Anger's Outcome Ch. 4
Disclaimer: The Winchesters and everything related to them belongs to Kripke and the CW. I am not making a profit from this story.
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Previously: "We've got time for a sparring session" John said as he tugged Sammy by the arm to the back yard. Sam stumbled as his dad pulled him along. He was a little bit loopy from the effects of the pain pill and was having a little trouble seeing straight.
"Dad wait a freaking minute" Dean called out as he slowly struggled to climb from the car since his leg had stiffened up on him from the drive. He knew there was no way that Sammy was in shape for a sparring match after he had just dosed him up with the pain pill, Sammy would be hurt for sure.
John heard Dean calling out to him but ignored his oldest knowing that Dean would make up some kind of excuse why Sammy couldn't spar with him. He continued pulling Sammy with him wondering why in the hell the kid kept stumbling over his own two feet.
"Damn it Sam get yourself together" John said as he pushed Sam ahead of him making the kid fall to his knees. He reached down and grabbed his youngest by the arm and yanked him back up to a standing position thinking that Sammy was just trying to piss him off again.
"Okay kiddo, get yourself into defensive position" John said as he watched Sammy look at him as if trying to comprehend what he meant by that. Feeling frustrated with his youngest, John kicked Sammy's right foot into place since it was usually his lead foot. He then grabbed Sam's arms and put them into defensive position up in front of Sammy's face.
John launched a turning back kick was impressed when Sammy managed to side step it even though he stumbled a little. At least his youngest had learned to counter one of his kicking motions. As he prepared to launch a few jabs to see how well Sammy could block them, he heard Dean calling out to him to listen for a freaking minute before he did something he would regret.
Ignoring Dean once again, John launched another sparring attack this time using his fists. He jabbed his right hand at Sam's ribs and was blocked as Sam countered the blow once again. John feigned an attack towards Sam's stomach and then launched an upwards blow that managed to hit Sam's right cheek just below the eye causing the kid to drop to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"What the hell" John said as he immediately dropped to his son's side. He couldn't believe that Sammy had actually fallen for the false move to the stomach. The kid knew better than to drop both of his arms, leaving his face unprotected. "Sammy?" John uttered in a worried voice as he watched his youngest child's eyes roll backwards before passing out cold.
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Dean was frustrated as he climbed from the car and did his best to follow his dad and Sammy. He had tried to get his dad to listen to him, but John had totally ignored him. He knew he had to get to them as quickly as possible to keep his dad from hurting his little brother by accident since he didn't know Sammy was totally tanked on pain medication.
As he limped as quickly as his leg would allow him, he yelled out to his dad once more hoping against hope that John would actually listen to him this time. "Dad, you need to wait a freaking minute before you do something you'll regret"
Dean rounded the corner just in time to see his father's fist connecting with Sammy's face as his heart fell to his feet. How could he have let this happen so quickly. His anger built up exponentially as he limped over towards his brother and then dropped down beside him.
"Sammy?" Dean said with a quiver to his voice. He hated the fact that he hadn't been able to keep John from hurting his baby brother. As he reached out and stroked Sammy's hair, Dean looked up at his dad with contempt in his eyes.
"You stupid son of a bitch. Why couldn't you just listen to me? I asked you to wait but you just frigging ignored me."
"I didn't mean to hit him Dean. It was an accident. Sammy knows better than to fall for a false move like he just did. Hell, he's blocked it hundred's of times before" John said trying to push the blame off elsewhere.
"Sure he has, when he wasn't doped to the gills with Darvocet."
"Wh-what" John questioned, not believing what he had just heard.
"I tried to tell you, but you just blew me off. He was hurting dad, so I gave him the pain medication to help alleviate some of the pain. You know how loopy he gets when he takes the strong stuff, so there was no way he was up to sparring and protecting himself" Dean informed his dad.
"I'm sorry son, I wouldn't have made him spar if I had known" John said actually feeling guilty for what he had done. He never wanted to hurt Sammy. Hell the whole reason he had been tough on him was because he was trying to get close to the kid again. Since he had let Dean take over most aspects concerning Sammy during the hunt, he had felt his youngest drifting away from him. He thought if they could spend more time together, then they could rebuild that father and son relationship between them. He just wanted Sammy to look up to him and love him the way he did when he was young.
