Chapter 4-My Strength, My Love
An hour after Sam disappeared, Dean was a wreck. He didn't know what had happened to him and it scared the hell out of him. And especially after a fight that led to threats of sleeping in the car. All Dean wanted to do was hug him and tell him he loved him more times than was humanly possible, but he couldn't. Not when he didn't even know where Sam was or why someone wanted to take him in the first place.
John was trying to help Dean the best he could, but when Sam was in danger, Dean wouldn't ask for help from anybody…not even his own father. It was until things got too bad for Dean to handle on his own that he finally broke down and asked for help. But Dean wasn't anywhere near reaching that stage yet.
"Dean." John said as he watched his oldest bury himself in heaps of research. Anything that had to do with people being taken by a blue light. "Are you listening to me?" He asked.
"No." Dean answered. "I don't have time to listen to anyone. I have to find Sam." Dean said as he clicked on a link on Sam's laptop. There was a void in his heart as he clicked it. The sound was so hollow. It hurt so bad.
"Listen to me." John said as he shut the laptop lid, shutting off the computer as he did. Dean looked up at his dad, glaring daggers through him into the core of his very soul.
"Don't ever touch this computer." Dean said. "No one should touch it. Ever." Dean growled. Since Sam was gone, he was becoming very protective of anything that was his. And it broke John's heart to see Dean this upset.
"You don't understand Dean." John said, sliding the computer away from Dean before he set down in front of him. "We have no leads to where Sam went or even if he's still alive." Dean was about to growl something at John, but John raised his hand in protest, stopping his oldest from saying anything. "Now listen. I know we really shouldn't be thinking like this, but there may be a slight fact that Sam could be…"
"Don't you freakin' say that word." Dean said. "That's the worst word you could say to me right now." He then stood from the table he was sitting at and flopped down on the bed. The king sized bed that he had got for Sam and him. The one that the first night they were here, they had shared. That wasn't too long ago, but the fight had happened and Sam slept in the bathtub and Dean slept in the Impala. God, he felt like a total dick now.
"Let me call Bobby." John said. "He has to know something about this kind of stuff. He's been a hunter for way longer than me." He added. Dean continued to glare him down. He still had not reached that stage yet.
"No." Dean said. "There's no need to get other people involved. I have everything under control." He growled. John sighed.
"Okay." He said. "If you've got everything under control, where is Sam?" He asked. He wasn't trying to bring down Dean's self-confidence in himself that he had when it came to taking care of Sam, but he was trying to prove to Dean that he needed help.
"Stop it!" Dean yelled. "I don't need anyone's help! I'm supposed to protect Sam! I've done it for years without your or anybody's help and I can do it now!" Dean yelled at John. John was stunned by Dean's sudden outburst. "So why don't you do us all a favor and just get the hell out?" John sighed and turned.
"Call me if you need me." John said.
"Don't worry, I won't." Dean said under his breath. John sighed and left the room. Dean curled up on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep. Not without his Sammy at his side.
Poor Dean. He feels so bad about what happened between him and Sam. While Sam thinks that Dean hates him, Dean thinks that he's lost Sam forever. I would say send them on Dr. Phil, but I don't really care for him that much and Montel's not on the air anymore. They get their own soap opera lol. Please review!