Anger's Heartbreak Ch. 4
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is late. My internet was down for a few days and is sporadic right now due to storm damage.
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By the time the Impala had reached the wooded area outside of Billings, John was more than ready to get the hunt started. All three Winchesters climbed out of the Impala and walked to the trunk to get their gear for the hunt.
"Dean, get two of the flare guns and five cartridges, I'll get the others" said John as he reached in to uncover their arsenal.
""What about Sammy dad, shouldn't he get one of the flare guns for protection?" asked Dean as he followed his dad's orders.
"Are you kidding me?" John asked incredulously. "Sammy would probably set the woods on fire."
Sam, after hearing his father's words, looked down towards the ground and shuffled his feet. It was obvious that his father thought he was useless. He couldn't figure out why he was made to come on the hunt.
"Alright, let's head out" said John as he led the way into the woods while Dean and Sammy followed, each being careful to make the least amount of sound possible. When they came upon an area of the hiking trail that broke off into different directions, John opted to take the trail on the right and told Dean and Sammy to take the one on the left.
Before he left John said, "Sam, you better do just as your brother tells you. The last thing I need is to have to rescue your sorry behind because you didn't follow orders. Do you hear me son?"
"Yes Sir" relied Sammy in a defeated voice. He knew no matter what he did that he wouldn't be able to please his father so it was best to agree to whatever he said.
Dean felt awful for Sammy. He wanted to tell his dad that how much of an ass he was being, but he knew John would get mad so he held his tongue. The problem was, he didn't know if he would be able to hold it for too much longer before he let his father have it with both barrels for the way he treated Sammy.
"Come on little brother" Dean said with a smile on his face. "We've got a wendigo to roast."
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Dean and Sammy followed their trail deeper into the woods, each keeping an eye out for anything out of place. After walking for approximately thirty minutes, Dean decided to sit for a few minutes and rest. He had noticed that Sam was starting to lag behind and wanted to give his brother a few moments to catch his breath.
Sam was glad for the chance to sit down. He didn't feel very well and his muscles were hurting so badly and were starting to cramp. He didn't know how much further he would be able to walk. After a few minutes, he went to stand up and groaned in pain as he was assaulted by severe leg cramps. He fell to his knees and began rubbing them forcefully trying to take the pain away.
Dean was scouting the surrounding area for any clues when he heard Sammy groan in pain. He rushed back to where Sammy was resting to find him on his knees and rubbing his legs.
"What's wrong Sammy, what happened?" He asked as he looked Sammy over trying to see if he was hurt anywhere else.
"It's my legs Dean. My muscles feel like they're seizing and I can't get them to stop" gasped Sam with a trembling voice.
Dean sat by Sammy and took his right leg in his hands and began to massage the large muscle. He could feel they way that it was corded up and could only imagine how painful it must have been for his little brother. After he felt the tension release in the right leg, he immediately went to work on the left one.
"It's probably just growing pains Sammy. I had them when I was growing up and they hurt like hell. We'll get you some Tylenol when we get back to the car" said Dean.
After finishing the massage and making sure that Sammy's legs were feeling better, Dean helped his little brother to get up so they could continue on their hunt. They hadn't gone too far when Dean and Sam heard the most horrible shrieking sound close by.
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John was getting frustrated. He had been searching for the wendigo for a few hours now and still there was no sign of it. He wondered if his boys had seen any signs of the creature being nearby. He couldn't believe how bad this hunt was turning out for him. The hunt had started off on the wrong foot with Sammy being upset because of having to move again and he had made the trip out to Billings a long and torturous affair.
Things just kept getting worse between he and Sammy as the days went by. He didn't know how long it would be before they came to blows and he definitely didn't want that. He was just so tired of all his teenage angst. It was time for the boy to grow up and act like a man.
John was about to continue searching for signs along his trail when he heard a shrieking sound coming from the area that he had sent his boys to.
"Son of a bitch" he yelled as he took of running towards his boys praying that they were okay. He couldn't believe he had sent them into harms way without him.