"Yeah, well I did try to tell you ya know" Dean responded as he reached down to pick up his unconscious baby brother.
"Hold it right there Ace, I'll get him" John said knowing there was no way Dean would be able to carry Sammy into the house with the way he was still limping on his leg. Sure, it was getting better, but he was still having problems with it being stiff.
Dean begrudgingly gave up his position and allowed his father to pick Sammy up. He followed John into the house and stopped in the kitchen to get some ice while his dad carried Sammy to his room. Wrapping the ice in a hand towel, he carried it to the room to see John pulling his little brother's shoes off. He walked over and sat on the side of Sammy's bed and applied the ice to his cheek. He could already seeing the bruising starting to form and knew that Sammy would have one heck of a shiner by morning.
Dean held the icepack to Sammy's cheek as he watched his dad reach up to unsnap Sammy's jeans before pulling them off gently, leaving Sammy in just his boxers and a tee shirt. John then picked up the blanket and pulled it up to Sammy's chest making sure to tuck it in firmly. John then smiled at Dean before leaving the room to allow the brothers some time to themselves.
John walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and slumped down into a chair. He felt guilty knowing that Sammy had been unable to protect himself this time, that he had hit the kid hard enough to bruise him when Sammy couldn't have known it was coming. "Damn it, why can't I do anything right with him" John muttered as he swigged down a shot of whiskey
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Dean sat on the bed beside Sammy and stroked his hair while he waited for his baby brother to wake up. He knew that the Darvocet was partly at fault for keeping his baby brother under. After noticing that the ice had melted, he used the cold cloth to wipe down his baby brother's face. "I'm so sorry kiddo, I should have been able to keep dad from hitting you" Dean whispered as he smiled sadly at his baby brother.
Dean was about to leave the room to get more ice for Sammy's face when he heard his baby brother moaning.
"Sammy, can you hear me kiddo?" he asked as he watched Sammy rolling his head back and forth.
"De'n, what 'appened" Sammy groaned as he reached up a hand to his cold and aching face.
"You took a hard hit to the face during the sparring training little brother" Dean replied in answer to Sammy' question.
"I-I d-did? I d-don't 'member even sparring" Sammy said just before nodding off again.
Dean watched as his little brother slipped off to sleep once again. He quietly got up and left knowing that Sammy would most likely sleep for a while from the pain pill he had given to him earlier. He was a real lightweight when it came to pain medication. Dean walked out to the kitchen to see John slouching in a chair with a half empty bottle of whiskey in front of him. He knew his dad was feeling guilty about what happened but he couldn't feel any sympathy for him. Maybe next time John would listen to him instead of brushing him off.
I didn't meanto hurthurthim" John slurred as he looked up at Dean with bloodshot eyes. "Know I been mean to Sa-Samm-mmy lately but I swswear I lovvvve the kid."
"Yeah, I know you do dad, you just have a bad way of showing it" Dean said as he removed the whiskey bottle from his dad's hands.
"No, I r-r-reallllllllly m-m-mean ittt" John slurred trying to make Dean understand how he felt.
"Come on dad, you're drunk" Dean said as he tugged his father into a standing position and supported him down the hallway to their dad's room. He pulled back the blankets and then allowed John to face plant himself on the bed before pulling his dad's shoes off and throwing the blanket over him. "When will you ever learn?" he muttered to John knowing that his father never heard him with the loud snoring that his dad was emitting.
After getting his father settled, Dean once again looked in on Sammy to find him still sleeping before quietly walking to the kitchen to make himself some dinner. Figuring that his dad and Sammy would both sleep until morning, he pulled out a loaf of bread and some ham and cheese to make some sandwiches. There was no sense in cooking just for himself.
After cleaning the kitchen, Dean watched a couple of hours of television before deciding to get some rest himself. But instead of climbing into his bed, he pulled the pillow and blankets off of it and walked to Sammy's room with them. He quietly made himself a pallet on the floor beside Sammy's bed using the blanket and then lay down to go to sleep. Surely things would be better in the morning.
TBC