Chapter 3
"So, Sammy," I started with a sly smirk as I grabbed his hand while heading to the abandoned factory, "what do you say we get better acquainted with ourselves after this in a comfy motel we passed a few miles back?" The reply was one of which reduced me in to muttering "Ow!" as Sam smacked me in the arm playfully. "Watch it bud," I dramatically said, "I am sensitive you know?" in which Sam rolled his eyes.
"Dean," Sam said dryly, "when this is over, we will most likely be near John and I would prefer if he did not over hear or accidentally walk in on us. So you better tell Dean Jr. he should keep down as he will not be getting any tonight." I pouted. We got to the entrance and opened the door quietly, not wanting anyone to know we were here just yet.
No one was in the main room; dust was collected everywhere; rats ran around, and many things were broken and were not repairable. Signs of abandonment. They were several connecting rooms, so which one to pick? Sam answered for them using his visions and pointed to the third door on the right. Someday I would have to take that kid to Vegas. We stealthily made our way to the door and peered through the tiny window that peered into the other room. There was John, bound and gagged to the chair, bruises marring his skin and he appeared to be unconscious. Looking around we noticed no one else seemed to occupy it and before Sam could try for another vision to see if there was any threat, two big hands clutched at my throat, lifting me up off the ground. My feet dangled above the floor as I kicked around, searching for air.
Looking beside me at quick glance, I noticed that Sam was not fairing much better, he was in a strong choke hold from this big 300 lb guy with tattoos covering every inch of his arms. My eyes burned with hatred and with much adrenaline that now pumped through my veins, I got out of the guys grasp and punch the guy. It knocked him out. I set my sights on the other guy but needn't had to worry as Sam had taken care of it. Sam used telekinesis to pick up a chunk of the damaged-beyond-repair stair case and clunked him on the head with it. Both down. I got a move on helping John out of the chair, trying to wake him quickly. Sammy concentrated his powers deep within himself and you saw two huge black smoke come out of the unconscious bodies and disappearing straight to hell.
Two down…God only knows how many more to go. John only opened his eyes a cracked and slurred like a drunken man. The speech was too unrecognizable. I pulled him up, letting him lean his weight against my body; some of the weight disappeared and Sam stood on his other side, helping him too. We walked slowly to the Impala, no interruptions.
About 10 minuets later John was laying, practically passed out, on one of the queen sized beds and Sam and I occupied the other one. We snuggled close to each other, sharing out sorrow with on another. No matter what John ever did, and no matter how much he hurt us (which he did….a lot) he was still our father and it still left a sharp pain in us when we saw him like that. So venerable and weak. John Winchester was never weak or venerable.
We drifted to sleep as we comforted one another.
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The Next Morning
I woke up with my arms wrapped possessively around Sammy's waist and his head buried in the gap between my shoulder and neck. I glanced around, wandering what made me wake up and saw John sitting up starring at us, yet not really seeing us. You know? The glazed, far away look that showed that you were lost in deep thoughts and memories.
Not wanting to disturb my Sam, I did not get up but instead gave a fake cough to gain attention from my 'father', who looked at me with shock. I cocked an eyebrow and glared at him, my arms tightening more around my lover and coincidently my brother's narrow waist. I found that I was clutching so hard that Sam woke up with a yelp and pushed back from my bruising grip. I quickly loosened it but did not pull away. He turned to face our horrible father and stared at him, face remaining expressionless.
I saw the grimace on John's face when he saw the patch that covered my little brothers right eye. I smirked…he should feel guilty. I noticed that while Sam did not show it, he was very uncomfortable. I knew Sam too much and knew he was having problems with coming to terms that there father was right there after all these long hard years.
I gulped at the emotional trauma that Sammy suffered when he found out John's abandonment. We were left high and dry, like that factory we were just at the night before. To our father, we were damaged and could not be fixed and so he left us. Now all we are is good memories that he wants to relive.
I was very angry, very, very angry and I was getting answers out of him one way or another. Tonight. I would finish this so that Sam and I could be on our way with out him being there.