John ran with reckless abandon through the overgrown area as branches whipped at his body . He ignored the pain as he felt a thin branch tear through his shirt and into his skin. He had to get to his boys quickly.
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Dean scanned the area around him and Sammy looking for the wendigo. He knew it was close by when he heard the eerie sound that the creature had made. He could feel the hairs on his arms raise in anticipation of facing off against the creature, but he was also worried knowing the condition that Sammy was in right now.
Suddenly, Dean saw something moving too swiftly to identify what it was. He couldn't believe how quickly the creature was moving and to make matters worse, it was heading straight for Sammy. Dean didn't have time to raise his flare gun as he threw himself in front of his baby brother. He felt the wendigo's sharp claws rake across his chest just before experiencing the white hot pain that accompanied it.
Sam froze as he saw the creature approaching him. His muscles were seizing up again and he felt a sudden spiking pain in his head that was threatening to take him under. He knew he was about to die as he felt himself losing consciousness. The last thing he saw before passing out was Dean hurtling in front of him as he fell to the ground.
John arrived on the scene just in time to see Dean jumping in front of Sammy as the creature reached out his massive arm to gut his baby boy. He saw Sammy collapsing as he heard Dean scream out in agony at the pain of feeling the claws dig into his chest. John quickly aimed his gun and fired the flare making a direct hit into the creatures heart. He didn't stop to watch it burn as he ran quickly over to his boys.
"Dad, you gotta check on Sammy" Dean said through gritted teeth as he struggled to sit up, seeing that his brother was unconscious. His chest was on fire but he was more concerned about Sam.
As John bent over Sammy, he could see the sheen of perspiration that adorned the youngster's face. He reached out to touch his forehead with his palm and was alarmed at how hot he felt.
"Crap Dean, the kid's burning up. Why didn't he tell me he was sick? He shouldn't have come on this hunt!"
Dean was furious at hearing his father blame Sammy. "You've got to be freaking kidding me. With the way you've been telling Sammy to suck it up and to stop whining, what did you expect him to do huh?"
Dean went on to say, "This is all your fault dad. If you had been more of a father and less of an ass, then Sammy wouldn't have felt the need to hide his sickness from you.. Don't you dare blame my baby brother for this."
John couldn't believe the way that Dean was talking to him but he knew the boy was right. It was his fault. He had been constantly telling Sam to suck it up lately. He made the kid feel like he was inferior to his big brother by comparing them all the time.
"You're right Dean. This is my fault and I'm sorry. I should have been more considerate of Sam and his needs."
"You're damn right you should have been dad. I swear you've made him feel lower than dirt lately. If something happens to Sammy, I will never forgive you for it." Dean turned his head away from his father as his tears began to fall. He couldn't remember ever being so mad in his life.
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John picked his unconscious baby boy up and carried him to the car as Dean struggled to walk behind him. Dean hadn't spoken a word to him since his outburst and John wondered if either of his children would ever speak to him again. He wouldn't blame them if they didn't. He let tears trail down his face as he walked in silence knowing that he could very well lose both of his sons tonight because of his own stupidity.
By the time they made it back to the Impala, Dean was nearly dead on his feet. He had black spots dancing in front of his eyes and he felt like throwing up. His chest felt like it was coming apart from the inside out as pain radiated from the gouge marks in his chest.
He opened the door and crawled into the back seat waiting for John to slide Sammy in beside him. He rested his baby brother's head on his lap and ran his fingers through Sam's hair as he whispered words of assurance hoping that Sammy could somehow hear him.
"I gotcha Sammy. I'll always be right here for you and I swear I'll never let anyone hurt you again, not even dad."
John could hear the conviction in Dean's voice and knew the last part of that message was meant for him. As he raced towards the hospital, he asked for Mary's guidance in making sure that Sammy survived so he could make things right with his boys.
TBC
Will John lose his boys as the big revelation about Sam's illness is revealed in the next chapter?