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| Chapter 21; Brunch and Lunner... | |
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| Crissi Marie | May 1 2011, 01:17 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 21 "Sammy." Dean repeated as he sat down beside Sammy on the bed a huge grin on his face, "'bout time you woke up. I was about to drop from boredom!" Sammy frowned in confusion as he asked, "You back?" He gave a quick glance around the room and felt relieved not to find his father there. "Yeah, little brother. I'm back." Dean stated firmly as he pushed the hair out of Sammy's eyes. Sammy blinked and his frown deepened as he asked, "Why?" Dean returned the frown as he asked; his voice acquiring a hint of frustration, "Why the hell wouldn't I be?" "Busy." Sammy muttered, "It's okay. Don't need me to be a hunter." Sammy gave him a small smile before he again closed his eyes. Dean snapped quickly, "Quit doing that." How was he supposed to talk with Sammy if he kept falling back to sleep? He thought silently as his frustration levels increased. Sammy's body jerked as he startled at Dean's tone his eyes popping back open to stare wide-eyed at Dean. Dean took a deep breath before he told Sammy in a quieter voice, "Quit saying shit like that and then passing out before I can respond." "Sorry." Sammy stated automatically. "Don't be sorry. Just stop… I need my pain in the ass little brother, okay? What's the point of being here if you're not?" Dean asked and at the expression on Sammy's face he said with a slight grin, "I'm kinda used to you now, bitch." Sammy smiled back as he said tiredly, "jerk." Dean mussed up Sammy's hair as he told him, "Uncle Bobby's making us food. I don't know about you but I'm starving." "When aren't you?" Sammy commented with a slight grin. Dean chuckled as he told him, "We'll have… well it's after lunch and before dinner… he's bringing us lunner." "Lunner?" Sammy questioned with a look of almost disbelief on his face. "A meal between breakfast and lunch is called Brunch. So it only makes sense that a meal between lunch and dinner is Lunner." Dean explained with a shrug. "Weirdo." Sammy muttered as his grin broadened the longer he stared at his brother. "Smartass." Dean retorted with a return smile. "jerk." Sammy shot back with a full Sammy smile, which always included dimples. "bitch." Dean replied with a laugh, he was enjoying the bantering back and forth with Sammy. He realized at that moment how he just enjoyed being with his brother. "Boys… Lunner is served." Bobby announced when he walked into the room. "See…" Dean said smugly complete with a smirk for Sammy and then he grinned at Bobby for playing along to lighten the mood. "Thanks, Uncle Bobby. You made him worse." Sammy snarked sarcastically glancing from Dean to Bobby and back. "I had nothing to do with that. Found him that way." Bobby replied flippantly. "What way?" Sammy asked enjoying the tension free moment as his look landed on Bobby once again. "Yeah, what way?" Dean echoed as he watched Sammy's expression. "Little shit." Bobby commented when he handed Dean a sandwich and then he placed the tray on the end of the bed while he helped Sammy sit up. Dean laid his sandwich on the nightstand as he fluffed up a pillow for Sammy and then shoved it behind his head. After he picked his sandwich back up and took a huge bite he asked, "If I'm a little shit, what does that make Sammy?" with a nod towards Sammy. Sammy was occupied with Dean's mouthful talking at that moment. "Ewh." he muttered at the same time Bobby replied, "Him? A littler shit." He handed Sammy a cup of broth. Sammy looked at it with a grimace before he took it and started to sit it down. "Nuh… uh, Sammy." Dean admonished Sammy as he put his hand under the cup and steered it back towards Sammy. "But, D…" Sammy started to argue the whine evident in his voice. "Don't but D me. You need to at least try." Dean said sternly and then at Sammy's expression Dean added, "Please, Sammy." he waited a couple of seconds before he threw in the two words that always got him his way, "for me." At Sammy's nod Dean smiled and took another bite this time he kept his mouth shut to Sammy's relief. He thought he might puke just looking at all that food being mauled, mangled and then inhaled by his big brother. Sammy felt the now familiar discomfort he'd come to recognize right before he'd throw up. NO, no… he thought silently, can't be sick in front of Dean. He'd given up the concept of not doing it in front of Bobby long ago. He guessed he trained his body too well… if he had to eat… you eat and then puke. So now he didn't even have to make himself. Dean would be so pissed if he knew the truth. But he was finally smaller. Dad would be happy and Dad would see nothing wrong with the way he looked now. Maybe Dean would be okay with it if he built up some muscle? He was just so tired all the time… maybe… "Run with me?" Sammy asked Dean before it even registered to him he'd asked a question. "What?" Dean asked shocked his mouth full of his second sandwich. Bobby had slipped out of the room to get chips and another Pepsi for Dean so he missed the exchange between the brothers. "Did you just say?" Dean started to ask after he swallowed his mouthful of food. Sammy gagged and tried to sit his cup of broth down abrubtly ending Dean's questioning. Dean dropped his sandwich and grabbed the cup from Sammy, even as he cursed only having one hand, he sat it on the side table. Sammy swallowed convulsively as he tried desperately not to puke; it was apparently now a foreign concept to his body. Dean quickly sat a bowl in his lap that he'd grabbed from the floor and then grabbed Sammy to pull him up as he rubbed circles on his back. "Jeez, Sammy it was only one sip." Dean bit his lip before he added, "You gotta eat." Sammy fell back on Dean's arm resting his head against it as he closed his eyes. He thought silently, Dean came back. This time Dean was back. He smiled as he murmured, "Sorry." "Don't be sorry. Just keep trying. You did good. You kept it down." Dean said encouragingly. But inside Dean's own stomach turned as he worried about his Sammy. Half a cup of broth down and Dean felt victorious. Sammy hadn't thrown up; at least not yet, he amended in his head. Sammy pushed the cup away as he moaned, "No more, D." he held his arms across his stomach to try to ease the cramps. He'd refused to drink anymore after a couple of tries so Dean had taken over. He'd held the cup to Sammy's lips as he forced him to take little sips or let it dribble down his chin. Yuk, he hated how that felt. Dean looked at him as he held the cup and he bargained, "One more." "Please, D… I can't." Sammy pleaded as he inacted the puppy dog look. Dean studied him a few seconds before he gave a quick nod in agreement as he sat the cup down. "I'll make you a deal. You don't throw up what you've already drank and I won't make you drink anymore for a couple of hours." At the frown that appeared from Sammy he added quickly, "Deal?" Sammy sighed as he tried to slide further down on the bed before he finally whispered, "Deal." "Good." Dean said when his foot scooted forward he leaned back a little as he tried to stretch, he felt something squishy. "Shit." He mumbled as he leaned down to investigate. He picked up his sandwich with two fingers as he murmured, "what a waste." "Yuk." Sammy commented as he closed his eyes. "Yep," Dean agreed as he tossed it into the bowl still next to Sammy and then set it on the floor beside the bed. "Love ya, D." Sammy added sleepily. Dean grinned as he replied, "Sissy." "I know you are." Sammy said with a grin as his eyes remained closed. "bitch." Dean said as he messed up Sammy's hair again. Smiling at the hair when it stood on end he commented, "that's a good look for you." "Girl." Sammy slurred out tiredly. "Oh, hell… shut up, I love you too." Dean felt the tension slowly leave his body as he joked with his little brother now finally back where he belonged, under his care. Sammy snickered as he retorted, "sissy." Dean laughed as he told Sammy, "Just wait until you get better. I'm so kicking your ass." Dean sat watching Sammy as he fell asleep. He knew as Sammy's features relaxed that he was actually going to sleep and not faking it to get out of eating. TBC |
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