Thank you all so much for all the review and fav's! Makes me happy!
Okay, I'm sorry that it's been a while… I have no excuses other than the fact that I am human… Still getting the hang of that…
Figured you guys would be disappointed if I just skipped over everything 'crutchy'…
After a few days in the hospital, Dean was allowed to come 'back home' again. He rode shotgun while Bobby drove the 22 miles back to Singer Salvage.
A brand new, white cast immobilized his left leg, and Dean was almost certain that it would drive him crazy before his eight weeks, plus, was up… Eight weeks or more in a cast, or brace if he behaved, and then four more weeks after that before he could drop the crutches…
He was pretty sure the doc had something against him… Because who the hell needs a cast for up to eight weeks…? Or more…
It was going to be a loooong bunch of weeks…
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Sam took an evening stroll with Deanna, Jimmy and their flat coated retriever. A four year old, black dog named Bonzo.
He was still mesmerized by how normal his life had gotten. A wife, two kids and a dog… Normal people had that… He was officially normal…
Everything was peaceful and nice, and deep down he couldn't help but wait for the other shoe to drop… It was like… Like…
…Like everything was too damn good…
The chaos was missing, and he was happy. Happier than he had ever been…
But he couldn't help but think it would all end in a bloody, fiery mess… It was like it was bound to happen… Sooner or later…
Wasn't it?
His kids' quarrel brought him abruptly back to reality, like a punch in the gut…
"No! You can't have it! Stupid!"
"Then I'll tell mom about the vase you broke! Bitch!"
Bitch. A word to describe a dog, a word used as an insult, and a word used as mock insult by… He swallowed hard, and blinked away the stinging sensation in his eyes.
It was his girl who said it. Deanna. Deanna who was a spitting image of Sam's older brother… And by some unholy reason she seemed like she inherited his personality too… Sam was in no doubt that he would have his hands full by the time she hit her teens…
"Daddy! Deanna called me a bitch!" his oldest complained, but Sam couldn't really respond. He had been taken off guard…
"And you broke a vase…" he didn't really know why he pointed that out, but it was all his mind could come up with as it flooded by pictures of Dean, and some of the times he had been called bitch…
Jimmy stared hard at him, before he turned around to play with Bonzo instead.
The rest of the trip, Sam fought against memories, and wondered where his brother was. If he was alive…
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"All right, just place your crutches there… And I can help you down on the couch…" Bobby offered, his lips almost stretched into a smile.
"I HAVE used crutches before you know! I don't need help!"
"Sure didn't look like it while you staggered your way over the gravel outside…" a smirk crossed his lips at the small and innocent insult.
"Exactly! Gravel!" Dean bit back as he leaned the crutches up against the back of the couch and prepared to hobble around it, using the couch itself as support.
"Tnaaaw… You're so cute when you're angry…" Bobby continued mocking, he knew he shouldn't, but Dean made it so easy…
"Shut up, old man!"
"Oh, come on… Princess!"
"Screw you, Bobby!" Dean said with a scowl.
"I'm just messin' with ya…"
"It's not funny, Bobby…"
"Yeah… It is…" Bobby sighed, "At least for a few minutes… You want some coffee?"
"There any bullying with that?" Dean's eyebrows crawled closer as he looked up on the older hunter.
"No… Just coffee…"
Dean looked at him for a few more seconds before his face relaxed and he nodded as to answer the previous question.
"Thank you, Bobby!"
Bobby nodded back, and made his way to the kitchen.
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He couldn't beat it.
Images of Dean filled his brain. His voice echoed throughout Sam's whole head…
He couldn't quite explain it, but something felt wrong… He didn't know how or why or what… But something was wrong…
He was sure of it.
Okay… I kinda have the jitters, because my cousin is on a mission to find me here, and my nickname is so obvious it hurts… Damn it…
Almost contemplated changing my name here, but then I realized that it might not be the smartest move ever… Since a few of you almost seem to like reading what I write…
I'm screwed… I'm just crossing my fingers that she's not a black-belt in searching the internet…
(Heeey... Managed to post this without using the touchpad! Yey me!)