably because he left without saying goodbye to you." then he smiled at the shocked look on Sammy's face. Yep, he'd pegged it. Sammy watched as Bobby left the room, he really didn't want to eat in front of Bobby and he really, really didn't want to talk to Dean. He sat there for several seconds as he tried to figure a way to get out of both. He gave a loud sigh as he stood to follow Bobby. That was just it, he couldn't get out of anything. Sammy sighed even louder as he heard Bobby say, "Yeah, well. I told you I'd have him call when he gets up and down here. He ain't in here boy." Bobby stopped talking as he listened for a minute before he responded with, "Well, I guess you need to work on that. Because if you don't concentrate someone will end up hurt." He heard Dean say something loudly before Bobby interrupted Dean, "I didn't say that boy. I know you've been in the business a lot longer than a lot of men out there, I'm just saying you need to pay attention to the job you're on so you don't end up hurt because you were worried about what's happening here. That's all I meant." Bobby turned at that moment and spotted Sammy, "Here." Bobby said as he held the phone out to Sammy to take. Sammy frowned at Bobby but took the phone. As he held it up to his ear he mumbled, "Hey, Dean." "Sammy." Dean said cautiously. "I thought you were on the job. I didn't think you'd be near a phone in the woods." Sammy finally said as he chewed his bottom lip. "I'm still at the motel. We're leaving in the morning, but we rented the room for the next two weeks. It's going to be base." "Oh." Sammy said to let Dean know he was listening. "So, I'll call you whenever we come in for the night… we won't be in every night, but when we do, I'll call." "Ok." Sammy agreed. "Sammy, I'm sorry I didn't say bye. Dad was in a hurry and you were sleeping…" Dean tried again to apologize to his brother. "You said that already, Dean. I don't want to talk about it anymore." Sammy stated as his chin jutted out. "Sammy, come on, man. Don't be like that." Dean pleaded. Sammy handed the phone back to Bobby and left the room as he headed straight for the library. Bobby put the phone to his ear as he told Dean, "Dean, he left the room. I don't know… call back in a few hours. I'll talk to him…" Sammy heard Bobby sigh as he said, "I know I said that before. But you called back. You didn't wait for me to talk to him and call you back." Sammy frowned as he kicked at the trashcan by the desk. He wished they would just start the damn job they were in such a hurry to leave him for and quit harassing him. Bobby said from behind him, "I hope you know you're cleaning up that mess boy." Sammy looked over his shoulder and grinned as he bent down and righted the trashcan and started replacing the trash that he had spread onto the floor when he kicked the trashcan in his frustration. "So you plan on telling me what is up with you and Dean? You know you have him pretty worried, right?" Bobby asked as he watched Sammy. Sammy frowned at him as he stood and turned to face him, "I don't think so." "You don't think he's worried about you? Well, I can tell you for damn sure he is. Enough so, that he's pissed off your Dad just to talk to you before they leave. Even told him if he couldn't get a hold of you after you hung up on him he was coming back… on a bus… the first one out of town he could find. How pissed do you think your Dad is at Dean right now? Hum? Think about it boy…" Bobby turned to go back into the kitchen before he turned back and said, "by the way pizza's getting cold." With that said he walked back to the kitchen. TBC |
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