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The Cabin
Chapter three
Bobby was right, the road to the cabin was long and the road deeply rutted. But after driving a few miles they came to a lake surrounded by trees and could see a few cabins spaced far apart. They pulled up to the first cabin they came to; the one Bobby told them belonged to his friend.
"We're home." Dean said as he opened the door then climbed out of the car. He looked around and hoped he hadn't made a mistake in bringing Sam here. It was beautiful but very isolated, but it was just what the doctor ordered. After what his brother had gone through he needed to get away from everything and everyone and take a few weeks off. The quiet of the area would do his brother good; at least Dean hoped it would.
Sam swallowed hard. He didn't want to show Dean how scared he actually was, but in truth he was terrified. Being blind and being in an unfamiliar setting was unnerving, but he knew Dean meant well and didn't want to disappoint him with his show of weakness. He slowly got out of the car and stood next to it.
"This is going to be great!" Dean said as he looked around. "We haven't taken a vacation since we were kids…..We can fish…or just sit on the porch and chill with a beer….Bobby said the water in the lake is freezing and that we can use it to keep some of our supplies cold….it will act just like a refrigerator." Dean smiled to himself. This might not be too bad after all he thought to himself. At least here his brother would be safe. And once he got his sight back they could get back to what they did best….hunt. "Let me get you inside then I'll unload the supplies." Dean put his hand on Sam's back and led him into the cabin.
There were only two rooms to the cabin, a living room/dining room/kitchen with a sofa and a table and chairs, and a small bedroom with two beds. Dean looked out back and could see the outhouse several yards from the house.
"The hoppers out back….I'll fix a rope railing up so you can follow it." He led Sam over to one of the chairs. "Just wait here I'll bring in the supplies."
Sam sat quietly listening to Dean bring in their supplies. He fought the growing panic every time he heard his brother leave the room. What if he didn't come back? But he did, over and over until he had brought in all the supplies for the week.
"I stuck the beer in the lake. Bobby was right it'll keep it nice and cold." Dean looked at Sam who hadn't spoken since they got to the cabin. "Damn it Sam will you say something?"
"What do you want me to say?"
"Anything! I feel like I'm talking to myself…. You just sit there saying nothing!" Dean immediately felt guilty for yelling at his brother, he knew Sam had been through hell and needed time to heal.
"I'm sorry." Sam said softly.
"What?"
"I'm sorry you found me…. I should have died and then you wouldn't be stuck with me."
Dean swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked at his brother's face.
"Sam I'm not stuck with you….you're my brother."
"What good am I going to be to you on a hunt?"
"You're going to get your sight back Sam….it's just a matter of time."
"And what if I don't? What are you going to do then?…Let me sit in the car while you're doing the job? Let me listen to you call for help and not being able to help you?"
"If it comes to that …yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do."
"I'd rather die then do that." The thought of sitting in the car not being able to help while his brother was in danger terrified him more then being blind.
"You don't mean that Sam."
"The hell I don't!" Sam raised his head till his sightless eyes were looking toward Dean. "If I don't get my sight back Dean I want you to leave….. I want you to leave and never look back."
"Sam I…."
"Promise me Dean. I'm not going to be a burden to you. I swear to God I'll kill myself before that happens."
TBC