Hey everyone! I know its been forever since I've been on here and I apologize. But I wasn't in a good place and I got hit with massive writer's block but now I'm back. So hold on to your hats! LOL
This story had been in need of massive revising so I had to delete and readd. Also since this story is complete I'm going to work on uploading one or two chapters a week (or earlier if I see fit) I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1
More than anything Sam hated to be left behind. Ever since he was old enough to understand what it was that his father and big brother did, he was left behind. In motel rooms, in the car, it didn't matter, where he was left, it was just that he was always left behind while his father and brother got to go on hunts and kill the monsters. It wasn't fair and Sam hated it. At first, it wasn't that he wanted to go and kill the monsters himself; he just didn't like being left behind. It took him awhile but he finally understood it was because he was deaf and his father felt like he couldn't hunt because he couldn't hear. After he learned that, he wanted to be out there with them to prove to his father that, yes he was deaf, but he could still be just as good a hunter as them. Right now, he was sitting in the front seat of the impala waiting for his father and Dean to come back from hunting two werewolves.
Suddenly Sam sat up. He spotted a third werewolf headed toward Dean. He swallowed unsure of what to do. Sam had never used his voice in front of his father and he was afraid to. He was also afraid of attracting the werewolf to him. After constantly debating with himself, Sam shook his head; this was his chance to prove to his father he could do the job. He opened the glove compartment remembering that Dean had once mentioned keeping an extra gun loaded with silver bullets there. Grabbing the gun, he scrambled out of the car.
"Hey!"
The werewolf turned toward Sam just as Dean started rustling around in the bushes causing the werewolf to turn back toward its original target. Sam was terrified; he had to do something before the werewolf attacked Dean. So, he did the only thing he could think of, he shut his eyes and fired. He kept shooting till there were no more bullets in the gun. He opened his eyes and gasped. Dean was on the ground bleeding and the werewolf that Sam had thought he shot was being chased by his father and eventually ran away. Sam watched as their father loaded Dean into the backseat of the car before looking up at his angry face.
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" John yelled at his youngest. "You could've gotten Dean killed! That was the stupidest, most careless thing you have ever done. THIS is why we tell you to wait in the car."
Sam frowned as he struggled to read his father's lips since he was talking too fast, and understand what he was talking about. All he really managed to understand was "stupid", "you" and "Dean". John snatched the gun out of his hands and all but shoved him into the car as he drove them back to the motel.
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Dean groaned as he opened his eyes. He could tell right away that he lost a lot of blood. He blinked furiously trying to remember what happened when he remembered Sam and how scared he looked and shot to a sitting position.
"Careful there Ace," John soothed. "You're going to be okay as soon as I finish patching you up. Lie back down."
"Where's Sam?"
John didn't answer and Dean frowned, "Dad? Where's Sammy?"
John shrugged, "Probably sulking in the shower."
Dean frowned and sat up again, "What did you say to him?"
When John ignored his son and focused on stitching up Dean, he got mad, "Dad! What did you say to him?!"
John looked up at him, "Will you be still so I can finish stitching you up?"
Dean narrowed his eyes at his father's aversion tactic, "You yelled at him."
"Damn right I did. It was his fault you were attacked. I mean what on earth was he thinking? He was told to wait in the car. He just doesn't listen!"
Dean shook his head, "Dad, it wasn't his fault. He was trying to help."
John frowned, "Help?! How exactly is firing randomly in the air helping?" John mumbled, "Kid can't do a damn thing right."
Dean sighed. What could he say? This wasn't the first time their father grumbled, complaining about Sam. He shook his head, looking up when he spotted Sam coming out of the shower. He could tell from the red eyes that Sam had been crying. And frankly, he didn't blame the kid. He'd reassure him later.
Sam looked at Dean and could tell that they were talking about him. He had a feeling that their father was telling Dean how it was Sam's fault that Dean almost died and how useless he was. Sighing softly, he changed into his pajamas and climbed into the bed that he shared with his brother.
Once John finished stitching him up, Dean headed to the shower and fifteen minutes later, climbed into the bed alongside Sam. He touched Sam's shoulder, which was a sign for "hey". When Sam only sighed, Dean tapped his cheek. It was the sign for "look at me." Sam looked up.
Hey, it wasn't your fault I got hurt, Dean signed.
Sam nodded and signed back, Yes it was. If only I had stayed in the car-
I'd be dead.
Sam sighed again and averted his gaze for the moment.. Dean hated seeing that dejected look on his brother's face. More than anything, Dean hated that it was their father who put that look on his face. He stroked his brother's hair.
I love you Sammy. Don't worry about it okay? Just know that you actually saved my life.
Sam looked up at him with wide eyes. Really? He was asking. Dean nodded. Sam smiled as he laid his head on his pillow snuggled in his big brother's warmth.
John sat at the desk in the room pouring over his journal and other things he was using to track the Yellow Eyed Demon. He lifted, eyeing his sons in the bed and frowned. Sam was too codependent on his older brother and the need to help Sam with everything was weighing on Dean making him careless on hunts. John shook his head. This had to stop now. As much as he didn't like splitting his sons up, it was something that needed to be done. Dean was no good to him as long as Sam was around and Sam was no good to him period. Tomorrow, he'd make some calls but right now, he had work to do.
TBC