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| Chapter 16; Dean idea of brothers... | |
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| Crissi Marie | Apr 27 2011, 05:40 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 16 Later that night as Bobby lay in bed trying to go to sleep it dawned on him that Sammy hadn't eaten. Crap! They'd been distracted by the phone call. He wondered if John had told Dean that they had tried to call because Dean never called back. Sammy tried not to show it but he had watched the clock and the phone for three hours straight before Bobby had sent him to bed apparently without dinner. Shit! He turned over, well there was no point in waking the kid now at… He squinted at the clock that glowed red numbers at him from on the night stand, 3:07 am. Double hell… he groaned as he turned over and thought before he fell asleep once again, I'll fix him an extra big breakfast in the morning. 3:19 am found Sammy standing in the kitchen as he held the refrigerator door open while he stared inside. He'd been blankly staring into it for 3 minutes and still hadn't made a decision to pick something to eat. He was hungry, starving it felt like if the current stomach ache was any indication. He was worried because Dean had not called him back, he was worried about Dean and Dad being safe on the case and he was worried that they might not even come back for him. Maybe Dean had finally decided he was too big of a pain in the ass to mess with and it would be all his fault. He finally grabbed a couple of pieces of left over pizza and set them on the counter and then poured a glass of milk. He let the door fall shut as he grabbed a piece of the pizza and took a big bite. While he ate he thought one day I will be bigger than Dean and then they'll want me on the cases too. He quickly grabbed an apple off the table after he finished the milk and pizza. At that point he headed for the back door. He went straight to the puppies and started to play with them. After he finished off the apple he threw the core as hard as he could towards the stacks of cars. He stood and did fifty jumping jacks and then he dropped to do twenty-five pushups. He was getting hot good he thought, sweating was a good thing. Then the thought of pizza popped into his head once again, he wanted another piece really bad. He stood, as he jogged in place, he really shouldn't he thought just before he took off into the house. Before he'd really thought about it he'd eating the whole box of pizza. He race back outside past the dogs and made himself start to throw up. It was like his body was learning what he wanted. He only had to stick his finger down his throat once to start puking this time. He startled when a hand landed on his back. He jerked and stood quickly to look behind him, "Uncle Bobby?" Sammy said softly as he wondered just how much he'd seen. "Still got the bug, huh?" Bobby asked sympathetically. "But why are you outside? It's really not safe…" Sammy looked at Bobby wide eyed as he responded, "I thought you said there was so many wards up that a witch's tit…" Bobby interrupted quickly, "Well, still. It's late… a little early to be out running around. So, why are you?" He asked as he tightened his hold on Sammy's shoulder while he moved his hand up from his back. "I didn't want you to hear me be sick and… um… I thought the cool air might make me feel better." Sammy said as he looked at the ground not wanting to look Bobby in the eye while he lied to him. "Well, let's head back in and you can try to get more sleep." Bobby said as he pushed him along ahead of himself as he headed towards the porch. "What about you Uncle Bobby?" Sammy asked curiously. "Not sleepy anymore. You scared me awake." Bobby told him seriously. Sammy stopped and turned to look over his shoulder at Bobby before he laughed then told Bobby flatly, "You're not afraid of anything, not even Dad." "Well, you can check later in the morning for the new grey hair you gave me." Bobby replied with a grin. Sammy laughed at Bobby as he turned and headed back to the house. He missed the frown mixed with concern aimed at the back of his head. He started up the stairs only to stop halfway up to look back at Bobby, "Thank you for caring." Bobby stopped and turned to face Sammy who he'd been walking away from when he said it. "Um…" He cleared his throat and tried again, "It's not that hard… you boys are becoming like my own." Sammy smiled down at Bobby then turned and went back upstairs. He thought it was nice of Bobby to say but Dean was the one that was worth caring about. Dean was always there as he tried to fix, save and help everyone. Unless of course they were messing with Sammy then he was there to fuck them up. Sammy looked around as if he was afraid someone heard him cuss in his head. He shook his head because that was silly. As he tromped to his room he shared with Dean he decided maybe if he read for a little while he might get sleepy. He grabbed his bag that he kept his books in… he would probably leave them here if he finished reading them. Bobby told him he could leave anything he wanted in the room and it would be there when he came back. So far he had kept his word. He just wished he'd started doing it before Dean lost his yearbook. He'd actually started collecting things Dean left behind after that had happened and Dean had been so sad about leaving it behind. It was after that that Dean stopped caring about too many things, he said you eventually had to leave them behind anyways. He stopped as a sudden thought hit him, What if he was one of things that Dean would learn to except as a okay thing to give up? He shook his head as he wondered was dad trying to get Dean to forget him? He rushed into the room and grabbed his bag. As he dumped it on the bed he was shocked to find all kinds of candy and stuff as it fell out along with his books and the picture in the bottom he was looking for. There was a folded piece of notebook paper taped to it. He pulled it carefully off the picture and as looked at it he recognized Dean's handwriting immediately. Just his name was on the front. As he opened it he glanced at the candy, he reached for a Hershey's bar that seemed to be calling to him. He ripped it open and started chewing as he read, Little brother, I know you and Dad want me to let you grow up. I am trying but this is my job. I picked it. No one forced me to become Sammy's watchdog. I'm not chained to you. But I am bound to you. We have a brother bond and that Sammy is unbreakable. From the first time mom laid you in my arms and you grabbed my finger in your fist and smiled at me… that was the time that bond was forged and I don't want to break it. So, I choose not to. By the way, I "obtained" this candy for you because I felt bad that you were sick and knew when you got to feeling better you would pull out one of your books and read. Then you would be ready for candy. So enjoy. But save me a bag of M&M's bitch. Bros, Dean Looking down he was shocked to see he's eaten three candy bars and a bag of M&M's. He grabbed all the candy and shove it back in the bag and zipped it up he rushed over and shove it in the closet. He slammed the door shut and as he leaned against it, he tried to catch his breath. He started to feel sick. No wonder he was fat. He ate automatically. He didn't even think about what he shoved in there. That had to change! He needed to be aware of what was going on around him. He jumped when he heard Bobby yell up the stairs, "Boy, You okay?" "Yeah, Uncle Bobby… I… I tripped… sorry." Sammy stuttered as he pushed away from the door to the closet and started across the room. He stumbled to a stop as his stomach cramped up and he groaned out load. He lurched to the bathroom as he tried to hold back the vomit he felt rising hotly up to make an appearance. He slammed the door shut behind him as he threw up in the toilet. When he was finally done he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and went to brush his teeth. TBC |
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