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The Cabin
Chapter four
Dean wasn't sure how to answer Sam's statement. He'd die first before he'd let his brother take his own life.
"Just give it time Sam….Promise me that you'll just give it time." Was all he could say.
The doctors were pretty certain Sam's sight would return, but when, they weren't sure. He decided the only thing he could do was change the subject.
"Hey, how 'bout getting a little fishing in?" Dean knew nothing tasted better then a fresh caught trout, and for once they wouldn't have to eat on the run or be looking over their shoulders. Dean used to thrive on the thrill of the hunt, but now he was actually looking forward to a little rest and relaxation, Sam needed it and he was going to make sure he got it. "I'll get our gear."
"You go ahead….I'll wait here."
"Sam it will do you good to get out in the fresh air."
"I'll be fine right here." He looked up at Dean. "Don't worry I'm not going to blow my brains out while you're gone."
"You try anything stupid and I'll kill you myself."
Dean stood looking down at his brother trying to decide if it would be safe to leave him alone. The lake was only a short distance away and he could always sneak back to the cabin every few minutes and check on him.
"Go ahead Dean….I'm not going anywhere."
"Why don't you at least sit out on the porch?"
"You don't trust me?"
"Yeah I trust you….I just thought you might like to be outside for awhile since you've been cooped up in the hospital for weeks."
"I don't need you to find the door for me, if I decide to come out I will."
"Well if you do come out, there are two chairs on the right side of the porch. And just be careful there are three steps before you reach the porch."
"I felt the steps when I came in …Dean I'm blind, not dumb."
Dean winced at Sam's words. Hearing his brother actually say he was blind tore through him like a knife. He could only pray that the doctor was right and that Sam's blindness was only temporary.
"Just thought I'd remind you." Dean headed toward the door. He wanted to ask his brother if he was sure he was alright but knew he'd just get a smart remark back. "I'll go get us some dinner."
Dean headed toward the lake, baited his hook, and tossed the line in. Every few seconds he glanced back at the cabin wondering if he should go check on Sam. Just when he was about to he saw Sam at the doorway. He watched as his brother carefully stepped down onto the porch then put his hand out and felt for the chair. When his hand hit the chair he stepped in front of it and sat down. Dean was relieved to see him, at least now he could an eye on him.
As broken inside as Sam was he knew his brother didn't deserve his smart remarks. It wasn't Dean's fault that they became separated and that the doctor had grabbed him. He was the one who wandered off from his brother to check out a lead, not the other way around. But hearing his brother leave the room, and knowing he was alone, the fear he tried to hide from Dean started to slowly creep its way back into him. He knew he should have gone down to the lake with Dean instead of staying inside the cabin. He remembered the isolation he felt during the week in the doctor's hands… and he remembered the torture…..isolation and torture that finally broke him. Now the slightest unexpected sound made him jump. He wondered if he'd ever be able to hunt again. What good would he be to his brother if every noise made him cringe with fear? Would he ever be the same? How would he be able to live with himself if something happened to Dean because of him? All these thoughts went through his head as he sat on the porch looking at nothing.
The other side of the lake
The three men they had met at the small gas station had driven down one of the other roads that led to the lake. They now sat across the lake watching the Winchesters with binoculars. Joshua looked at the other two men and smiled.
"Looks like easy pickings."
"Like taking candy from a baby." Rodger said as he put down his binoculars.
This was nothing new to the three men who had done this before, followed strangers then robbed them. Some they had even killed and buried the bodies in the lake. They felt like gods, choosing who would be spared and who would die. Joshua had already decided the Winchesters would die.
TBC