1KK. SO THIS IS MY THIRD STORY!!MY THREEQUEL! I USED ALL THE SUGGESTIONS FROM MY READERS..THEY HELPED A LOT. SO THANK U ALL VERY MUCH!
Sam Is 16
Dean- 20
Hunting isn't everything!
Dean had awoken with a splitting headache today and it felt like however many pain pills he popped in the pain never retreated. He of course didn't say anything to his father. They were going on a hunt in and hour. He had to push the headache aside fo r the time being. He put his fingers to his temples and made soothing circles hoping to decrease some pain. But it didn't of course because nothing ever lucky happened to Dean...minus Sam that is.
Sam entered the room to find Dean rubbing his head. He knew before he asked that Dean had a headache. Their brotherly bond was so good that when ever one was sick or hurt the other one knew.
"Dean, you got a headache?"
"Yeah Sammy..I'm fine, don't worry."
"Its Sam! Sammy is such a wuse name."
"Yeah well I remember telling you that when we were younger. You never stopped calling me...anyway you were like 12 before you stopped."
"What's the matter Dean. Oops I'm sorry it's Deany."
"I swear to god you ever call me that again I'll kill you."
"Yeah I know...seriously are you okay? Maybe you shouldn't go on the hunt tonight. Me and Dad'll be fine."
"NO!" Dean couldn't not go on a hunt. He had to be there to protect Sammy, it was his job and no way he was letting Sam and his dad go on a hunt alone. They'd probably kill Each other instead of the spirit.
"I'm fine dude..just need some aspirins is all."
Sam eyed Dean, he knew Dean was lying but he also knew there was no use in trying to argue with him either. He sighed deeply.. "Fine."
"Don't tell dad."
"..okay, I won't. But he should be able to tell...he's are dad but he never knows does he?"
"Give him some slack Sam..he does the best he can."
"Yeah, whatever. I'm gonna go get ready."
"Okay..I'm gonna rest a little..come get me when its time to go?"
"Yeah okay..." right before he turned the corner of their door way he yelled "..DEANY!"
Dean reacted quick by throwing a pillow in Sam's direction. He never should have brought that up..he was gonna pay now.
"Btch!"
"Jerk!" was the reply from Sam as he walked away.
Dean rested back, closing his eyes he didn't even know he had fallen asleep until Sam was shaking the bed.
"Dean, Get up...Come on sleeping Deany." Sam smirked.
"Urgg..I hate you!"
"Yeah sure you do."
"Are we leaving?"
"Yeah, dad's in the car waiting..I told him you were taking a leak..I packed and cleaned your gun and loaded them with rock salt."
"Thanks Sammy."
"IT IS SAM!"
"Well you stop calling me "Deany" and I'll stop calling you Sammy." Dean knew it was a lie..heck even Sam knew that.
"Fine...Dean"
"Thank you..lets go."
Dean got up. His head wasn't as bad as before thankfully. But it still hurt like hell. He grabbed his bag and headed to the car. He had his head on the window the entire ride and only stirred when the impala stopped. He was 20 and even though the impala was his "baby" his dad always drove them to hunts..it bugged Dean but he knew better than to go up against his father..Sam on the other hand was a completely different story.
"Okay boys, it should be simple. The ghost of Roxanne Whollo was killed by her father, abused to death. Now when ever someone enters the house there found dead in the basement the next day. It should be easy to find the corpse..private cemetery."
"Okay dad..me and Sam look on that side..met back in the middle after 10 minutes."
"You know I am 16, I think I can go off on my own."
"NO!" John's words were law..well so he thought and Sam knew that it would be awhile before he could go off on his own..heck Dean was just allowed to go off looking about 1 year ago.
"Alright 10 minutes."
They all departed. John took the right side and Sam and Dean the left. They began to look for the tombstone that had Roxanne Whollo's name.
"Dad is so unfair."
"Sam he just doesn't want you to get hurt is all..neither do I and I feel better if your with me anyway."
