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Chapter 19; Dean pissed...
Topic Started: Apr 27 2011, 05:45 PM (104 Views)
Crissi Marie
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Chapter 19

Dean sat beside Sammy his tears having dried as he wondered how they could have gotten to this point.

Sammy groaned in his sleep and moved into Dean's touch on his face. Dean whispered gently, "Little brother, what is going on with you?"

Sammy opened his eyes in response to Dean's voice; dull unfocused eyes looked at him and then slowly started to close again.

"No, you don't little brother." Dean said as he rubbed his knuckles across Sammy's cheekbone.

Sammy's eyelids fluttered but remained closed.

"Come on, Sammy. I'm sorry. As soon as I could I got back here to you." Dean said as new unshed tears made it hard to see.

"Not real." Sammy mumbled as he tried to turn away.

"I swear to you on mom… I'm really here." Dean said something he never said, ever.

Sammy's eyes popped open as he questioned, "Dean?" His eyes finally focused on his older brother.

"Yeah?" Dean responded immediately as he continued watch his little brother closely.

"Why are you here?" Sammy asked dully.

"What? Where else would I be?" Dean asked surprised, as he wondered once again what the hell was going on.

Sammy closed his eyes as a tear slid free.

"Hey… hey now… you need to talk to me." Dean said softly.

Sammy opened his eyes once again to look at Dean with such sadness Dean's breath caught as he said, "Where else would I be except with my pain in the ass little brother?" as he tried to lighten the oppressive fear he was feeling.

"Too fun…" Sammy mumbled as he struggled to turn away from Dean.

Dean rubbed circles on Sammy's arm as he held him place, leaning in he asked, "Who told you that getting my ass handed to me was too much fun that I couldn't be here with you?" He tried really hard to control the anger he felt at whoever had hurt his brother.

Sammy opened his eyes to stare at Dean, "Sandra?"

"My nurse?" Dean asked as his thought flashed back to Bobby's statement 'haven't heard from you in weeks.'

"Sammy. The only Sandra I know was jabbing me with needles at the hospital." Dean said as he watched Sammy closely.

"Hospital?" Sammy looked startled as he reached for Dean, "You, K?" he asked before he let his hand drop away without actually touching him at all. "I'm sorry." Sammy mumbled as he let his eyes fall closed again.

"For what?" Dean asked and when he received no response he gave Sam a slight shake by the arm, "Sammy? For what?" He repeated.

"I tried to be good." Sammy whispered as he tried to turn into the pillow since Dean wouldn't let him turn away from him.

Dean sat stunned and more than a little confused a moment before he asked, "What Sammy?" He gave him another small shake as he told him, "You're the best person I know."

Sammy didn't move, twitch… anything.

Dean shook him again.

Still nothing.

He gently rolled him over with no resistance. He appeared to be asleep. Dean gently ran a finger from Sam's forehead down his temple and across his cheek to feather-light touch his nose just once. Nothing… yep, he was asleep.

He slowly rose so he wouldn't wake Sammy as he stood. Leaning over he tucked the blanket in around Sammy. Satisfied he was truly out he made his ways downstairs. He was in need of some answers and his dad was in need of giving them to him.

When he reached the doorway he turned and looked back at his little brother as he whispered, "I love you, Sammy." Then he turned and went downstairs with a determination that he would get answers as he marched angrily out the front door in search of his father.

He was quick to spot his father with Bobby almost immediately when he stepped out of the house onto the porch. They were sitting quietly together with John sporting an eye swollen shut and a broken nose and with a cut above the other eye. Bobby looked like he fared the best out of the two with only a scraped up chin. They both were holding beers as they turned to stare at Dean.

Dean stared at his father with his fists clenched at his sides. "So… just when were you planning on telling me that you did talked to Sammy." He waited only a fraction of a second before he continued, "And I'll bet you the impala that it was after I got hurt. Because… Sandra. Dad really? Come on, my nurse… You couldn't be honest with him and tell him that we fucked up and underestimated the son of a bitch and got my ass handed to me. So instead…" His voice rising in his anger, "You tell him I'm too busy to fuck with my little brother with some made up piece of ass to have time to waste on him…"

John stood up as he threw his beer against the house while he roared, "Don't you dare fucking talk…"

"Dare what, Dad?" Dean stormed as he lunged over to stand toe to toe with his dad. He was right on this one and he wasn't backing down. "Stand up to you when you've fucked up royally and you even know it?"

"Dean." John snarled warningly as he clenched his own fists in an attempt to control his own rising anger.

Bobby sat down his beer and stood up as he prepared to step in if necessary.

"I think you should go." Dean snapped as he stared his dad in the eye as he finished what he had to say, "Come back when you give a damn." and then he turned and stormed back into the house.

"Now you wait a fucking minute," John growled as he started to follow his oldest.

Bobby laid a hand on John's arm.

About twenty minutes later Dean heard the impala start and peel out of the driveway.

He told himself he didn't give a shit. He'd taken care of Sammy lots of time when their dad had been busy; this would be no different. He didn't care… He could kid himself all he wanted. Damn it, he did care…and it pissed him off.

Dean sighed as he sat quietly on Sammy's bed watching him sleep on his bed when Bobby walked in and sat down beside him.

Bobby clasped his hands together as he braced them on his legs as he waited for Dean to collect his thoughts and work through what he needed to in his head.

After several minutes Dean sighed again as he rubbed his uninjured hand through his hair as he finally asked, "How can Dad have turned into such a bastard?" he let his anger seep into his voice.

Bobby didn't say anything because he knew Dean wasn't finished with what he had to say.

"I mean when did we…" another sigh escaped before he continued, "When did it happen that the hunt became more important than us? It wasn't always like that… not like this." Dean looked at Bobby as unshed tears glistening in his eyes, "I remember when it was different Bobby." Dean mumbled. He bit his lip before he asked softly, "So he left, huh?" He'd been silently hoping he would stay and try to make it right.

Bobby reached up and clasped his shoulder, "Boy, he's getting a room in town."

At Dean's expression he added, "He didn't want to. He wanted to stay. But I made him go. Thought you needed time to work out some things."

Dean nodded as he gave Bobby a slight smile, "Yeah, I thought about borrowing some buckshot myself there for a few, Uncle Bobby."

Bobby gave Dean's shoulder another squeeze as he changed the subject in hopes of calming Dean's racing thoughts, "I called the guys and told them they could go home. I'd found you." He told him with a small smile and pat on the back.

"How long?" Dean asked as he stole a glance at Bobby before his eyes riveted back to Sammy.

"Two weeks." Bobby said quietly.

"And they hadn't found us? They aren't very good. Who'd you use?" Dean questioned suddenly becoming curious.

"I know… they sucked. But the best was here." Bobby smiled and then added with a shrug, "and with you. Caleb and Jim, you and your dad. I had to go second rate."

"Yeah, well. They need to find a new line of work." Dean commented dryly as he focused on Bobby.

"I basically told them that three days after they started looking." Bobby said with a slight grin.

"Why two weeks ago? Why not sooner?" Dean asked as he looked over at Sammy.

TBC
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