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Chapter 28; Dean slams and runs...
Topic Started: May 1 2011, 01:28 PM (84 Views)
Crissi Marie
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Chapter 28

"Boys." John sighed as he stood and started pacing; he needed to let them know how he felt, but it was so hard to admit weakness in front of his boys.

The boys looked at each other as Sammy turned to stare at John he blurted out, "Please don't take Dean away again… I'll be good… I swear!"

John swiveled around to stare at Sammy; it wasn't hard to see Sammy was in full panic mode.

Dean muttered softly as he gave Sammy's arm a squeeze, "Ain't gonna happen, bro."

Sammy smiled gratefully at Dean before he looked back at their Dad.

"Why would you think that?" John blurted out not really understanding where the taking Dean away was coming from.

"You bought all that…" Sammy said with a nod towards the bed.

"Sammy I bought you guys those things to keep you from being bored." John sighed again as he looked sadly at them.

He guessed he deserved Sammy's wariness; he had taken the boys away from each other and he had Left Sammy. He had even went so far as to make him think he was alone... unwanted... shit.

"I…" John cleared his throat before he said, "I'm just going to go make you boys something to eat." And he turned and practically ran from the room.

Sammy was staring down at his hands as he mumbled, "I'm sorry, D."

"What'd I say about that?" Dean asked as he propped himself up against the wall to watch his little brother.

"Sor… Ow…" Sammy mumbled as he grabbed his arm where Dean had lightly punched him.

"We are going to make you better… then I'm kicking your ass for scaring the shit out of me." Dean said as he climbed out of the bed at the end and went over to the other bed to look in the bags of stuff. "You sure made Dad feel guilty… looks like he bought out the store."

"I wasn't trying to." Sammy said looking like he was about to apologize again.

"I know… hey, checkers." Dean commented distracted, grabbing the box of checkers to look it over.

"Later? I'm kinda tired." Sammy said softly.

"But you just woke up…" Dean argued as he dropped the box of checkers on the bed and then as he noticed how pale Sammy was turning he asked, "Hey, you're not going to puke are you?" he dropped the magazine he had picked up back in a bag as he took a step back towards his little brother.

Sammy shivered as he told Dean, "I'm just can't seem to stay warm."

"Why didn't you say something?" Dean asked as he walked over to the closet and yanked the door open, "I left your quilt here last time we were here so it wouldn't get left behind somewhere else. How bout that one?"

"It's here?" Sammy asked surprised before he said, "Cool… thanks… uh, D?"

"Yeah?" Dean asked as he pulled Sammy's quilt out of the pile of blankets in the closet.

"Dad." Sammy sighed before he continued, "Why do you think he hates me?"

"What?" Dean stopped what he was doing to turn and stare at Sammy. "Where did you get a dumbass idea like that?" Dean snapped flipping the quilt open and shaking it out before he covered Sammy with it. He tucked the quilt in around Sammy as he waited for him to answer.

Sammy looked down to stare at his hands as he said quietly, "Forget it. I didn't mean to say that."

"Well apparently you've been thinking it or it wouldn't have popped out, huh?" Dean asked as he sat down beside Sammy.

Sammy nodded as he lay back against the pillow, "Can I sleep for a little while?"

"No, I'm going to make you stay up and check out this stuff with me…" Dean replied sarcastically but at Sammy's wide eyed look he sighed as he told him, "Of course you can, jerk." He mussed up Sammy's hair but ruined the affect by pushing Sammy's bangs out of his eyes.

"You're the jerk." Sammy retorted with a yawn.

"Gotta keep you on your toes, bitch." Dean commented back with a grin. "I'm going to go down grab a sandwich, soda and chips and be right back, k?"

"You don't have to be in here when I sleep, D." Sammy said even though he really wanted him to be.

"Yeah well, when is there any other time I can draw shit on you that you don't notice?" Dean grinned even wider as he added, "Besides I want to be the first one to play checkers with you when you wake up so I gotta be first in line."

Sammy smiled at Dean as his eyes drifted closed; now that he was finally warm he might actually sleep for a longer amount of time. It seemed like he'd just get to sleep and he'd be awake again. He felt like he was never going to get enough sleep.

Dean waited until Sammy's breathing evened out before he headed downstairs. He needed food; he felt like he was starving.

Meanwhile John had made it to the kitchen to find Bobby reading a medical book. "Bobby."

"John." Bobby echoed in the same tone John had used without looking up from his book.

"They were wrong, weren't they?" John asked in an almost pleading voice.

Bobby looked up to study John before saying in a low voice. "I believe that it's not adding up right."

John sighed before he told Bobby, "Sammy was afraid I was taking Dean."

"Why would he think that?" Bobby asked still distracted by the book.

"I don't know. Maybe cause that's what I did last time?" John snapped angry at himself for not being able to make a quick escape out of the mess he had created.

"Don't get bitchy with me, John." Bobby growled back.

"Hey guys." Dean said as he walked in pretending like he hadn't been listening to them.

"Dean." John said softly as he watched Dean for any signs about what he might be thinking.

"Dad?" Dean said with a half shrug and a what do you want expression.

"He asleep?" Bobby asked with a glance up from his book to stare at Dean.

"Would I be down here if he wasn't?" Dean asked with a duh tone of voice.

Bobby rolled his eyes as he said dryly, "What was I thinking? Plate of sandwiches in the frig, soda beside it…"

Dean grinned and started to ask where his chips were when Bobby interrupted him, "Chips are already on the table."

Dean pulled open the door to the frig and grabbed the plate and set the soda on the plate so he could carry every thing one handed and kicked the door closed with his foot. Sitting everything down he plopped into the nearest chair. Taking a huge bite of his sandwich he said, "What?" when he kept being stared at by his father.

John asked Dean, "How do we fix this?"

"You really want me to tell you what I think?" Dean asked as his eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes, Dean." John said with a sigh.

"Well… first you." Dean swallowed and sat the rest of his food down as he continued, "You need to remember Sammy is his own person."

"Dean…" John sighed again.

"Dad…" Dean frowned at John before continuing, "He's not a carbon copy of me and you and I wouldn't want him to be."

"I don't treat him like I." John started but Bobby interrupted him, "Do you want him to tell you what he thinks or not?"

John closed his mouth and leaned back as he waited for Dean to continue.

"You got to let him know you love him just the way he is." Dean stated and then added, "Quirks and all."

"I do… just because I don't do all that touchy feely crap doesn't mean." John said as he tried to defend himself.

"Dude, he's eleven." Dean butted in to say as he rolled his eyes.

"So?" John said his confusion evident in his expression and his tone.

"He's a really good kid. But you're always telling him what he's doing wrong. I know he's clumsy and a little slow, but he will outgrow it… I did. But you can't ride his ass until he does. It's only going to make all of us miserable." Dean said gathering up his plate, drink and bag of chips.

"Where are you going?" John asked feeling a truck load of frustration welling up, "You're just going to slam me and run?"

Dean gave a small smile as he replied, "You asked dad."

TBC
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