A/N: This is my first attempt at a multichapter stor
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Those boys are going to be death of me.
I hung up the phone and started gathering my things as it seems I had some traveling to do. It seems that Sam is sick and Dean is frantic and can't get in touch with John. I didn't waste time on getting specifics from the desperate teenager; the fact that he felt concerned enough to call me told me enough about the seriousness of the situation. Part of me was thankful that Sam was sick, because God knows I never would have heard from Dean if it was his own health at risk. Then again if Sam was the healthy one I might have heard earlier as that boy was far too practical to risk his brother out of stubborn pride; but that assumes Dean wouldn't hide his condition until he was on his deathbed.
I couldn't help but sigh as I started my old beaten up pick-up after calling Tom, my nearest neighbor, to look after the dog and make sure some the town punks didn't do anything stupid in my scrap yard, such as getting eaten by the dog. Luckily the boys were in an easy day drive, only about eight hours if I respected traffic signs, which I had no intention of doing. I hadn't seen them for months; since John and I's last blowout. John had a way of making you want to strangle him with your bare hands given any significant time with him and its not just me Pastor Jim and even Caleb have shared similar sentiments. I feel if you can even induce homicidal thoughts in a man of a cloth, than a sinner like me had no chance. In fact I'm pretty sure we all continue dealing with him mainly because of those two boys; I have no doubt that if it ever came to a true breaking point, I would never see the boys again, which is the only reason John isn't full of buckshot right this moment.
Plus, I knew Dean would never forgive me; that boy was loyal to a fault. Sam's reaction was always harder to pin down, some days I felt that he would help me load the gun, while others he would stand in front of it. The former attitude seemed increasingly common as he neared his teen years. Part of me even felt pity for John at the thought. Unlike Dean, who embraced this life, Sam would give him hell every step of the way; why was his favorite question and John was never one to explain himself. I chuckled at the thought. It was increasingly evident that Sam was very much his father's son even if both would kill you for saying it. Unlike his father though, he was not consumed by the pursuit of vengeance, but rather knowledge and I feared what that might mean for the little family, especially Dean, who would be the civilian casualty in the inevitable war between father and son. I shook my head to stop myself for borrowing trouble, but I couldn't stop my thoughts, especially when the youngest Winchester was in danger.
Lost in my thoughts of the two boys that had quickly wormed their way into my life since the first day John had dropped them off on my doorstep, I drove on, only stopping for a quick pit stop to fill the old girl's tank and grab something to appease the growling of my stomach. While I was shoveling some diner gruel into my gullet, my phone rang. It was Dean of course trying to get an estimated ETA. While his voice was calm, it was the false calm cracking at the edges.
"I am on my way and will be there as soon as I can. How is Sam?"
"He's stable I think, but he's not getting better." The frantic edge of Dean's voice had me signaling for the check and gathering my things so I could get back on the road as soon as humanely possible
"Just hold on, I'll be there in a few more hours" Less than that if I could manage it. Dean's "hurry' had me almost sprinting to my car as he hung up. At my age and weight I'm sure it was a sight to see. I threw the phone in the passenger seat as I climbed in the old truck. I might have even whispered a prayer; I'll deny it, but I was desperate, as I peeled out of the gas station heading east to West Bend, Wisconsin and two apparently desperate boys
A/N: Thanks for reading