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Chapter 20; waiting...
Topic Started: Apr 27 2011, 05:46 PM (94 Views)
Crissi Marie
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Chapter 20

Bobby looked down a second or two before he turned his gaze back to Dean as he told him his voice saturated with guilt, "I'm sorry Dean. I didn't catch it sooner."

"What?" Dean asked his jaw flinched as he thought frantically, I will not panic.

Bobby stared at Dean a few seconds before he told him, "Two weeks ago, Sammy passed out in the yard playing with the puppies." He gave a deep sigh, he had been dreading the telling of this since it happened, "I couldn't wake him up. I rushed him to the hospital."

Dean rubbed at his temple as he tried desperately not to freak.

"Dean he spent a week there." Bobby told him bluntly because he knew he needed to be upfront with Dean; he deserved that much so he added, "He said he felt like a lab rat they ran so many tests."

"And?" Dean asked even though he felt like a bomb was about to drop on him.

"They found no reason for him collapsing like that." Bobby said softly.

"Their doctors… they have to know…" Dean stopped took a deep breath and started again, "How can they say that there's no reason…"

"That's when they told me about his weight." Bobby interrupted as he tried to get everything out in the open as quick as possible.

"And you tried to call?" Dean asked for clarification.

"Dean, I've been trying!" Bobby growled frustrated as he stood and turned to face Dean, "That's when I called in favors and set the boys out to find you." Bobby grabbed his cap and yanked it off and ran a hand through his hair before he continued, "I had Sharnel, Tompkins, Deeks, Milo and Tremke all looking for your asses. Gave them all known alias and I got nothing." With that said he slammed the cap back on his head.

Dean chewed his lip before he stated he told Bobby, "Yeah, the town we had the case in didn't have a hospital, the nearest hospital was 175 miles away. Dad used a new alias on this job." Dean tried for a small grin before he added, "Hayes Olathe Sr. and Jr. Do I look like a Haze to you? Or a junior? I told him it was a stupid name." Dean dropped his head in his hands as he mumbled, "I knew he was sick and I still left. What kind of brother does that make me?"

Bobby rubbed a couple of circles on Dean's back before he dropped his hand and moved it back to his own lap. "Boy, you didn't abandon him. You had a job to do. You were coming back in two weeks. You didn't plan to leave him alone that long." Bobby told Dean as he tried to comfort him.

"He depends on me. ME, Bobby. I don't let him down. I never have… and then when he needs me the most." He stopped and then started again. "If anything happens… I just." He stopped again as he clamped his lips shut and jumped up. He stumbled away from the bed only to turn to walk backward as he told Bobby in a desperately angry voice, "He better make it or you'll be the only survivor." With that said Dean turned away and ran blindly from the room.

If Sammy didn't survive this dad was a dead man… I'm so going to hell for that. Dean thought wildly as he ran down the stairs. As he made it to the front door and slammed through it his thoughts became even more scrambled as his brain kept going; he'd be twice damned, once for killing dad and once for doing himself in. He didn't even hear Bobby yell his name from the front porch he was so distraught.

He ran for several minutes before he collapsed against a stack of rusty cars. He drew his knees up and wrapped his arms around them as he laid his head down and cried. He'd always had Sammy around and he wasn't ready to say goodbye.

After a while of being all cried out he finally raised his head and leaned back against the old rusted out bed of the ford he was propped up against. He banged the back of his head slowly as he sat staring off into space.

Several more minutes later he stood and dusted off. Down to business. He had to get back to Sammy. He had to fix this. He had no other choices. He wasn't giving up… not on Sammy. Never going to happen, he thought stubbornly.

He headed back to his little brother and the house he was currently sleeping in. When he walked onto the porch he had to smile when Bobby met him at the door and silently held the screen door open for him to walk through.

"He awake?" Dean asked simply.

Bobby shook his head no.

Dean gave him an embarrassed grin as he told him, "Sorry about earlier it won't happen again."

Bobby replied softly, "It's okay, boy. Emotions happen."

"Not to a Winchester." Dean stated firmly with a frown, "Well, except Sammy." Dean amended with another grin.

"It's okay to show you're human, Dean." Bobby told Dean flatly.

Dean replied, "That wasn't showing I'm human, Uncle Bobby. That was showing sissy-hood." Dean stated as he walked past and towards the stairs.

"Sissy-hood? What the hell?" Bobby started but Dean interrupted him.

"Chick flick moment from hell." Dean shrugged as he walked up the stairs while he looked back at Bobby. "Dad hates them."

Bobby muttered under his breath, "Yeah, well maybe that's part of the problem."

"What?" Dean asked as he stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down at Bobby.

"Nothing boy. You hungry?" Bobby asked aloud in his normal voice.

"When am I not?" Dean asked heading the rest of the way to their room; as he wandered down the hall and into the room he stopped once again to stare across the room at his sleeping baby brother. "Sammy…" He whispered as he slowly made his way over to him. As he looked down at him he again wondered why he was so sick.

Dean wished his mom was around, she would know how to fix this. Hell, it would never have happened in the first place. She would have made sure… Their lives would have been so different if she had only lived. He sat down on the floor next to Sammy's bed and leaned back against it as he watched his brother. He sighed tiredly as he rubbed at his eyes as he thought if mom had lived… he rubbed at his eyes again… dad would have kept his half of the garage… they'd still be in the house in Lawrence. He'd help dad after school and on the weekends when he wasn't busy playing baseball.

Sammy would still be a geek. The brain of the family, probably involved in every after school activity known to man. Mom would be there when they got home from school with a hug and a smile.

CRAP! Dean rubbed at his face. He needed to stop the freakin' what ifs. This… this was their reality. Their lives. No bed of roses… not even a sleeping bag of dandelions for them. No they got the crap road… Dean stumbled to his feet. He realized he was dog dead tired. He always let his mind wander down useless paths when he was bone weary. He yawned as he rubbed at his face again and then up to his hair as he made it stick up everywhere.

What was wrong with Sammy? Maybe he'd caught something in the woods that night. He thought as he paced to keep himself awake. Maybe he could research that area for unexplained illness; he'd ask Bobby what he thought. Sammy would be okay right now if he hadn't stayed and played video games… who the hell was he kidding, he'd been flirting with some girl. A girl whose name he didn't even remember.

And now he was going to loose his baby brother? "Sammy…" He murmured out loud, "You can't do this to me…" He whispered while he walked over to the bed. "I can't loose you, too. I can't…" His breath hitched as he stopped and walked over to the bedroom closet and slammed his uninjured fist into it. As he shook his hand he hissed in pain while he turned to look around the room as if it held the answers he craved. He rubbed at his eyes once again before he walked back to the bed and his sleeping Sammy.

He barely brushed at the hair that covered Sammy's forehead and fell down to cover his eyes; Sammy startled him when he opened his eyes and blinked up at him. "Sammy." Dean said happily.

TBC
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