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| Chapter 22; Doodles and their readers... | |
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| Crissi Marie | May 1 2011, 01:19 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 22 A few minutes went by before Bobby came back in and said, "Head's up." as he tossed a bag of chips at Dean. Dean caught it one handed as he grinned at Bobby. "Shit Dean. Sorry boy… I forgot." Bobby said as he walked the Pepsi over and handed it to Dean. "I forgive you. I know it probably is getting hard to remember things... old man." Dean said and then ruined it with a grin. "Brat." Bobby commented as he smiled back. Dean laid his chips down and held out the Pepsi towards Bobby, "How about a beer? I could really…" "Hell no boy. Are you…" Bobby started with a stern frown. Sammy interrupted Bobby to say quietly, "Dad lets him. Says if he can do the job of a man; he should be allowed to drink…" Dean looked at him surprised; he'd really thought Sammy was asleep. Maybe the noise of the chips being caught had woke him up? Bobby scoffed as he stated, "Well, your dad is…" and then Bobby clamped his mouth shut before he muttered, "Drink your damn Pepsi." Sammy smiled even though he'd never opened his eyes during the whole conversation. Dean watched Sammy before he said gently, "Just sleep… I'll be here when you wake." Sammy slurred out his question, "Promise?" "Yeah bitch, I promise." Dean said quietly. "Thanks jerk." Sammy murmured. Dean sat still several seconds before he moved; now certain Sammy was asleep he turned to Bobby. He studied Bobby before he asked, "How much has he been eating?" Bobby sighed as he told Dean, "The broth you gave him is the most he's eaten in awhile. Well eaten and kept down anyways." Dean ran a hand through his hair as he said, "But that's insane. And the doctors?" "Dean." Bobby said his name in a way that let him know he didn't want to talk about it. "And the doctors?" Dean repeated in an 'I may be 15 but don't fuck with me on this' voice. "Dean… later." Bobby said but at Dean's glare he was quick to add, "I promise, boy." Dean crinkled his nose in frustration as he nodded. He didn't have to like it to understand it. Sammy could overhear what they said and depending on what the doctors had told Bobby it could be bad. Bobby could tell by the expressions that flickered across Dean's face that he was working through it and coming up with what Bobby needed him to. They sat a few minutes in silence before Dean spoke up as he held up the Pepsi, "I wish it was a beer." "Yeah, well, your dad's an idgit." Bobby growled while he shook his head in disgust. Dean laughed as he said, "Yeah, that might be true but he did supply the beer." "Not in this house until you're older." Bobby snapped as he added a glare to let him know he meant business. Dean smiled as he looked over his Pepsi can at Bobby while he asked, "Did he leave my stuff?" Bobby reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills as he handed them to Dean he said, "John said to make sure you take those. Your bag is outside in the hallway." Dean frowned angrily as he himself growled, "Did he even ask?" Bobby knew what Dean was asking, had John asked about Sammy. Bobby bit his lip. He wouldn't lie to Dean so he looked away. "Dammit." Dean snarled as he stood and threw the Pepsi and then the pills at the wall. "Tell him to stay the fuck away. We don't need him. I'll do this on my own." "Dean." Bobby said quietly. "What?" He snapped still pissed at his dad. Bobby sighed as he stood. "You want to talk… I'll be downstairs." Dean grabbed his arm to stop him and when Bobby looked at him he told him, "Thank you." Bobby nodded and turned back again to leave the room. He had talked big to Bobby but he really had no idea how to fix this. Sammy was so sick and he had no idea why. He stood looking at Sammy asleep and then turned quickly towards the door. He would talk to Bobby and then come back up before Sammy woke. He found Bobby in the library pouring himself a shot of the 'good' stuff. Dean cleared his throat as he came through the doorway. Bobby startled and then said smugly, "I'm old. I can do what ever the hell I want." Dean laughed but sobered quickly as he asked, "The doctors they sent him home not knowing what was wrong… why would they do that?" Bobby swallowed the shot and poured another and threw it back as well. "Get hammered… I'm not going away." Dean stated as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door jam. "Dean… doctors don't know everything." Bobby informed him as he took another shot. "Yeah, but it was enough to panic you and send five hunters out looking for us." Dean commented. As he watched Bobby he knew he didn't want to hear it but he also knew he had to. "Dean, please just… Sammy seems better now that you're here. Can't we leave it at that?" Bobby begged not quite looking Dean in the eye. "Uncle Bobby. I can drive to the hospital and steal the records myself. Hold a gun on someone until they talk to me… I can…" Dean ticked off his list but was interrupted by Bobby. "They told me to notify family and get them here…" Bobby snapped and threw back another shot. Dean shook his head blinking before he stuttered, "But… I thought you… I… you said…" "Dean… " Bobby said as he looked at Dean. "No, " Dean snapped as he straightened up and away from the frame he was leaning on as he let his hands drop, "He's eleven years old." Bobby stood up as he sat his shot glass down and came around the desk. "If they don't know what's wrong… how can they just decide he's going to die?" Dean asked desperately as he begged answers from Bobby. "Dean." Bobby said again as he walked slowly towards him. "Bobby. Stop. I just… I need you to not touch me right now." Dean stated when he held his hands up as if to ward off Bobby. Bobby instantly stopped as he held up his own hands up to show Dean he wasn't reaching for him. Dean started chewing a nail as he thought about what was happening before he dropped his hand and said, "Tell me… did he…" Dean ran a hand through his hair then continued, "Was he worried about us?" "Yeah, of course." Bobby said as he stared at Dean. "He read books?" Dean asked. Bobby's eyebrows shot up as he watched Dean before he finally asked Dean, "What are you thinking?" "Did he read books while he was waiting for us?" Dean repeated. "What has that got to do with…?" Bobby started. "I think… just did he?" Dean asked. Bobby tried to recall Sammy reading during the first couple weeks. "He was reading a book the first week but after…" Dean nodded as he looked around the room, "Where is the book he was reading?" Bobby blinked a couple of times as he chewed his lip before he turned and headed for the kitchen. Grabbing a book off the table he handed it to Dean, "What do you think you're going to find?" "He doodles." Dean commented with a shrug. "What?" Bobby asked clearly confused. "When he's upset, he doodles on a paper and then he ends up using it for a bookmark. I used to find out all kinds of shit that way. He just thinks I'm a mind reader." "When actually you're a doodle reader?" Bobby asked. "Yep." Dean said absentmindedly as he looked over the paper Sammy had put in the book as his place marker. TBC |
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