Hey! Its me again. Anything you recognize isn't mine. Standard warning for mature themes. And language of course. Think Dean during the ghostfacers episode. Y'all know what I am talking about. This has been sitting in my docs for a while so I know that it isn't good. As always, suggestions for where to take this story is appreciated. I am planning on making this my first multi- chapter story.
Dean was fucked.
Wait. Correction. Dean was seriously fucked. Well… technically Sammy was fucked too, but Dean didn't want him to know that. Hopefully, if Dean played his cards right, Dad would get back without Sammy having to know what was wrong at all.
So, I guess you will need a little backstory of exactly why Dean was so fucked that he could feel his soul descending onto another plane of existence. Let's shed some light on this entirely fucked up situation, shall we?
Dad was away a lot, and by alot, Dean means almost all of the time. But it was okay, really, because Dean knew how to take care of his little brother. He always had,and he always will. It was the only thing that made Dean feel useful. All Dad had to worry about was leaving enough resources to last until he got back.
This arrangement was usually fine. Dad had always, always, left enough money for Sam and Dean to get by. Well kind of. If Dean had to do a little bit of stealing here and there, nobody really needed to know. It was just a loaf of bread here, a little peanut butter there. Bananas were especially fun to steal be-
Oh god he was getting off track. Where was he? Oh yeah.
He Was Fucked, the Prequel. Written, directed by, and starring Dean fucking Winchester.
Dad had told Dean that he would be back in three days. It was a standard salt'n'burn. Nothing to worry about. He even knew exactly who the ghost was, and knew exactly where the bones were buried. So, after giving the take-care-of-Sammy speech and leaving two crumpled 20 dollar bills, he was out the door, the rumble of the Impala closely following his exit.
He was on his way to good ol' bumfuck ohio. Just a days drive away from where the remaining Winchester family was hunkering down. Three days gave him one day to drive there, one day to get some sleep and burn the bones, and one day to drive back. Three days.
Not bad. Dean had been left for a lot longer when he was a lot younger. Two long glorious weeks in sunny California. God, if Dean loved the place, that was nothing compared with how Sam practically drooled over the area. One day Dean would make sure to go back with Sam, if not just to check out the beach clad babes.
And there he was again. Jesus, his mind is all over the place now. It might be the six and a half cups of coffee that he has been guzzling every morning…. nah.
Anywho, Dad had promised him three days. No more. No less.
That was three weeks ago.. To be more precise, three weeks, three days, and fourteen hours ago. And all is not well in Dean town, to put it lightly.
Dad had paid for one week in the hotel. As one can imagine, that ran out two weeks ago. This caused Dean to dip into his super-secret-not-even-Dad-knows-about-it emergency fund of exactly 300 big ones. Woohoo, he's rich, he knows. Cue eye roll.
That would handle rent for an additional two weeks of this disgusting ass motel.
Trust Dean. He had been in every kind of motel. This one definitely did not rate very high on the list. There were so many bugs and roaches, that the crawlers should be paying rent.
God! Dean really needs to focus. After three weeks, this left him with 15 dollars to feed Sam and him, plus whatever was in the cupboards already.
Oh god, he's fucked.
That's only a little bit more than 2 dollars a day for the week. It is especially tough in a small town like one on the outskirts of ohio. On top of it being incredibly difficult to find a job, there are no big grocery stores. Only the privately owned ones that charge you like five dollars per water bottle. Has he expressed just how much he hated small towns?
Well, five dollars is a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point. Not only that, but if you get caught robbing the place, boohoo. That was the only place to shop. Now you can't get food there. This isn't really an issue for most of the people in this shitty town. They have money, it's fine for the old civilians. As for them?
As of today, they have a grand total of 10 dollars to their name. In order to just have Sam live through the next week, Dean had to think of something and fast. He just didn't know what else to do. There was nothing else to do. Unless he….
No. His Dad told him to stop doing that. Ever since he started going out in the field,he needed to be in tip-top shape. He couldn't afford to be all slow and stuff like a random civilian. He is slow enough as it is. At least that's what his Dad says. He is being ridiculous even thinking about doing this.
Yeah, he's being stupid. Dad was so pissed when he found out. Geeze. He couldn't even look him in the eye, that's how angry and disappointed he was. Every time he did catch his eye he would just give him this look that made him so guilty for angering him. Besides, the after effects weren't so fun either. If he did this he would have to feel that all over again. Besides, how could he protect Sammy if he was too dizzy to stand?
On the other hand, how can he protect him if he doesn't do this. He has a 12 year old to take care of. He is about to start growing and shit. He needs the food more that I do. The little pipsqueak. Besides. It will only be for a couple of days. Only until Dad gets back. He won't be that much longer, right? It will only be for a couple of days. Then he can go to that family diner on the corner with his Dad, and he will order a double bacon cheeseburger with extra fries and everything will be alright. He could totally do this.
He will do this, for Sammy, he thought as he finally stopped pondering and clicked the motels crappy lamp off, Shifting to a lying position.
Consequences be damned.