Winchester Apologetics
By Maygin
Summary: "Thoughts could leave deeper scarring than almost anything else." –Madame Pomfrey. Young Winchesters story from Dean's POV.
Note: You are FREE from notes today! Celebrate your freeness… drink many margarita's, frolic through a field full of prairie dogs… and feast on many small cakes smothered in butter cream frosting. …I have my fantasies, you have yours. (j/k… sort of.)
Winchester Apologetics
Chapter 3
Friday passed with pretty much no leads from our intense library search. I'll never forget Dad actually shoving a book away from him and growling… my dad, growling like bear. Just another one of those memories I've kept to myself; I should really start sharing some of those with Sammy. Anyways, so like I said; pretty much another worthless day of research. Dad had announced when we got back home that we'd try another go at a stakeout. And since it had been Friday, Sammy could come.
So two hours later there I was, driving to pick up my little brother from the Mudders Club. (ha ha) To my surprise, Jacen came waltzing out the door with him. They were laughing about something stupid no doubt. I had half expected Jacen to hop in the car, but at the curb he patted Sammy on the back and then threw a wave at me before running off to his own car. Sam climbed in next to me and set a big box down in between us. "What's in there?"
Sam had sighed as if it had been a long day and slouched in his seat with a grin on his face. "It's Ryan's last project."
"Ryan?"
"Filche?" Sam had given me that look as if I should know what he's talking about. And of course, it clicked a few seconds later.
"Right, right- dead guy. His last project?"
Sam then starts opening the box as if he's revealing this great prize, and I'll admit I kind of fell into the moment and was feeling a little eager to see it myself. So as carefully as he could he pulled out this… fugly lookin lump of clay which I'm sure would probably be viewed as an intricate piece of art had it been anyone else. But just looking at it I could tell there was no real use for the thing other than for looks; and in my book that makes it extra baggage.
Sam on the other hand… Sam was running his hands over it and grinning at it like it was last weeks date. "Seriously," I interjected; Sam's gaze on that thing had been just plain disturbing, "what the hell is that?"
"I told you, it was Ryan Filche's last project he made before he died. Our teacher showed it to me last week and told me today I could take it home for a few days if I wanted."
"And?"
"And there are two things Ryan Filche cared about in life; his room, and art." And again, Sam started running his fingers over it. "He fires this sculpture and then that same night he just happens to disappear without a trace? It's a start if anything."
"Oh it's somethin. In fact I can come up with plenty of colorful words to describe it if you'd like."
"Shut up and drive Dean."
Yeah I still hear that phrase a lot. At least some things never change. The other thing that didn't change was our luck for the day. That night's stakeout from a safe distance way down the road produced zilch. Dad's not real fond of zilch either. I at least had Sam there to keep me somewhat entertained; although he'd pretty much sat in the back seat the entire time staring out his window at nothing. Granted, we had stared out our window too from the front seat, but we were at least staring at the tree and surrounding area; Sammy just stared at nothing, tucked into the corner between the door and the seat. Again, I had tossed it off to the hormones and dramas of a sixteen year old. Which made for a long uneventful night.
The rest of the weekend consisted of me and Dad doing some morgue visits for medical records on the lightning victims while Sam did his own bit of research on the sculpture which looked like an elongated egg with long strips of its shell and innards missing. Dad had given me the day off Sunday since he was simply going to be at the library with Sam all day, each looking into their own thing. So when the doorbell had rang I was surprised to say the least. Surprised and armed.
And then I opened the door and realized it was just Jacen. Then again, what the hell was he doing at our house? Sam would've remembered if they had a study or project time scheduled. I guess he had realized by my expression exactly what I was thinking.
"I was just wondering if Sam was busy. Thought maybe we could go do something?"
"Like what?"
Jacen had apparently taken my sly smirk a little too seriously though and the blood drained from his face. "Oh, I don't- I mean- just to see a movie or something like that. I don't know; I was bored. If he's not here though-"
I would've busted out laughing at how fast the kid was stuttering out that mess of words if my conscience hadn't of kicked in and reminded me that this was the first friend Sam had ever really 'brought home' so to speak. I know, I know; he had told me they were paired together for a class project and all; but it was obvious they'd had a developing friendship. So instead I took pity on him. "He's at the library. Probably won't be home for at least a few hours… and that's only if Dad can tear him away from all the pretty books."
Jacen had laughed at my joke which only served to endear him to me even more. He didn't laugh like Sammy though; the kinda cute, high pitch thing Sam did that just makes everyone around him want to join in. No, Jacen's laugh was a little deeper. I still to this day have no idea why I felt the need to differentiate Jacen and Sam all the time as if I needed to reassure myself that Sammy was special and no one was quite like my little brother. Pretty stupid if you ask me, but what can I say when you spend half your life in a car driving across country you learn to do a lot of meaningless thinking.
Anyways, Jacen had given me a disappointed smile. "Okay, well thanks anyways." And he had almost been out of the door before he suddenly turned back. "Oh, do you think you could give him my number? Maybe if he wants to hang out he could call me?"
"Sure." Harmless enough right? And so as Sam's climbing into bed that night I toss him the little sheet of paper the Jacen had written his number on and tell him his boyfriend wants to hang out sometime. Sammy then surprised me by giving me the finger and then ignoring me the rest of the night which wasn't much since we had been going to bed anyways. I've since learned to read into those signs.
TBC…
I know it's short, but I'm cleaning up chapter 4 as we speak… well, as I writ- …as you read.
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Carikube: I'm gonna start using the word 'GUH' more often. It just has so much… character. I am so excited about tonights episode!! Can I just say that Born Under a Bad Sign is one of my FAVORITE eps now!! Jared did an above and beyond performance in that! content sigh
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