Anger's Heartbreak Ch. 3
As afternoon turned into evening, Dean knew he would have to wake Sammy soon. Their dad had said he wanted to go hunting tonight and he had promised to have Sammy up and ready for the hunt.
As he looked over at Sammy, he didn't like what he saw. Sam looked so pale and worn down that Dean wondered if maybe he was coming down with the flu or something. Lord knows that would be the last thing they needed with the mood their dad was in. Sam was vulnerable enough to their dad's rantings right now without having to put up with them while he was sick.
Dean got up off his mattress and walked quietly over to where Sam lay sleeping and gently nudged his shoulder to wake him up.
"It's time to wake up Sammy. Dad will be ready to go shortly and we need to get ready for the hunt."
Sam groaned at having been awoken. His eyes still hurt and his neck felt a little stiff. He must have moved it the wrong way in his sleep. He raised his arm to massage the muscles in his neck noting that he had some muscle pain in his arms too.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" he thought as he got up off the mattress. He was starting to feel a little chilled but there was no way he was telling dad or Dean. Dad already thought he was a big baby and he didn't want to put Dean in the middle of a squabble with his dad.
Dean watched Sammy as he got up off the mattress and noticed that he was moving a little slower than usual.
"You okay Sammy?" he asked with concern in his voice. "You're moving a little slow there brother."
"M'Okay" said Sam as he stood. "I'm just a little stiff from laying on that hard mattress."
Dean accepted that answer knowing how hard his own mattress felt since they were on the floor instead of being supported by box springs and a bed frame.
"Well, lets go into the kitchen and see what dad wants o do" Dean said as he started walking out the door.
"Yeah, tell him I'll be there in a minute. Nature calls you know" Sam said as he motioned towards the bathroom.
Sam was feeling nauseous and didn't know how long he could hold it off. He felt relief when heard Dean told him to hurry and then watched him walk away. Sam barely made it to the bathroom before he started vomiting forcefully into the toilet. He kept the vomiting as quiet as he possibly could hoping that his family wouldn't hear him. After the spell had passed, he washed his face to wipe away the evidence of tears that had leaked down his face from the force of throwing up and then left the bathroom to join his family.
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Sam walked into the kitchen to see his dad and Dean going over the research. They were very engrossed in their conversation about their thoughts on the upcoming hunt, but looked up as Sam entered the room.
"It's about time you got your lazy behind up" said John as he looked at Sam with barely disguised anger. "We could have already been on our way if you weren't such a girl when it comes to pain"
"M'sorry dad" Sam replied as he turned away from his father and brother to get a glass of water. He could feel tears coming to his eyes and didn't want to show that weakness in front of his family. He surreptitiously wiped his eyes with his sleeve and walked over to the table to join his family.
Dean looked over at Sam as he sat down opposite from him. Sam's eyes still looked to be pretty irritated and he wondered if it was from whatever had been bothering him earlier or if he was trying to hold back tears. He could see the shiny wetness that was trying to creep into Sam's eyes. He smiled at his brother trying to make him feel a little better then looked towards their father.
"So dad, what do you think we're looking for on the hunt tonight?" asked Dean with a hint of anticipation in his voice.
John smiled at the look of eagerness in Dean's eyes about the hunt. At least he had one son that he could count when it came down to the hunt.
"I believe we're looking for a wendigo son. As you know, a wendigo is a creature that was at one time human, but after the practice of cannibalism, it was turned into a supernatural creature with an insane need to constantly eat human flesh. The one we will be looking for is probably emaciated from hunger since the woods have mainly been abandoned by hikers from the others that have been killed there."
John then went on to say, "A wendigo is a very large creature with most of them being over seven and a half feet tall. It will have fangs instead of teeth and the fingernails on it's hands will have turned to long, sharp claws, but don't be fooled by the looks of the thing because it will have super human speed when it moves in for the kill."
"Dude, that sounds like one fugly creature" Dean said after hearing the things his dad had to say. "So how do we kill this thing?"
"Well Dean" said his dad, "Lore says that they can be killed by a silver bullet or ice pick to the heart, but the only sure way to make sure the thing is dead is to set it on fire and watch it burn."
"Awesome" said Dean, thrilled by the idea of setting the creature ablaze. "Looks like we better take a couple of flare guns with us. That way we don't have to get to close to the creature to take it down" and looked to see John nodding in agreement.
