Anger's Outcome Ch. 2
Disclaimer: The Winchesters and everything related to them belongs to Kripke and the CW. I am not making a profit from this story.
Author's note: This story picks up three years after Anger's Betrayal
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Previously: "I'm sorry Dean, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to trust him to watch our backs on a hunt ever again. Starting bright and early tomorrow morning, I am going to start putting you boys through some stringent training exercises to make sure Sammy is ready for the next hunt whether he likes it or not." Unbeknownst to John or Dean, Sam had overheard the last half of their conversation as he stood outside the door.
Sammy stood completely dumbfounded and broken hearted outside the door after having heard what his father thought of him. He knew his dad was upset with him about the hunt, but he never realized just how little his dad thought of him, that his dad considered him to be useless and a liability on the hunt. "Why can't I just hate you?" he thought as he leaned against the wall of the house. "It would make things so much easier if I just didn't give a shit about you since you obviously feel that way about me."
Determined not to let his family see the devastation upon his face, Sammy schooled his features and walked in the house, tossing the bandages at his dad. "Here are the bandages you asked for from my sorry ass sir" He just couldn't keep the sarcasm from showing in his voice.
"Go to your room smartass. I'll deal with you later. Right now I've got something more important to do" John said as he grabbed the Impala keys off the dresser. He needed to go to the local hospital and appropriate some antibiotics for Dean's leg. John watched as Sammy walked to his room and slammed the door.
"I'm going to get you some antibiotics Dean. While I'm gone, you better talk to Sammy about that attitude of his before I have to straighten it out for him. He has disrespected me for the last time, next time it happens his ass will pay and I mean that literally" John said before storming out the door.
Dean sighed as he rested his head in his hands. The relationship between his dad and Sammy was becoming more and more embittered every day and Dean didn't know how long it would be before his family was completely shattered to pieces.
He was so tired of having to be the mediator between the two stubborn and hard headed men. He wondered if they even realized how much they put him into the middle of their freaking arguments.
Knowing that he it would be best to get Sammy in a better mood before their dad got back, he stood up and trudged his way down to Sammy's room, limping all the way. He stood by the closed door for a few minutes and listened. He didn't hear any objects bouncing off the walls so he figured it was safe to ask permission to enter.
Dean knocked on the door and said "Sammy, is it okay if I come in?"
"Leave me alone Dean, I don't feel like talking" was the curt reply he heard in answer to his question.
"Please don't push me away Sammy" Dean was encouraged to hear the sound of shuffling footsteps moving across the floor and the sound of the door unlocking. He slowly pushed the door open to see Sammy lying on his bed and facing the wall.
"Hey kiddo, can you please look at me?" Dean asked as he sat down on the edge of Sammy's bed and rubbed his back in a comforting manner. Something he had done since Sammy was a toddler.
"What's the use Dean, you're just going want to talk to me about fighting with dad. Do you think I'm so stupid too that I don't know dad sent you in here to talk to me?"
"That's not fair Sammy, you're putting words in my mouth that I didn't say. Please kiddo, turn over and look at me."
Releasing a huge sigh, Sam rolled over and sat up as he wrapped his arms around his knees and looked Dean in the eyes. "Okay, I'm looking at you" he said as he tried not to automatically glance away.
Dean was blown away by the look of despair that was so clearly showing on Sammy's face. "Oh shit, did he hear what dad had to say before he walked in the door earlier?" Dean wondered as he suddenly found it hard to swallow down the lump that was forming in his throat. Knowing that he had to be truthful with his baby brother no matter what, Dean said "I'll admit it that dad did tell me to talk to you about your attitude Sammy, he's not happy with the disrespect and if it keeps up he's going to take it out on your ass, and I think you know what he means."
"So let him belt me, he doesn't care about me anyway" Sammy intoned as he once again hid his face by putting his head down on his knees.
"Yes he does, he cares about you more than you know Sam, he just doesn't know how to show it sometimes" Dean uttered as he ran his fingers through Sammy's chocolate colored hair.
"Whatever, I'm really tired Dean. Can you please just leave so I can get some sleep?" Sam voiced without even looking up.
"Sure kiddo, I'm here if you need me" Dean said as he quietly left the room making sure to turn off the light and pull the door closed behind him. He felt so bad for Sammy but didn't know what to say to make things better. He could only hope for calmer waters come morning.
