Alright!! Chapter 2! Thanks to everyone who is reading and the comments have been wonderful! I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Cindy.
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"Absolutely not Sam! You are not staying here alone!" John Winchester shouted, his youngest wincing at the outburst.
Sam stood up straighter and squared his shoulders, preparing for battle. "But Dad! Why not? It's not like you let me do anything on hunts anyway. You'll either leave me at the motel or make me stay in the car, so why can't I just stay here? I'll be fine Dad."
"The last time I left you alone the house burned down Sam. We lost a lot of good weapons in that fire that have been very difficult to replace," John stated matter-of-factly while pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Oh, so it's the weapons you were concerned about, not me. That's typical," Sam spat.
"That's not what I meant Sam," John retorted with frustration.
"You may as well have meant it that way Dad. Besides, that fire was not my fault. The wiring in that craphole hadn't been replaced since Roosevelt was president. And I don't mean FDR. It was only a matter of time before the whole thing went up. You're pissed at me for something I had no control over!" Sam shouted, his face turning a bright red.
"Samuel, you had better change your tone with me right now! I will not be spoken to in that way by a snot nosed little brat such as yourself!" John spat angrily.
"What are you gonna do Dad? Punish me? My whole life is punishment enough, what else could you possibly do to me? I wonder what Mom would say about the way you've raised us..."
Before Sam could utter another word he found himself grabbed by the front of his shirt and slammed into the wall by a very pissed off John Winchester. Sam's head bounced off the wall painfully and he saw black spots dance before his eyes momentarily. John's red face came within two inches of Sam's, his eyes wide with fury.
"Don't you ever speak about your mother that way again! Do you understand me Samuel!?" John seethed then slammed Sam against the wall once more for emphasis.
Dean, a silent onlooker up to this point took a step forward. 'Okay, this is getting a little out of hand,' he thought, but did not voice his opinion. He stepped closer and laid his hand on John's shoulder noting the defiant look in his baby brother's eyes.
"Dad, let him go," Dean said quietly.
John slowly released Sam and the boy reached up a shaky hand to finger the already forming lump on the back of his head.
"I'm sorry Dad. I shouldn't have said that," Sam whispered, unable to look at his father.
"I don't want to hear it Sam. You've disrespected me and your mother and nothing you say is going to change that. Mary would be ashamed of the way you have turned out. Putting a dance ahead of your family. Something so utterly unimportant!"
"You think anything that interests me, that makes me happy is unimportant Dad," Sam said sadly.
"The only things that are important are family and hunting. Nothing else matters. But you hold a dance to be more important than either of those things."
"Oh my God, Dad! How can wanting to go to a dance be interpreted as not thinking your family is important? Only you could make that jump. It's just a dance Dad."
"Yeah, it's just a dance and you're not going. You better call your little girlfriend and let her know she needs to find a different date."
"Dad, please..."
"There's no use begging Samuel. You're just one big disappointment to me and your brothers. I think it would be best if you made yourself lost for awhile. I'm sure I speak for Dean also when I say we really don't want to see your face right now."
"Dad..."
"Go Sam. Now!"
Sam slowly walked from the kitchen, his pleading eyes falling on Dean. But he received no comfort there.
"Dad's right Sam, you need to just disappear for awhile. And stop being such a selfish brat!" Dean said, then turned his back and walked to the table and sat across from where John had seated himself.
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Sam trudged to the room he shared with Dean and dropped to his bed. His eyes burned with unshed tears but he refused to let them fall. His father had revealed that what he had always thought to be the case was truly a reality. He was a disappointment to his family. And not only that, but John believed that Sam's beloved mother would be ashamed of him.
All Sam wanted was to go to one stupid dance. How had things gotten so out of hand? Sam pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Alisa's number. On the third ring, the call was answered.
"Hello?" came the sweet voice on the other end.
"Hi Alisa. It's Sam."
"Sam! I'm so glad you called. I am so excited about Friday night. I already told all my girlfriends and they are totally jealous!"
Sam swallowed, his heart sinking at what he was being forced to do. "Yeah...about the dance Alisa..."
"What's wrong Sam?"
"I'm so sorry. I...I can't go to the dance with you."
"What? Why not?"
"My Dad. I guess we're going out of town and he won't let me stay here by myself. I mean, it's not like he or my brothers would even notice if I was with them anyway. He's just making me go to punish me for being such a huge disappointment to him."
"Sam? Are you okay?"
"No, but that's not your problem Alisa. I'm so sorry about the dance."
"It's okay Sam. I mean...I was really looking forward to it, but if you can't go, you can't go. Maybe we can go out some other time?"
"Really? You're not mad?"
"No, I'm not mad. A little disappointed, but not mad."
"Yeah, I seem to be disappointing people left and right nowadays. I can't seem to please anyone."
"Sam, it's not your fault. We'll go out some other time, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. I'd like that."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Maybe we can go to a movie or something."
"That sounds nice. Well, I gotta go Sam. See you tomorrow."
"Yeah. See you tomorrow Alisa."
"Bye Sam."
"Bye Alisa."
Alisa ended the call and Sam sat on his bed, the argument playing over and over in his head.
"You're just one big disappointment..."
"Mary would be ashamed of the way you turned out..."
"I think it would be best if you made yourself lost..."
"We really don't want to see your face..."
"You need to disappear..."
"Stop being such a selfish brat..."
Sam rose from his bed and grabbed his backpack from the floor, then dumped the contents onto his bed. He went to his dresser and pulled out a change of clothes and stuffed them into his pack. He unplugged his phone charger from the wall and stuffed it in with his clothes. Next, he reached under his mattress and pulled out a bundle of cash that had been rolled up and rubberbanded. He had earned the money doing odd jobs around the neighborhood. He was saving it to buy his Dad and brothers gifts for Christmas, but now realized that with what they thought of him, his gifts would not be appreciated. He pocketed the money and his phone, grabbed his backpack and walked to the window.
Sam placed his pack on the floor then sat heavily on his bed. He reached for a notebook and pen and began to write. Twenty minutes later he ripped the page from the notebook, folded the paper in half then went to Dean's dresser and placed the paper in the top drawer. He then returned to the window and picked up his pack. He quietly pushed the window up then pushed his backpack through and dropped it to the ground. He pulled himself through the window and dropped soundlessly to the ground beside his pack. He shouldered the pack and hurried away from the small house, his departure hidden by the darkness of the cool night. If his dad and Dean, and then by default his brother Daniel, wanted him lost, he could certainly oblige.
'It's not like they'll care or notice anyway,' he thought sadly to himself as he put more distance between himself and his family.
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Okay, first of all, I love John and Dean. I really, really do. They come around in the next chapter so don't fret! Next chapter you get to meet Daniel too! I really think you'll like him. He's kinda a cross between Dean and Sam. And, because I feel so bad about how John and Dean are acting, I want you all to get to see them in a better light, plus I have a reader who is gonna be internet-less starting tomorrow for like 10 days (yikes!) and I want her to meet Daniel before she has to go away for awhile. So, I hope you liked this chapter and will come back for the next one later tonight! Take care all. Reviews are love!
Cindy.