Authors Note: Sorry about the whole centered not centered thing. Ugh…I had such a hard time with it and it totally kept un centering my thing and I'm like screw it just keep it that way. Well I guess has a vengeance cause it centered only a portion of the story. I guess that was the middle finger to me lol. Anyway this chapter will clear a lot of things up that the other may have confused you on. Thanx Charity
Ha everything would be fine now that has to be the must ironic fucking thing he's ever said. John shakes his head at the distant memory as he digs deeper into their next hunt. In his total time of panic and desperation he had to escape somehow and hunting was the only way he knew how.
He glanced briefly up at his two sons watching them with fatherly concern. No matter what Dean says or thinks he was concerned about his youngest. I mean hell it was his damn fault he ended up with about 60 stitches in him. John admittedly broke eye contact when Dean's seething gaze came piercing up at his own.
He heard almost a muted growl and Dean then laid a protective hand across his sleeping sibling's chest. Almost as if to say mine.
Don't worry Dean; daddy isn't taking Sammy away not after the stunt he pulled. John thought to himself as he looked back over to his long time friend Bobby singer. He was in a mass of panic and chaos and when he called for help Bobby knew exactly what he meant…find me a hunt.
He didn't actually think Bobby would come up here to see him and offer to go with him on the hunt but he needed all the help he could get. The thing Bobby had dug up was a vour it feasted on fear and ate the flesh of the living. It was totally going off pattern though and hunting during the day instead of at night and it had John baffled. He was soon coming to the utter realization he needed more hands then four.
Hmmm did that plan work out good last time John? I think not.
"John you ok over there?" A quiet voice whispered through his reservoir.
"Yeah," John said with a sigh. "I'm fine." Oh boy he sure as hell wasn't. He had to come up with another plan to get extra hands for this hunt. How fun.
"Don't lie to me; I know this is eating you up." Bobby singer said quietly as he sat adjacent from his hunting friend.
It was only five days ago that the frantic Winchester was screaming through the phone about the current events. Bobby really couldn't believe his ears at what John was describing. But boy when he stepped into this motel room and felt the hostility and tension he knew without a doubt John screwed up big time.
Not to mention John's youngest been a little worse for wear if you consider having your side sliced wide open by a werewolf a little worse for wear.
"I'm not lying. Can we just focus on this new hunt please?" John pleaded with his friend to shut up and drop it. If anyone knew John then they know when it comes to sharing his feelings he's not up for par.
"Alright what ya got." Bobby sighed giving up the fight. John was using the hunt as a distraction and he knew it.
"This vour seems pretty nasty Bobby and the death count is rising." John pressed on.
"Ok then we go in and kill it."
"I mean we kind of need a few extra hands don't cha think?" John asked with a hint of innocence.
Both of Bobby's eyebrows shot up at that statement. Wasn't that how they got into this mess in the first place?
John noticing Bobby's quick assumptions and accusations went on. "Don't worry I have a different plan but all the same I hate it even more than my first so called brilliant plan."
"John just lay it on me." Bobby grumbled out. He could tell that this hair brained scheme wasn't going to be any better than the last one.
"Uh…I decided to take Dean with us and," John's voice went down into a real low whisper. "I decided to get Devin to watch Sam while were away."
Both of Bobby's eyebrows almost shot off his forehead at that. Was John out of his mind? Wasn't that the kid who initially got Sam in this situation? "John I really need to swerve your decision…" Bobby started but stopped as John's hand came up.
"Listen I know this sounds absolutely terrible but I see no other options. Sam can't travel, we need help and Devin doesn't have a clue about these damn things or I take him. He's useless on this hunt." John didn't even like the options as he said them out loud. He's sure other people are probably gonna start considering about a loony bin soon.
"I understand your concerns but come on can't we just handle this ourselves and leave Dean with Sam?" Bobby asked incredulously. Maybe John got knocked in the head on that last hunt.
"I just don't know what too do," John finally sighed as a weeks worth of stress and tension came oozing out. "I'm sure there's a smarter way to approach this but this it's the only way I see fit so far."
Damn stubborn ass Winchesters. Bobby shook his head sadly. There was no arguing with John once his head latched onto a concept he wasn't letting it go. "Alright John but I don't think Dean will like it too much." Bobby said as he gave a glance at the oldest Winchester. He was currently sitting in a chair pushed so close to the bed Sam was laying in you would think he was sitting Indian style. Quiet words of comfort and reassurances could be heard in the still room. Not much else could be seen as Dean's looming presence completely engulfed the youngest Winchester so no other eyes could see him.
