Chapter 3 (Continuing where Ch.1 left off)
The force of that punch Sam received from his dad almost had him fall over but he caught his balance just in time as he brought his hand up to his broken nose. He shook his head back and forth for a few minutes and then looked at his father.
"What the hell dad? What was that for?"
John doesn't say anything until he takes a folded-up paper out his pocket and hands it, well almost practically throwing it to his son.
"See for yourself!" Sam unwraps the paper and discovers it's a letter from his brother. Before he reads it, he looks over at his father who is now sitting down on a chair and pouring himself a drink. "Dad where'd you find this?"
John gestures toward the door where Dean went into after their fight. " I know I wasn't here when that fight occurred but from what I read on that paper it had to be a really bad one he took to heart pretty badly. You two are brothers. As teenagers him or you would always start a fight with each other but you'd always forgave each other, remember that?"
Sammy nods before reading the letter to himself:
Hey Sam,
You may be wondering why would I write something like this instead of telling you in person. Well it's because you were right. You don't need me and I am overprotective. You're my little brother and I'll always look out for you even if you don't want to be my brother anymore after all you did say you wish you were an only sibling and never even knew me. You don't have to see or hear from me anymore if that's what you want. I'll be out of your hair after dad gets back. Don't try to look for me. I'm sorry for not being the brother you want me to me but I guess that's just the person I really am and you don't get that.
Dean Winchester
Sam finishes and mentally curses himself before he slams it down on the table and grabs his jacket and heads outside. "Where do you think you're going?" Sam halts before turning around.
"I'm going to try and bring him back home. Can I hold your car keys?"
John's head turns so fast to him it's like his head could've came off and grinned, "Wait, you know where he is?"
" Yeah. He's at Bobby's. That's who I just got off the phone with before you came in here like a hurricane and punched me."
" Oh yeah, I'm sorry about that. Let's take care of that before we head out to get him. I'll drive."
Sam nods before snickering which he covers up with a cough. "Wait you think you'd be able to help?"
John punches him in his arm playfully. " No, you jackass, well maybe yes, so you don't say something stupid to him and hurt him all over again. You know that mouth of yours is going to get you into a heap of trouble someday." Sam looked like he was going to say something else but clears his throat and says the obvious.
"Ow, injured here. What was that for?" John comes back into the room from getting the first aid kit and begins cleaning his nose off before bandaging it. "That was for being a smartass." Their banter continues like that until John puts up the first aid kit and cleans up the mess of bloody tissues and stuff.
He heads to the door and grabs his keys. " Okay, what are you waiting for,come on Sammy and let's bring your brother home."
