Wee-Chester fan fiction
Dean-18
Sam-14
Sam's P.O.V
I sat on the new green couch, listening to a Nirvana C.D that played on my walkman. Even though Kurt was on full blast, I could still hear dad and Dean fighting. I could still feel the sting of their words.
"You aren't going Dean! I need you, Sammy needs you." Dad shouts.
"Oh, you need me dad? Well, where the fuck were you when I needed you dad? Huh? Where were you when Sammy and I needed cash because we didn't have enough to eat? Where were you when Sam and I didn't eat for days? Where the Hell have you been while I raised your goddamned son? You lost your right to tell me and Sammy what to do after you fucking left us Dad! So get off my goddamned back and get the Hell out of my fucking apartment!" Dean let dad have it. I could hear the tears in his voice.
"Dean, you and Sam are my sons, and I will always love you-"
"Oh that's a load of crap dad! You've ditched me and Sam at some fleabag motel every chance you got and every motherlovin' time you leave, something bad happens! Do you know how fucking heartbreaking it is to watch your little brother cry because there isn't enough for him to eat? Or how destroying it is to watch him go for days on end, refusing to eat his fill, because he's worrying that there won't be enough left for you? And do you know how fucked up it is to watch him sit by a goddamned door and wait for you to come home, hoping that you'll be there on time? No you fucking don't because you are never here Dad! I can't believe you still have the audacity to call yourself a damned father! If anything, I'm Sammy's dad now!" Dean was fuming now.
"Fuck you Dean." Was all dad said as he left.
Dean tapped my shoulder to get my attention, unaware to the fact that I could hear everything all along. "Go to your room Sam." He said. I got up from the couch and did as I was told. "There's some sandwich stuff in the fridge if you're hungry." Dean called after me. "Thanks Dean." I called back. As I entered my room, I heard the T.V turn on and the couch creak as Dean hopped on it. I stayed in my room for awhile, before my stomach started rumbling.
I tiptoed out of my room and listened for noise. The T.V was still running as I entered the kitchen and prepared two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I walked over to the couch where Dean was sitting, as I got closer, I saw tears in Dean's green eyes. I took a seat on the couch beside my older brother and handed him one of the sandwiches. He took it without a word. "Thanks Sammy." He sniffed, trying to make his tears evaporate. I nodded and leaned against him. "Thanks for being such a great dad, Dean." I whispered, taking a bite of my sandwich. Dean smiled and patted my head.
"You know you're a bitch right Sam?"
"You know you're a jerk right Dean?"
"Well played little brother, well played."