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| Chapter 40; Dean's not happy... who going to learn that? | |
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| Crissi Marie | May 4 2011, 11:28 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 40 Hours had passed and John was back in the room as he waited for the boys to wake up from their drug induced sleep. John knew things would have to change. He knew that before Jamie fucking says shit just to piss him off Norton butted in. He really believed that Jamie had set out to do exactly that... piss him off. But John already knew he needed things to change in order to keep his kids with him. What he was struggling with was balancing their happiness with his need for them to stay safe above all else and the main problem with that was that they weren't safe without the skills to protect themselves. He needed to know if anything ever happened to him they could do just that. Dean was angry with him, he knew this; angry enough to walk away and take Sammy with him. Or well stay with Bobby and leave John to hunt alone. So he needed to fix this... sooner rather than later. He also knew he'd dragged his ass on the whole thing, but that was at an end. He needed to man up now. He ran a hand through his hair. Dean moaned as he turned over, and then sat straight up as he yelled out, "Sammy!" in a panic; Dean looked frantically around before he spotted Sammy next to him. With a sigh he fell back against the pillow as he tried to slow his breathing back to normal. "Dean?" John asked softly, "you okay?" Dean kept his eyes closed as he murmured, "nightmare." "About Sammy?" He guessed, before he added, "He's just sleeping. His vitals are fine, I've been checking." John hurriedly assured Dean. Dean nodded to let him know he'd heard as he said softly, "It was pretty real feeling." John agreed with a nod, "Dreams can be. We just need to make sure they don't become real." "Is that why you do the things that you do?" Dean asked curiously as he leaned up on his uninjured arm to look at his dad. John stared at him a few minutes and then nodded yes. Dean made an 'okay I can relate to that' face. "I'm sorry that sometimes I don't explain why I'm being such a hard ass. I just want you boys to be able to protect yourselves and each other if ever I'm not around." John finally admitted to his oldest. "Yeah dad I get it. I really do but Sammy's just a kid. He does really good for his age." Dean said with a proud glance at his sleeping baby brother. "But you were a lot more…" John began. "Dad, you gotta stop that. You will push him away. He's not me. He's Sammy… brain man in all his glory. I wasn't that smart at that age. I couldn't find the answer to any question you threw at me at his age… hell, I still can't." Dean said ending with a sigh of frustration. "But you could hit anything you shot at, you could run indefinitely. You…" John continued on with what he wanted to say. "Are different than Sammy. But Sammy is smart, loyal and dependable. He'd die for us… just like we would for him. So maybe in the parts that count… we are just alike." Dean said wisely. Tears welled up in John's eyes as he asked his oldest, "Looks like he's not the only smart one. When did you grow up to be so smart?" "Born that way." Dean smirked as he sat completely up and leaned back against the wall. "Yes. You both take so much after your mom." John stated as he stared at Dean. After several minutes of silence with John staring unblinkingly at Dean he began to fidget under the scrutiny finally asking John, "How are you planning on fixing this with Sam?" "I will be as honest as I can with you both, that's the best I can do." John said after several seconds of thinking about what he wanted to say. Dean nodded as he told his dad, "Dad he's a good kid. We are lucky to have him." "Dean I'm lucky to have you both. You both are so much more than I deserve." His father admitted as he turned slightly pink with embarrassment. Jumping in a different direction with the conversation Dean asked, "How long have I been asleep?" "Uh…" John looked at his watch. "About 8 hours or so." "What?" Dean asked surprised, "I never sleep that long… not at the same time. What if Sammy had needed me?" Dean started getting aggravated, "Shit." he muttered as he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sitting right here, Dean." John remarked slightly hurt that Dean had so easily discarded his presence. "I'm his brother." Dean snapped angry that the man who had given Sammy to him when he was four years old and told him to run to keep him safe was now trying to take him back. Well, it was too fucking late for that. "And I'm his father." John remarked. "Well, it's my job…" Dean started clearly intent on making a few things clear to his father. "It's my job. I've just been handing the responsibility over to you. For that I'm sorry." John said sadly. "Don't you ever apologize for Sammy." Dean growled so angry he was shaking with rage. "Dean I just meant…" John started but stopped when Sammy tried to turn over in his sleep. John started to stand only to sit back down when Dean immediately sat a hand on Sammy's chest as he leaned in close to whisper, "Shhhh. You need to lay still, bro. You will pull out your IV." Dean said softly as he patted Sammy gently. Sammy settled back down and stilled as he snaked a hand up to grip the sleeve of Dean's shirt. John shook his head and stood as he told Dean, "Since you have everything under control, I'll go see if Bobby wants to help me fix some lunch." Dean chuckled softly as he told John, "You… cook? Bobby's not going to let you anywhere near the stove." "I'm not that bad." John retorted with a smile. "After the last time you cooked, Bobby installed smoke detectors in the kitchen, library and his room. He also showed me where he put the fire extinguishers he bought incase you decided to cook while he wasn't here." "Really?" John asked with a grin. Dean nodded as he commented, "He showed Sammy as well as told him how to put out different types of fires." "Hey boy… that was one time." John grinned as he defended himself. "One time too many." Bobby said from the doorway as he walked in with a tray. "Hey, no way. I just woke up." Dean snapped as he spotted his pill bottle next to a plate of pancakes and bacon. "You will boy or I will ban you from taking care of Sam if you won't take care of you in the process." Bobby growled right back, unfazed by Dean's temper flare. "Dad?" whined Dean. "What he said." John agreed with Bobby. "Shit." Dean snapped under his breath. "The pills take away the pain." Bobby started to say. "Fine, Bobby point taken." Dean growled. "Feel better, Dean?" Norton asked as he walked into the room and saw Dean sitting up. Dean huffed as he said, "Yeah." "Good." Norton said as he walked over and checked Sammy's pulse. He nodded to himself as he felt Sammy's forehead. "He thrown up at all?" "What?" Dean looked at Norton with a horrified expression before he jerked his head back around to stare at Sammy. "I asked if he's thrown up at all." Norton repeated himself. "Dad! If he… I … what if… I am not going to take anything that makes me sleep." Dean stated as he placed his hand across his stomach to cradle his casted arm. "I gave him anti nauseous meds in his IV as well. I was just checking, Dean. It was a very slim possibility." Dr. Norton reassured him or at least tried to. "I won't chance Sammy…" Dean snapped while he anger increased tenfold. "Dean. Calm down." John stated firmly. TBC |
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