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Chapter 15; no Sammy?
Topic Started: Apr 27 2011, 05:38 PM (93 Views)
Crissi Marie
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Chapter 15

Sammy frowned, He wasn't even around and he was still managing to cause trouble for Dean. He had hoped that he could be a different person before there was anymore trouble but no it sounded like he'd struck again and he hadn't even been there. Shit! He groaned as he headed back to the kitchen.

As he plopped into his normal seat he mumbled, "I didn't mean to."

Bobby didn't even look up at him from where he was about to pour the milk to drink with the pizza as he told Sammy, "I know you didn't kid. So does Dean. But you need to let him know you're ok."

Sammy stood and shuffled towards the phone only to have Bobby call him back.

"At least eat one piece before you call him. You might not get off the phone until the pizza is stone cold if you call him now." Bobby stated as he sat a glass of cold milk in front of his place at the table.

Sammy shuffled back to the table and sat dejectedly down. He sat with his hands folded in his lap as he looked down at them. He didn't want Dean to be unhappy, but he couldn't seem to get things right. No matter how hard he tried.

If he hadn't been born Dean would be happy now with Dad and a Mom living in that house from the picture where they all looked so happy by that tree in the front yard. Maybe he'd even have a good little brother that never got him in trouble and that was just a miniature of Dean.

His lower lip started to tremble he knew he was selfish because he didn't want Dean to have another brother that he liked better. He wanted to be the brother that Dean loved best. He told himself he wasn't going to cry because he was too big to anyways. Winchesters don't cry, he heard in his head his dad's voice say sternly. He thought mutinously, then it's a good thing Dad doesn't consider me a real Winchester.

"Sammy." Bobby said as he sat down and noticed Sammy had yet to take a bite of food.

Sammy looked up and it struck Bobby that he'd seen that look before from Dean when he was little and would peek around from behind his daddy's pant's leg while holding on with one tightly fisted hand as his lower lip trembled when he tried not to cry.

Bobby laid a hand on Sammy's arm as he asked him, "Sammy, what's wrong?"

"I tried really hard to be good. I don't want to be his job anymore… I just want to be his brother." Sammy looked down again as he mumbled, "Not his burden."

"Sam… Dean doesn't look at you as if you're a burden to bear." Bobby told Sammy gently as he pat his arm in silent comfort.

"But I am." Sammy snapped as he jerked away and bolted out of his chair and towards the back door. Yanking it open he started to run, but Bobby's voice stopped him, "He thinks of you as his last gift from your mother."

Sammy froze as he turned to stare at him before he said sadly, "I'm the reason he doesn't have a mother. Ask Dad he'll tell you. Dad tolerates me because of Dean. When Dean doesn't want me around anymore, I'll be gone. Leaving me here is Step One of getting rid of the stone around everyone's neck. I think he's trying to place that stone around your neck."

Bobby stared at Sammy speechless. Sam was only eleven but he had always sounded older than his years. Which he attributed to Dean being around the kid constantly. He acted more Dean's age than his own. Then he would turn around and say something that truly told his age, like believing that his family felt he was a burden because he was left somewhere safe. "Boy the case was too dangerous for you. I thought your dad explained that to you."

Sammy just stared at him with his chin jutted out.

"Sammy," Bobby tried again, "I want you to call Dean and really listen to his voice. It will tell you what you need to hear."

Sammy looked like he was still planning to still bolt when he suddenly pushed away from the screen with a sigh that resounded through the kitchen as he made his way back over to Bobby.

Bobby placed his hand on Sammy's shoulder as he picked up the phone with his other hand to call Dean.

"Oh, hey, John… Is Dean around?" Bobby asked, his hold tightening on Sammy as he tried to scoot away from Bobby.

"What?" Bobby asked John as he listened and then told him, "Dean asked Sammy to call him back so he could talk to him before you all headed out."

Bobby let go of Sammy has he told him softly, "Go feed the pups would you? And why don't you run them around the yard a few times to wear them out. Maybe they will sleep tonight instead of barking."

Sammy frowned at Bobby, he wasn't stupid, Bobby wanted him out of the room. So he went out of the room just like Bobby requested and straight over to the hall phone and quietly picked it up.

"You listen to me John Winchester, I don't care that you're drunk and you will regret what you have said in the morning, providing you even remember it. If you were here I'd shoot you so full of buckshot you'd be shitting lead for the next six months!" Bobby snarled at John while still trying to be quiet so Sammy wouldn't hear him.

"Singer you can go to hell. I'll come get him and he can go with us." John growled.

"You know that ain't what I'm sayin' so stop being a bastard. The boy needs to hear you say you love him and that you don't blame him for Mary." Bobby stated flatly.

"That ain't your business." John snapped coldly.

"Like hell it ain't you made it my business when you brought those boys into my life." Bobby commented angrily.

"Well that can be changed." John growled back.

"You ass, why don't you go sleep it off and have Dean call me when he gets back. Can you manage that?" Bobby asked the last part soaked in sarcasm.

"Oh, go to hell, Bobby." John said without much vigor.

"Why don't you check it out first, pick out the prime real estate down there and I'll meet you there." Bobby snarked.

"Dick." John growled.

"Bastard." Bobby shot right back.

Sammy placed the phone gently back on the cradle and snuck outside. By the time Bobby came to check on him he was racing back and forth with the pups. He was like those pups, Bobby thought as he watched. Those pups were all legs with huge paws they hadn't grown into yet, but once they did, they would be one hell of powerhouse to reckon with. Sammy was going to be like that, if he had anyone listening, he'd have them to mark his words. One day Sammy would come into his own and he'd be a Winchester that no one wanted to fuck with. But right now he was still an unsure pup that needed to know he was loved.

Dean did that for Sammy he knew. Sammy knew Dean cared about him but with the way John was talking he wasn't sure that Sammy knew how John felt. The years had definitely set about to change John from the caring father he first met to the slightly obsessed man he was turning into.

He just hoped that John realized what he had before he ran it off. Because if John didn't fix the crack now it would end up too broken to stay together; Sammy would walk away and he was afraid that would devastate Dean.

He stood leaning against the porch post as he watched Sammy play with the pups.

TBC
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