John turned to look at hit youngest child. "Sam go check the arsenal in the trunk and see how many flare cartridges we have left. You can at least do that much without messing up can't you?"
"Yes Sir" replied Sam looking at his feet instead of meeting his father's gaze before walking out the door.
"Dad, can't you go easier on him?' asked Dean after watching his brother walk away defeated. "He doesn't need you to be so hard on him all the time."
"He needs to grow up Dean and he isn't going to do that if we both baby him and you already do that enough. Hell, you were killing all kinds of creatures when you were his age Dean. You've got to stop sheltering him from the supernatural world and let him face what's really in the world out there."
John ended the conversation by gathering his notes and telling Dean to get his things so they could leave.
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As Sam was walking towards the Impala to do as his dad instructed, he was suddenly hit with severe abdominal pain which made him nearly double over from the stabbing pains in his gut. Tears immediately formed in his eyes and began flowing down his cheeks as he dropped to his knees. The force of the pain was enough to make Sam bend over and touch his head to the ground as he fought to get control of the pain.
"Son of a bitch" he said through gritted teeth, glad that his dad wasn't there to see and hear him. His dad wouldn't be happy with the language he was using even though he let Dean get away with saying those kinds of words all the time.
As he tried to pull himself together, Sam could hear his father in his head saying "Suck it up son, it's just a stomach ache, quit acting like a damn baby and get your ass in gear."
Sam finally got control of the pain as he slowly stood up and continued on his way to the Impala. He opened the trunk and uncovered the hidden arsenal to locate the flare guns. He opened the box and found four flare pistols and ten cartridges. "That should be more than enough" he thought as he closed the case and then the hidden arsenal. As he was about to close the trunk, he saw his father walking out of the house, if you could call it that as dilapidated as it was.
"We have ten cartridges for the flare guns sir" said Sam as his father and Dean walked up to him.
"That should be enough to do the hunt" replied John as he said "Now get your behind in the car so we can get something to eat before the hunt."
John drove the boys to the local Ryan's Buffet Restaurant and ordered black coffee for himself and Dean and a Coca Cola for Sammy . The waitress told them to help themselves to the buffet as she left to get their drink orders. John piled his plate high with a slice of steak, a baked potato, macaroni and cheese, and green beans. Dean had much the same except for he had corn in place of the green beans. When Sammy returned to the table, they saw that he had only one piece of chicken and some rice with gravy on it on his plate.
"Sammy, you need to eat more. This hunt is going to be exhausting and you need to build your strength up for it" said John looking at his youngest son.
"I'm not really hungry dad" said Sam as the waitress brought their drinks.
John smiled his thanks to the waitress and then looked back at Sammy with a wicked glare as she walked away. "I don't care if you're not hungry kiddo. I said you need to eat more and you will or I'll force it down your throat myself. Do you hear me?"
"Yes Sir" said Sam. he got up from the table and went to fix another plate. His stomach was feeling awful and he didn't know how he would be able to choke down his food without throwing it all back up.
Sam returned to the table with a slice of ham, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese and some corn as he sat down to eat.
"Now that's more like it son. I expect you to clean both plates." said John as he ate his own food.
By the time Sam had cleaned both plates his stomach was churning fiercely and he excused himself to the restroom as Dean was working on his second plate full of food.
Sam hurried into a stall and sat down as fierce cramps attacked his stomach once again. This time, instead of nausea he was hit with a severe case of diarrhea. He moaned in pain as he sat there while his body cleansed itself and cramps assaulted his body.
"Oh God" he thought, "How am I ever going to be able to stand up to the hunt tonight?"
After a few minutes, Sam was finally able to leave the restroom and go back to their table.
"It's about damn time you got back" growled John as he looked at his youngest son. "I thought you were going to spend the night in there.
"I'm sorry sir" said Sam. "My stomach was a little upset and I wanted to make sure I was finished so I wouldn't mess up the hunt tonight."
"You feeling sick or something, or are you just trying to find a way out of the hunt?" asked John as he stared at his son with disbelieving eyes.
"No sir, I'm fine ." said Sam hoping that John would just leave things be for once.
"Okay then. Let's get this show on the road" said John as they all left the restaurant and loaded in the Impala ready to leave for the hunt.
TBC
Things are getting worse for Sammy now. Just how will this affect the hunt?
