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| Chapter 41; Castor oil and sleeping little brothers... | |
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| Crissi Marie | May 6 2011, 07:31 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 41 "You expect me to…" Dean snapped. "Calm down. Yes I do." John said as he watched Dean. "I need to make sure…" Dean began heatedly. "Dean I am sure you can take a break for a few hours everyday. There are three of us men here that can take turns with you so you can rest and not worry." Norton said with a smile. "Look, Norton. He's my brother, not yours and not theirs. Mine. My mom put him in my arms and gave me the job of being his big brother." he said as he pointed at Sammy. "I won't let her or him down." "Okay." Norton said with his hands up in surrender, "I understand." "Good. Pass the food. I'm starving." Dean said with a grin as he held out his good hand. John stared at Dean. He was so little when Mary died; he was surprised that he remembered so much about her. It also explained why Dean was always on the job. Both parents had told him it was his job to watch over Sammy and one of those parents was dead. It was ingrained in Dean. To him it was as simple as breathing. He couldn't help the swelling of pride he felt for his oldest. He knew without a doubt that Dean, even if he died today would be able to take care of his little brother. After the second stack of pancakes Dean handed the plate to John and reached for the last piece of bacon as he asked, "Was it breakfast time? What time is it?" "Does it matter?" Bobby asked, "It's one of your favorite meals so you can eat it anytime I fix it right boy?" Dean grinned as he lay back, "Yeah, thanks Uncle Bobby." Then he turned his attention to Sammy. He watched him a few seconds as his frown deepened he asked, "Shouldn't he be waking up now?" "Anytime now." Norton said as he looked at Dean, "This is probably the first good sleep he's had in awhile. He's simply catching up." Dean looked doubtfully at Sam as he said, "Yeah well if he doesn't wake up in the next hour I'm going to pinch him." John laughed out loud; here he was thinking how mature Dean was and then he says something like that. Bobby said with a grin, "You do and I'll pinch you." "Either of you pinch my patients and I will give you both a dose of caster oil." Norton said. "Like hell you will." Bobby snapped. "What's castor oil?" Dean asked curious at how quick Bobby was to respond. Norton started to respond only to have Bobby beat him to it, "Nasty shit, that's what it is! The taste stays with you forever. You will never forget the taste of it. My mom thought it was a cure all, every spring; she'd have all the kids line up and give them a dose. Every fall… same thing. Ugh… I need a beer." Bobby growled as he made an awful face as if he had tasted the stuff at that very moment. He left in a hurry without a backward glance. Norton laughed as he said, "Well that sure…" John stood just as quickly as he said, "Be back in ten, going grab a beer with Bobby." "Well…" Norton laughed as he said, "Now I know how to clear a room." Dean stared at him. "Mention bringing out the castor oil and I have them both on the run." Norton said with a smile towards Dean. Dean continued to stare. "Well," Norton shrugged as he said, "I thought it was funny." Dean asked finally, "Sammy's okay, right?" Norton stopped checking the IV and stared back at Dean, "Yeah Dean. He's okay." "You got to him in time to fix him?" Dean persisted as the worry shined bright in his eyes. "What?" Norton asked. "He won't die…" Dean asked and then bit his lip as he waited for his answer. "Not today and not because of this." At the look on Dean's face he amended, "He will recover fully. But we will need to teach him how to eat so he can be healthy, not what he's been doing." Dean studied the doctor before he asked, "So you think Bobby's right?" Norton nodded as he said softly, "He wants John acceptance and I know how hard that is to get sometimes…" He held up his hand to stop Dean from interrupting, "I'm not saying your dad don't love you both. Just sometimes he has tunnel vision and Sam gets lost in the shuffle." "He has me." Dean said defensively. "Good thing, too." Norton agreed with a nod. Dean narrowed his eyes as he studied Norton as he tried to decide if he was being sarcastic or not. "Dean, Sam's recovery wouldn't be going so fast if you weren't here supporting him. Honestly, if you weren't here…" Norton stared intently at him before he admitted softly, "He'd probably be dead." Dean's eyes jerked to Sam, still sleeping next to him not even realizing his hand had already made it to Sam's chest. The rise and fall of Sam's chest instantly calmed him. "Dean I'm not trying to scare you." Norton said gently. "Bang up job on that." Dean said with a heavy dose of sarcasm. "I just want you to know how important you are to Sam." Norton said bluntly as he picked up things and straightened up his medical supplies. "You couldn't just say… 'You are important to Sammy.' You have to tell…" Dean stopped as he felt Sammy once again try to turn over in his sleep. Sammy moaned in his sleep as he struggled to kick off the covers. He turned his head back and forth… "Sammy, it's okay. I got ya." Dean said softly in his ear, he instantly calmed down as he moved towards Dean's voice even in sleep. "That's what I'm talking about." Norton said as he changed the IV bag. Dean grinned as he said, "Well, he loves his big brother." "And it's obvious the feelings not mutual." Norton snarked back at Dean. "He needs to wake up." Dean said getting tired of not talking to Sam. "He's stirring it won't be long now." Norton replied. "Well, I think this trying out for the part of sleeping beauty is getting' old." Dean said with a sigh. TBC |
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