Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. If I did…well, a lot of things would be different. I also do not own the places the Winchesters visit.
Ages this chapter:
Dean= 18
Sam= 14
Greed is the desire for material wealth or gain. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness.
NEVADA:
Sam was excited. Today was Dean's 18th birthday. The eldest son had already said a present wasn't necessary; he above all knew how tight money was. Sam has nodded along but he has already had 200 bucks saved up. That was four months ago, when Sam had first asked his brother what he wanted for his birthday. He'd been working for Bobby all summer, eager to get his brother something worthwhile for his birthday.
Sam loved Dean. He didn't know when it had started or rather, when it had escalated and grown to such an extreme. Sam knew he'd always loved his brother as his brother. Recently he had come to the conclusion it was more than that. Instead of daydreaming about girls like Dean had said he would…he was daydreaming about Dean. Sam knew it was wrong but he loved his brother. Besides, he would never act upon the thoughts and feelings. He knew it would hurt his brother and he didn't want to do anything to harm his most important person.
Either way, he wanted to get Dean a really nice present. He knew his father had gotten Dean a new fake id, one that said Dean was 21. The best gift Sam could think of was some spending money to go the 100 miles to Vegas. Besides that, he managed to get Dean away from the Impala long enough to wash and wax the classic car. He'd had to borrow some money from John…not that he knew Sam took it. He had the intentions to replace it when he could and he made sure to take it out of his father's alcohol stash.
"Sam!"
The brunette looked up from the envelope in his hands, a small smile on his face. Dean came bounding into the room, munching on a piece of cake.
"Dude, are you sure you aren't a girl? This cake is amazing!"
Sam laughed as his brother tried to get some frosting off his nose. Dean sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling as he waved a forkful of cake in front of Sam's face.
"Eat it Samantha, you know you want to."
Sam laughed and obediently opened his mouth, letting Dean feed him the cake. As Dean shoveled another bite of cake into his own mouth, Sam licked the frosting off his lips. He had to admit, he did make a pretty good cake.
"Dean! Come out here son!"
Dean pounced up off the bed and Sam couldn't resist laughing; his brother was practically vibrating with energy. He followed Dean out of the bedroom, clutching the envelope in his hands. He slid it into his jacket when they came to the living room, hoping to keep the envelope out of his father's sight. Dean sat down on the kitchen table, swinging his feet like he was 4 again. John smiled at Dean.
"I have a gift for you, son."
Dean paused in his bouncing.
"You didn't have to Dad."
John placed a hand on his son's shoulder.
"I wanted to Dean."
They both grinned and then John handed Dean a slim envelope. Dean opened it quickly, tipping it so the contents would spill into his hand. He flipped the id over, reading the information. His eyes practically light up when he saw the age.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
Sam bit his lip to keep from laughing at the look on Dean's face. Dean stood, pulling out his wallet and removing the current id and putting in the new one. He then dashed to the bedroom and was heard tossing things around, mumbling to himself. John stood, moving to the bedroom. Sam stayed, as expected of him and listened to the faint murmuring and laughing of father and son.
Within 10 minutes Dean was leaving the hotel room and Sam followed out the door, closing it behind him. John was already pouring over his journal so Sam knew he'd be safe to give Dean his present. Dean was circling the Impala, eyeing it appreciatively. Then he turned, catching Sam in a noggie.
"I know it was you Sam, don't even try to deny it."
By the time Dean was done rubbing Sam's head, both were laughing. Dean let his brother go and the youngest lightly shook his hair while he fished around in his jacket. Dean had opened the door to the Impala and was placing his phone on the dashboard.
"So where are you going?"
Dean pursed his lips.
"Well, there's this nice little bar at the edge of town. Think I might head that way."
Sam waited until Dean was in the car and had rolled down the window. The eldest raised a brow at his brother.
"What is it Sam?"
"I have a present for you."
Dean smiled.
"You didn't have to Sammy."
Sam smiled lightly and pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket. He handed it to Dean and then tucked his hands into his pockets, watching through his bangs as his brother opened the gift. Dean pulled out the cash, quickly counting. He looked up at Sam, eyes wide.
"How the hell did you get 500 bucks?"
Sam smiled.
"I worked for Bobby last summer."
It wasn't the only thing he did. Most of the money was from doing other people's homework during the school year. Sam had also saved Christmas money from Pastor Jim and Missouri. Most of the time Sam would have spent it on a new hoodie or some new notebooks but Dean…Dean was more important than any of it. Speaking of Dean, he was smiling at Sam and God, he looked like he was about to cry.
"Sammy…"
"You deserve it Dean. Go to Vegas. It's only about an hour and half away. Have fun."
Dean nodded, giving Sam his shit-happy grin. He turned the key to the Impala and it roared to life.
"See you later Sammy."
"Bye Dean."
He looked so in his element as he pulled out of the parking lot, window rolled down and dark shades on. Sam could still hear the Led Zeppelin as Dean turned the street corner. Sam smiled to himself, knowing for certain his saving was worth it. He turned to the hotel, walking into the room and locking the door behind him. He turned around, slightly shocked to see his father standing right in front of him.
"Sam."
"Yes sir?"
John placed a hand on the left side of Sam's head, flat against the door. Sam bowed his head, looking to see if he could escape to the right. He couldn't; the wall was so close his shoulder was pressed against it snuggly. Sam looked up through his bangs, watching his father.
"Where is my money?"
"Sir?"
John's jaw clenched and his right hand fisted in Sam's shirt. He picked him up, feet dangling off the floor and proceeded to bang him against the door. Sam clenched his teeth, which only ignited the new pounding in his head.
"Don't lie to me, boy. Dean knows better than to get into my stash. What did you do with it?"
Sam bit his lip.
"I t-took it to wash the I-impala."
John paused, finally lowering Sam to the floor. He turned from his son, making it only two steps before he turned around and punched the boy. Sam fell to the floor, curling into a ball and protecting his head. For a few minutes there were a volley of sharp kicks to Sam's stomach and then his back. Sam lost track of time, lost track of the kicks and the punches.
There was so much pain, so much that it felt as though he were being pulled into pieces, being split apart and ripped at the seams. At some point he failed to protect his head and then there was blood matting his brunette hair to his pale face. Within 30 minutes the beating had stopped and John had left the room, heading to a bar no doubt.
Sam lay behind the door, still curled in a protective ball. Slowly he uncurled, laying in silence for so long he almost expected Dean to come back. When he finally had the energy to climb into the shower and wash away the blood and soothe the emerging bruises, he felt a sense of happiness despite it all. Dean was out, having fun and being happy.
And Dean meant more than anything.
END OF CHAPTER:
Apparently I can't end chapters. Hope it didn't suck to bad. I'm kinda down because I've only got two reviews for this story…this fandom is so HUGE I thought surely more people would be interested. Eh, oh well. A review is a review :D I'm just glad people are actually reading this. Oh, and to the anonymous reviewer from last chapter, thanks for reviewing!
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Eris-R-Renee