"Aww..I felt that Dean, right here." He placed his hand over his heart and smirked at Dean
"You're such a girl Sam...even have the name of one."
"At least I don't look like one."
"You shouldn't play with me Sam I'll get you back."
"Yeah whatever...it's been 10 minutes should we head back?"
"Yeah, or dad will give us all hell."
They began the voyage back to the middle of the private cemetery. They saw their dad walking towards them.
" I found it follow me."
"Yes sir."
While they walk a cold breeze blew. It went through there bones..chilled them, the spirit was close by.
All of a sudden Dean was thrown out of the way and into a tree. He slumped down and groaned, his head hurt enough. He fought the darkness but eventually gave in.
"DEAN!!!"
Sam began to run to Dean but he to was thrown, he hit his head on a tombstone. Leaving a cut on his fore head. He continued though he got to his feet and made his way to Dean without another incident. He looked around for his dad and Saw him light a match and throw it into a whole before returning to Dean and Sam.
"Sam are you okay?"
"I'm fine..Dean's the one passed out..I knew he shouldn't have come."
"What?"
"Are you that stupid? Dean didn't feel good. He had a headache. You didn't even realize did you? Some dad you are."
"Don't you talk to me that way. I didn't know. He never tells me..only you." Johns tone was tight
"He didn't need to tell me dad. I knew. And now look. If he was okay he wouldn't have passed out. You should of noticed."
"Sam, you stop right there. We hunt these things and its dangerous someone is bound to get hurt."
"Yeah, but I'm usually the one to get hurt right? I suck at hunting..and if this." he nodded towards Dean. "..if this is what happens with hunting I don't know if I want to."
"What? Sam you've been hunting for 3 years you were excited, liked it. We save people-"
"Not everyone."
"But we try."
"I don't care. I've had it. I hate hunting..HATE IT! I hate always being the one to tag along and never do anything and even if I did I would hate. I'm not going to do this..I'm gonna make something of my life."
"Yeah what are you gonna do? And what me and Dean don't have a life?"
"College, lawyer. I don't know for sure but anything beats hunting..I can be normal. And no you don't have a life. Well Dean does, he's always there for me and is having fun. You...your whole life revolves around Hunting..you don't care what happens to us as long as you kill the son of a Btch."
That was it John had had enough of Sam's mouth. He was angry..furious and it got the better of him. Without any thought he raised his hand and punched Sam in the cheek . An imprint of his fist was on his cheek and I small cut added to the blood from his cut on his fore head. it was from his ring...his wedding ring and he had used it to hurt his son. Sam looked bewildered. His father had never hit him. Sure he got mad and yelled but never hit, until now.
Sam got angry as well and glared at his father.
"You've always wanted to do that haven't you?"
John starred wide eyed. He just hit his son, he didn't mean to he never hit his boys..but there was a first time for everything.
"What? Sam I've..I didn't..-"
"Save it dad...I can't wait to leave...and you know I will and that gets you mad but get over it..cause I'm leaving."
"No, you're only 16, a minor and still in my custody."
"Only for 2 more years."
"Sam, I've had it now...get your brother and go. I got to go somewhere.."
"Yeah you always do."
Without another word Sam bent down to Dean and wrapped his arm around his neck. Dean groaned before slowly coming back to consciousness. He leaned against Sam as they walked. He felt light headed and hoped a good nights sleep would do the trick. They made it to the cr and Sam helped Dean into the passenger seat. He then went to the drivers side. It was good thing he had his learner's's permit.
"Where's ..dad?"
"I don't know, he's going somewhere."
"Okay."
They drove in silence. Sam kept replaying the scene when his father had hit him. He was shocked he never thought his dad was capable of that. They returned to the motel. Dean was feeling better. It was confusing. It was like all he needed to do was pass out..ironic. Dean walked into the room and found the first aid kit. He popped 2 more aspirins to make sure his headache would stay away when he looked at Sam with blood coming from two cuts on his face. He walked over to Sam quickly and stood right in front of him and began to examine the cuts.
"Sam, what the hell happened to you?"