Twenty minutes later, Dean was sitting on the couch cleaning the last of their weapons when he heard the Impala pulling up outside. He got up and unlocked the door and opened it. He watched as John climbed out of the Impala carrying two pizza boxes and a six pack of beer. As John walked in the door, he said "Tell your brother to get his ass out here and eat."
"He's sleeping, he can warm some up later" Dean said before taking the pizza boxes from his dad's arms and placing them on the table. He then went to the cupboard and pulled out two plates for the pizza while his dad popped the top off of one of the beers. John pulled the antibiotics out of his pocket and tossed the bottle to Dean and said "Take one of those with your pizza."
After finishing their evening meal, Dean washed up the dishes while his father took a shower and went to bed. The last thing Dean did before turning in himself was to walk in Sammy's room and check on his baby brother. He tiptoed over to Sammy's bed and whispered "I wish things were better for you kiddo" before heading off to bed himself.
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Sam was woken up at four in the morning by the sound of his father's fist beating on the door. He groaned when he looked at the alarm clock and rolled over throwing a pillow over his head. Didn't his dad realize it was a school morning? He tried ignoring his dad until he heard him shout "Damn it Sam, get your lazy ass out of that bed right now before I kick the damn door in and yank you out myself."
"Alright, I'm up" Sam replied as he climbed out of the bed and pulled on a pair of jeans. He opened the door to see John standing with his hands on his hips. His dad didn't look too happy. "Shit, just what I need" he thought as he waited to see what his father's orders would be.
"Get a shirt and some shoes on boy. I've went easy on you for way too long. It's time to straighten your ass out with some intensive training" John grumbled before walking into the kitchen for a cup of strong coffee. As he sat sipping the hot brew, he was surprised to see Dean walk in wearing just his boxers and his hair all askew.
"What the hell is going on and why did you wake us up so early?" Dean said as he reached for his own cup of coffee.
"Sorry son, I didn't mean to wake you up, only Sammy" John stated as he gave Dean a curt smile. "It's time the kid learned to take care of himself so the intensive training starts today.
"Damn dad, have you forgotten that Sammy's still in school. The kid should still be in bed, not up at four in the freaking morning to do some training exercises since it is a school day." Dean informed his father.
"No, I haven't forgotten. It won't hurt him one damn bit to get up a few hours early. I told you yesterday that I was going to put him through some training to toughen him up, well it starts today" And with those words, John got up from the table and walked to Sammy's room and called out "I expect you to meet me out front in five minutes boy for a five mile jog. If you're late, the number goes to seven."
"If you're waiting on me, you're wasting your time" Sam said as he walked past his father and out the front door. He took off at a quick jog down the road as he heard his dad start the Impala to follow behind him. He'd show his dad what he was made of. He was going to surpass that seven mile mark and jog nine miles to the local park. If he double timed it, he would still finish in time to get home and take a shower before going to school.
He had been jogging for about thirty minutes and could feel the cramps shooting through his stomach, his body was rebelling at the notion of going through so much exertion without having ate anything the previous night. He heard as his father pulled the Impala up beside him and called out that he could stop now since he had hit the five mile mark, but he just ignored him He wouldn't stop until he either passed out from exhaustion or got to his destination.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, he saw the park come into view and thanked the stars above that he had made it without passing out. He bent down to catch his breath as he felt the sweat that was pouring off of his body. He walked over to the central water fountain and gulped down some water as he heard his father walking up behind him. He hoped his father would at least give him a word of praise for making it as far as he had, but was devastated to hear the complete opposite coming from his dad's mouth.
"What the hell were you trying to prove Sammy? When I tell you to stop running, you freaking stop. How could you be so damned stupid to push yourself to the point of exhaustion. You'll be lucky if you can even walk on your feet this afternoon since they are sure to blister from the stupid move you made. I swear sometimes I can't believe you're my son" John took a deep breath then before saying "Just get your ass to the car. The last thing I need is the school breathing down my neck because you were late again.
Sam hung his head in failure and obediently followed behind his dad. He wasn't looking forward to the ride back to the house knowing that he was in for one hell of a lecture from his father.
TBC