(Hello. Here's the forth chapter of You and Me against the world.
Thank you to LilyBolt for looking over this chapter and also reviewing my previous chapters. And thank you to LightningBolt21 for reviewing as well.
I do not own Supernatural.)
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August in New York is no picnic. It's hot and crowded and Sam kept trying to wiggle out of Dean's hand.
"Dean, come on I'm fourteen years old for God's sakes. I don't need you holding my hand." Sam complained as he tried yet again to get out.
"New York is a big city, Sam, and I'm not going to have you lost our first day here. Now let's see if we can find the college." Dean said And hopefully a place to sleep for the night He thought as he took a firm hold of his duffle bag and Sam's hand and they started walking. Dean cursed himself for not having the foresight of getting a place to live before running off but he needed to get Sam out as soon as he could and he was not sorry for it. They went up one street and down another and crisscrossed the busy New York streets weaving in and out of people until finally Dean, out of desperation, forked over the ten bucks for a map of the city. Sitting down on the steps of the nearest building, he spread it out on his lap to get a good look.
"Ok, let's see, we're here at 8th and 26th Ave and we need to- Sam get your butt over here right now and stay next to me." Dean snapped as Sam went to wander off.
"Dean come on, just let me go and get something to eat how about?" Sam asked, turning his puppy dog eyes on him.
"Sam, we'll get something to eat when I figure out where to go. Now just stay here." Dean went back to looking at the map. They would have to take a bus. After a good fifteen minutes Dean folded the map up and, putting it in his coat pocket, he grabbed the duffle again and with Sam by his side he started walking to the bus stop. Twenty five minutes of bus riding later they came to a gray brick building with a lot of windows all of them where dark from what Dean could make out. Sighing he bit his lip and looked at his watch- five O'clock PM- then rolled his eyes. He forgot to set his watch ahead an hour because of the time zones so technically it was six O' clock PM. They needed to find a place to settle down for the night and hopefully they could come back tomorrow or the day after and he could get signed up for his classes. Turning around he hoisted his duffle bag higher on his shoulder and started walking again, Sam dodging people to get caught up.
"Dean?" Sam asked.
"Yeah Sammy?" Dean replied.
"Where are we going to spend the night?" Sam inquired.
"I don't know, homeless shelter I guess. I'm sorry Sam, I didn't think this through too well. If I had more time I could have at least found a place for us to live." Dean said.
"But I don't understand. How it is your fault?" Sam asked. "Under the circumstances, it's Dad, sorry, John's fault."
Dean ran his tongue over his teeth and clicked it. "I should have-" He began but Sam cut him off.
"Dean, what's done is done. Now let's find a place to sleep for the night." Sam said in a voice that meant it was over.
"Ok, yeah…come on kiddo." Dean put his arm around Sam and they continued walking down the crowded street.
"Excuse me… mister, excuse me." Dean said going up to a hotdog vender.
"What do ya want kid?" he asked, but before Dean could say a thing, a guy wearing black slacks and white button down and girl wearing jeans and a red shirt walked up and got two hotdogs.
"Come on Henry, we're going to be late to the play." The girl laughed.
"No we won't Sissy, you're the star performer. They could not run the show without you." The guy said, and handed the vendor some money, took their hotdogs, and hurried off.
"Can I have two hotdogs one with the works and the other with just catsup and mustard?" Dean finally was able to order.
"Sure thing." The vender said and started making the hotdogs.
"Another thing. Do-do you know where we could find a homeless shelter?" Dean asked hesitantly. "Don't worry, I have money to pay for the hotdogs." He said quickly as the vender turned to most likely yell at him. "It's just that my brother and I, well, we just got here and we don't have a place to stay." The vender looked at him. Dean knew both Sam and him looked like Hell warmed over. The bruising on Sam's neck had finally started to fade and Dean's black eye had just about left, the only thing that remained was a yellowish green tinge.
"Tell you what kid." The guy said handing over the food. "There is a YMCA just down the road a piece if you'd like to stay there instead. It's not free but it's more comfortable than a homeless shelter."
"Oh, ahh, yeah Ok, thanks." Dean said as he handed the catsup and mustered hotdog to Sam. He then handed over the money and they both left.
"The address is 225 Atlantic Avenue." the guy yelled at Dean's retreating back.
"225 Atlantic Avenue." Dean muttered to himself. "Where would that be." He stopped on the street corner to consult the map again. "Here Sam can you hold onto my hotdog?" Sam took the hotdog as Dean looked at the map.
"Ok found it." Dean said and took his hotdog back and they continued on their way.
Soon they came upon the YMCA and, taking Sam's hand yet again, Dean walked through the doors.
"Hello?" He said stepping up to the reception desk.