"He'll just have to deal. I'm sure that Dean will give Devin a stern talking too before we leave." God knows he already did. He yelled, screamed, demanded answers but the cocky sonofabitch just feigned innocence. If anyone could break through the kid's cocky exterior it was a protective and enraged older brother that goes by the name of Dean.
"Alright I'll research this hunt some more I know you have to go get his consent." Bobby said with a little dread. He would be left alone with Dean's wraith. It wasn't the first time that John left and when he did Dean ranted and raved to him about his father making the biggest mistake of his life. He agrees with the kid but he really didn't want to sit through an hour of Jerry Springer.
"Yeah." John said quietly while grabbing his coat. He needed to go to Devin's house and ask the favor. It seemed rather odd that Devin lived in the town of Boise, Idaho but he always said never pass up an opportunity or babysitter in this matter.
"Where are you going?" A lone and angry voice shot out. Dean was beyond pissed no Dean was seething with rage until all he could see was read. "I promise nothing will happen. You got to trust me." His Dad's words rang in his head like a song you can't get rid of. He couldn't shake them out. He trusted his Dad and look where it landed him or rather Sammy. It landed Sam with his side split open and 54 stitches to close it shut. Believe me he knows he's the one that did them.
"Out, I'll be back." John quipped as he was about to open the door. He heard the muted 'good' even though Dean didn't intend for it. John gave a sad smile and shut the door with a soft pull.
"Dean can you at least give your father some sympathy here?" Bobby asked as he saw the broken look on John's face. Though he has to be on Dean's side John did screw up big time but he really didn't know that would happen. Humans make mistakes. Well if you're John Winchester you make catastrophic mistakes.
"Sympathy? You want me to give him some sympathy?" Dean's voice rose as he spoke. "Dad made a mistake there's no way around it." Dean said disgustingly. He followed his father blindly and gave him his undivided trust even though his gut instinct was to jump ship and run. His Dad once again only thought about the hunt and he deserves the consequences.
"I agree boy, it's just his head's a little confused right now you got to give him time to think." Bobby offered sadly. There was no way to turn this argument around. John would have to fix this himself. Somehow.
"Yeah his head's screwed up alright." Dean snorted weakly. He stopped the petty argument realizing it was going no where and looked down at his younger sibling again. He was still afraid that Sam's wound would get infected with the way Sam was looking like death warmed over. His face was pale, his breath was coming out in little pants and he still had a significant amount of blood loss. If it wasn't for the God known as Bobby, Dean feared Sam wouldn't have made it through the night. When Bobby arrived he brought with him an I.V and the Universal donor mixed together that means good new for Sam. Cause God knows there Dad sure didn't think of it when he decided to do impromptu surgery at this run down motel.
Dean smiled sadly as he lifted up the corner edge of the cover peeling away the bandage to get a good look at the neat row of stitches. Sam was silent throughout his ministrations which worried him even more. It's been at least five days and he expected Sam to be waking up by then but he lay blissfully between unconsciousness and sleep.
"How's those stitches holding?" Bobby asked sincerely.
"What? Oh fine, it's just…" Dean bit his lip at the last statement not wanting to arouse any warnings of fears but he was becoming suspicious himself.
"What?" Bobby asked worriedly.
"I think Sam might be getting an infection." Dean said sadly. Even though the stitches were unscathed Sam should be awake by now and his color should have at least returned with the blood transfusions. He should be getting better not worse.
"Are you sure?" Bobby asked as he strode over to the bed to inspect the wound himself.
"Yeah," Dean said while scrubbing a hand over his face. "I mean damn it Bobby he needs a hospital not this filth infested dump."
"I know, I know." Bobby said putting a hand up inspecting the wound close up. He only saw it once from a distance and now looking at it this close seriously disturbed him. No kid that young should have 54 stitches sewn in him by hand at that. "If he get's any worse I'll take him myself John Winchester be damned." Now that was the truth. John may have the best intentions at heart but sometimes his brain get's priorities mixed up.
"No if it get's that bad I'm taking Sam and were hightailing our asses out of here."
Bobby looked over in shock at Dean's statement. He looked to see if there was any sarcasm but there was only seriousness. You better pray your youngest gets through this John or you'll lose both your sons.
So is this more easy to understand? If not you'll get John's side of the argument next Chapter. If you think John's a little loony you have to remember that when John's scared or frightend he tends to get knee deep in a hunt to push away those fears and usually a hutn for John is all out. Sometimes John's priorities do get mixed up and someone has to give him a good swift kick in the butt to realize it. So I hope you understand this one more. Feedback would be appreciated. Thanx Charity