No Regrets. (A tag to Bad Boys)
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Dean stared out the window at the waiting Impala. He hadn't seen his little brother in the two months since Dad had abandoned him here to teach him a so-called lesson!
Dean knew he was being punished for being careless and not following his dad's orders to the letter, but contrary to what John believed, Dean hadn't suffered any penance by being here, bar one!
Truth was, he had found a temporary oasis with Sonny and the other kids.
It had been the first time he had effectively lived for such a long period away from home, away from hunting, away from...Sammy. He felt a lump coming to his throat as he tenderly contemplated his kid brother, leaning out of the back window, his floppy hair all over the place.
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What was that he was shaking about?
Dean smiled, his heart overflowing with love for Sammy. He was playing with the old plane that had been Dean's when he was a kid, and that John had made him leave behind at Bobby's years ago. Sammy must have gone looking for it.
Dean had no problem imagining that he had gone to bed with it, curling around it like a metal teddy bear just to remind himself of his big brother.
Sam was a smart kid and going to bed with a toy was something he had left behind well before he had found out about the hunting life, so Dean understood that Sam must have really been missing him to regress to doing such a thing.
He also knew it had to be annoying the shit out of John, as their father wanted them trained and capable warriors, and playing with a toy plane wasn't among his priorities! He wondered what excuses John had come up with to keep Sammy from bitching about his big brother's whereabouts, and continually asking when he would be coming home. Dad must have been very effective to have had any hope that Sam would quietly accept Dean's absence!
Maybe that's why Sam had been allowed to play with the plane!
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Dean didn't miss the oversized shirt that Sam was wearing either. It was one of his own cast-offs; too big still for his little brother, but he knew Sam loved wearing his stuff.
The kid hero-worshiped him, sometimes it was overwhelming!
Dean, Dean, Dean. His name became a litany on Sam's tongue. Sooner or later he'd count the number of times that Sam repeated it in any given day.
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He could feel Sonny's gaze at his back, waiting to hear Dean's decision.
Sonny had offered him a permanent home here, and Dean was grateful. Certainly he would have enjoyed going to the school dance with Robin, if he'd had the chance, but Dean had no hesitation, no regrets.
He gave Sammy one last lingering glance and met Sonny's eyes, thanking him but refusing his offer; an offer that he had never had any intention of accepting.
Soon he would be out there with Sam in the Impala; back to his life, back to the one person he loved unabashedly more than life itself.
Oh, Sammy could be a right pain in the ass at times, but that just made his puppy-eyed apologies even sweeter. He knew that Sam loved him back as intensely as he loved his little brother and though he had been good here with Sonny, the other boys and Robin; he knew where his heart lay, who possessed it and who always would, his little brother Sam.
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