Note: I decided to post another chapter of it, just because people asked me to and I love you guys. So, here you go!
--
Dean groaned and rolled over, but couldn't move too much. He froze for a second, where was he? But the memories of his 1:30 am escapade to the kitchen flooded back to him. He quickly rubbed his eyes with a free hand to see he was lying on top of his covers, which were still tightly wrapped around his sleeping brother.
Sam's only 12, he thought to himself, he shouldn't have to deal with this bullshit.
Dean carefully sat up and got off his bed. He looked at his sleeping brother, then at his clock. Eight twenty seven am. He thought to himself. It was pretty early for him to be up, especially on a Saturday in the middle of July.
Dean walked across the hall to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face to wake him up. After he was fully awake his decided to see if dad had actually come home. He tiptoed down the hall to his mother and father's room to only find his mother sleeping on it, hugging John's pillow. Dean could feel tears in his eyes at the sight.
Why can't they just fucking get along?
"Dean?" He jumped at the whisper and quickly shut his mother's door at the sight of his father behind him.
"Dad—you came home." Dean said slowly, as if he were afraid his dad would disappear. And in all honesty, he was.
"Dean, I know you heard what happened last night, I saw you in your bed room window." John took a step towards his son, apology and sadness in his eyes. "I'm so sorry."
Dean paused and looked at his dad. "Don't apologize to me, apologize to mom."
John looked at his eldest for a moment, and tilted his head to the side. "Dean, I-"
"No, dad. Don't make up an excuse." Dean said, his whispers becoming harsher, as if he were trying not to yell "You and mom come up with excuse after excuse to avoid eachother, and I'm sick of it. Please, just go talk to her and apologize. If not for your self, and if not for her, do it for Sammy."
John froze "Sammy?"
Dean looked at his dad angrily "You have no idea what you and mom's crap has been dong to the kid, do you?" Dean's eyes flared with rage at his parent's. "He can barely sleep at night, he has to come in and sleep with me a lot of the time. And, since you obviously haven't noticed, he's been hinting at that soccer camp he wanted to go to!"
John looked purely puzzled "Dean, what-"
"It starts in a week dad. But, you know what? I wanted to keep his hero image of you, so I signed him up myself and paid for it myself. I told him you did it."
John's eyes widened, he opened his mouth, trying to get a word in but Dean kept going.
"He wanted to thank you, but you're never home, and the crap you and mom have been getting into lately has made you leave even more. He thinks of you as this amazing person, dad. And every time you walk away, your not just walking away from mom, you're walking away from Sammy…from—from me." He looked away, John just barely heard the last part.
"Dean, I—I had no-" John had just been fully smacked in the face by reality.
"Just…go apologize, ok?"
John looked at his eldest "When did you become a man?" he whispered
"When you were out." Dean whispered harshly, before turning back to his bedroom. Dean didn't close the door fully, and leaned near the crack to see if he could hear his parents.
"Mary?" he could hear their soft voices
"John? You're home! I-"
"Mary, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Dean could hear Mary whisper something along the lines of 'Me too.' And then the sound of soft crying filled the air. "I'm never going to leave again, Mary. We're going to work everything out." Dean knew what hung in the air: For us and the boys.
"Dean?" He turned at the sound of his little brother's voice. Sam was sitting up on his bed "Is dad home?" he asked hopefully
Dean smiled "Yea, Sam." he walked to his bed and sat next to his brother "This time for good."
--
Yea, yea, I know. So cheesy you could eat nachos with it…but whatever. I'm a loser, ok? I liked it. Please tell me what you think of this update that I never planned on doing! (grins)
-claire