"Hello." An older man turned around and leaned over the desk. "How can I help you?"
"My brother and I would like a room." Dean said.
"Ok, we have bunk beds available and a locker to place your stuff for fifty dollars a night." The man said.
"Fifty dollars apiece or fifty dollars total?" Dean asked.
"Fifty dollars apiece." The man explained, "But you can use all the YMCA facilities, showers, restroom, pool, and weight room. Everything that it offers." He said.
"Oh, umm ok." Dean reached into his wallet and pulled out two fifty dollar bills and handed them over.
"Thank you. Here's a key for a locker for your belongings and a list of the rules." He handed Dean a small key and a piece of paper. "Do you want two twin beds or bunks?"
Dean looked at Sam "What do you think Sam?" he questioned.
"Can we have bunk beds?" Sam asked his voice hopeful.
"Bunk beds please." Dean said.
"Ok, down the hall, take a right, go through the double doors and take another right, first door on the left." The guy explained.
"Thank you sir." Dean said and walked down the hall with Sam on his heels.
They found the room with no trouble and Dean opened the door. The room was an off white colour with the bunk beds, with tan sheets and white covers, neatly made up in the middle of the room, a window to the left and a locker off in the right corner.
"I call top bunk." Sam said as they stepped in.
"Fine by me." Dean said, going over and sitting down on the bottom bunk and laying down, he closed his eyes. He did not realize how tired he was. He heard Sam moving around and jiggling something.
"Dean?" Sam asked.
"Hmm, what Sam?" Dean asked in return.
"Can I have the key for the locker?" Sam inquired.
"Hmmm here." Dean tossed the key in Sam's general direction then opened his eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Putting our stuff in the locker." Sam said, then dug around for his pajamas and found Dean's as well.
"Are you going to put your pajamas on?" he asked as he went over and handed Dean his pajamas.
"Hmm I'll wait until your done changing then I'll change. Just tell me." Dean said rolling over. After a few minutes he felt Sam shake him.
"Dean, hey Dean I'm done, you want to change?" Sam asked as he hopped up onto the top bunk and turned to face away. As soon as Dean changed into his pajamas and shut the light off he crawled into bed and although it was only six thirty he was asleep in seconds.
Dean woke up to a low moaning.
"What the hell?" He wondered "Crap. John." He thought and grabbed a knife from under the pillow. Then his senses caught up with him and he remembered that John was gone, so what was making that noise?
"No, please, Daddy, I promise, I won't, please Dad, you're hurting me. Dean. Help Dean!" Dean was on his feet and had the bedroom light on standing by the top bunk before he even knew he was up. Sam's sheets where tossed off him and in a pool by his feet and his whole body was tossing and turning in the fits of a nightmare. Tossing the knife back onto his bed Dean reached out to wake Sam up.
"Sam." Dean whispered, grabbing his shoulder gently trying to wake him up. Sam moaned and immediately rolled away from Dean.
"Sam, come on kiddo, wake up. It's just a nightmare." Dean whispered, reaching over to shake him again. After a few seconds of gentle shaking and trying not to make Sam roll off the top bunk, Sam shot up with an almighty scream.
"Hey, hey Sam. Sammy, calm down it's just me." Dean said waiting for Sam to realize where he was at.
"Dean?" Sam finally whispered.
"Yeah, it's me." Dean said "That must have been bad."
"Yeah." Sam said providing no more information.
"Want to talk about it?" Dean asked.
"No." Sam replied.
"Ok, well umm let's get you tucked in again." Dean suggested as Sam laid down and Dean pulled the covers up to his chin and tucked them around him.
"Good night Dean." Sam said, yawning.
"Night Sam." Dean said turning the light off and crawling into his bed shoving the knife under the pillow again. He was just about to drift off again when a small voice from the dark stopped him.
"Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy?"
"Can I….can I sleep with you just for tonight? Please?" Sam's voice made him sound younger than his fourteen years. Dean was quiet for a moment.
"Dean?"
"Yeah I guess, come on. Be careful jumping down, but come on." Dean sighed, and soon Sam was snuggled up against Dean his head just under Dean's chin and Dean's arms around him.
"Thanks Dean." Sam whispered.
"Hmm." Dean yawned for the third time. He was about to fall asleep when he felt a leg kick him.
"Sam quit wiggling." He hissed.
"Sorry."
It was quiet for a moment.
"What's on your mind Tiger?" Dean asked.
"I can't sleep."
"Oh." Dean sighed and began to rub Sam's back gently, then began to sing softly
"I took my love and took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Till the landslide brought me down"
Slowly Sam's breathing evened out and became deeper, and soon he was fast asleep.
"Good night Sammy, sweet dreams." Dean said as finally he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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