Disclaimer: I'm suppose to be nice and say not mine AND sorry for borrowing them from the sandbox but I'm not suppose to lie… LOL, no I am not the lucky bastard that owns them… too bad…
Note1#: I thought I had posted early Wednesday… being before 10 or 11 in the morning but it showed that it was posted after 5 pm… No, time difference on the posting never occurred to me… I was busy thinking about … um… never you mind what I was thinking about… (evil grin) So, I posted before going to bed from Sat night it is 2:32 am here…
So this is an early posting in celebration of my adopted daughter's birthday! Happy 15th Jo! Thanks as always for the awesome reviews and of course favs and alerts! Enjoy!
Chapter 7
Suddenly something close to a sniffle was heard by both boys. They quickly found Bobby frozen by the bed with his gaze locked on them. He gave a embarrassed grin as he continued to stare at them. "I wasn't eavesdropping… I was here watching sixes while…" He rushed out before he cleared his throat, obviously made uncomfortable by the return stares he started to talk again, "I didn't want to interrupt you two idgits."
Dean turned slightly red when he tried to make light of the situation by giving a flippant reply, "So I love my jerk of a little brother, secret's out." Dean spared Sammy a grin.
Sammy beamed brightly at his big brother. Dean still loved him after everything. He felt suddenly off kilter as he slid sideways onto the bed. Next thing he knew Dean had a hand pressed to each cheek and was shouting at him, "… hear me?"
"Yeah… why'd you move the bed?" He tried feebly to joke as he continued to lay there and stare up at his big brother.
"Dude, shit." Dean snapped as he moved back and ran a hand through his hair as he tried to regain his composure. This shit… fine one minute and not the next was driving him crazy!
"I'm fine, Dean." Sammy told him in classic Dean fashion as he added a small smile to try to ease the worry lines that seemed to be a new added feature to his big brother's face. Caused of course by him, a tiny voice added. He flinched at the comment only he could hear and received an odd look from Dean.
"We are a lot closer to nearing fine than we were but we still have a little ways to get there." Dean said as he slid off the bed and continued to watch him.
Sammy studied Dean as well as he tried to lighten the mood of the room when it suddenly dawned on him that Bobby was no longer there. Good a time as any to ask what was on his mind, "Dean are you happy?" Sammy asked as slowly sat up and looked through his bangs while he continued, "I'm mean really?"
Confusion skittered like lightening across Dean's face as he tried to determine what Sammy was trying to really ask.
Sammy bit his lip as he looked away.
Dean scrubbed at his mouth a couple of times with his hand as his other hand retrieved the chair that Bobby had previously vacated. He plopped down and braced his elbows on his legs to lean forward before he chose to speak, "Now that you're back…" He braced himself as the chick flick marathon that was quickly overtaking his life continued with him leading it this time, "I'm peachy, bro."
Sammy stood and walked over to the window to stare out it before he said softly, "Dean…"
Dean's heart started to beat a little harder… a little faster… this didn't sound like it was going anywhere good.
"I called Lisa." Sammy said without looking at Dean just stiffened slightly as he waited for Dean to explode.
Dean slowly stood as he blinked rapidly while his mind raced to telegraph, this was so much worse than he thought but he said aloud, "What?"
"I called Lisa." Sammy repeated, wincing slightly at the ragged intake of breath coming from Dean.
"Why would you do that?" Dean whispered hoarsely as he sounded hurt and angry all rolled into one.
"You weren't going to." Sammy flatly stated still not looking at Dean.
"Fucking right I wasn't." Dean snarled as he slammed a hand through his hair. God, he really couldn't believe this shit! Aloud he growled in anger, "Sammy you had no right, it was none of your business."
"Actually." Sammy started to say as he turned to stare at Dean intently, "I have every right."
"How to you figure that, Sam?" Dean had intently made sure not to call him Sammy, but Sam.
So that alone let Sammy know just how pissed Dean was at that moment. Sammy sighed sadly before he jumped in with both feet, "Because I sent you there in the first place. Then after you had moved on with your life I came in like a tornado and ripped it apart… again. Then I let you get turned… that is what happened to you and Lisa… me. It's my fault."
"No. You only asked me to go the rest is on me." Dean corrected his little brother.
"You would never have been in the position to hurt them if I had never shown up." Sam stated flatly.
"Sammy." Dean warned as he took a step closer.
"I told her everything." Sammy said quickly before he lost his nerve not realizing he had taken a half step back… away from his pissed big brother.
"Everything?" Dean asked as he stepped even closer to Sammy.
Sammy nodded as his hair swayed back and forth at the vigorous shaking of his head.
"Why the fuck would you do that? Don't you remember Cassie?" Dean snarled.
"She's not Cassie." Sammy stated quickly.
"No, she's just…" Dean snapped but stopped and rubbed his face, hard. He closed his eyes and concentrated on not killing his little brother. This had been what he'd wanted back so badly, he grimly reminded himself. The little brother that wore everything on his sleeve. His very own Mr. fix-it.
"Just?" Sammy asked softly unaware on the war raging in his brother.
"She's just a dream… that whole life, that's all it ever was. Let it go, man." Dean sighed suddenly once more bone weary.
"She wants to see you." Sammy admitted softly.
"Fuck no, Sam! It's done. She ended it. It's what's best." Dean said with finality.
"But she understands it wasn't your fault and she's willing…" Sammy tried again only to stop when Dean charged him.
Dean was across the room in two steps and had his brother against the wall beside the window having resisted the urge to throw said little brother through the window. He questioned Sammy, "And who's fault is it?"
Sammy clamped his lips tight and looked away.
Dean studied his baby brother and as he looked at him his grip loosened. He asked again in a more gentle tone as he brushed away the wrinkles in Sammy's shirt with his hand before focusing once more on Sammy's face, "Who's fault was it Sammy?"
"Mine." He half sobbed as he tried to pull away from Dean and put distance between them.
"Wrong little brother…" He gripped Sammy's neck as he pulled him down until they were forehead to forehead.
"You're not to blame, not for any of it." Dean told him even as he felt the shiver that went through his brother when he tried to hold back a sob.
"I keep hurting you… I should…" Sammy stopped and tried to pull away.
Dean made a grab for his little brother as he yanked him back by his shirt. Then he swung Sammy around to face him as he told him, "I need you around to be happy. I've lived in both worlds. Okay, I created a life with Lisa and Ben but Sammy it was a house of cards. It wasn't real. I missed you every damn minute of the day." He gave Sammy a shake by his shirt as he continued, "Me and you little brother, we're real. Together… that makes me happy. You whole and corny as hell, bitch. That's the life I pick… every damn time… you get me?" Dean asked sternly.
Tears burned a path down Sammy's cheeks as he murmured, "You make me happy too." Then he looked up and grinned as he whispered, "jerk."
"Damn if you boys aren't the living soap opera from hell." Bobby commented in a growl from the doorway.
Dean grinned as he opened his mouth to make a snide remark only to have Bobby stop him cold as he told him, "Lisa and Ben are here."
Dean went cold as he froze and then gasp out, "What? Why are they…" He started only to interrupt himself to ask, "Sammy when did you call her?"
"Uh… today? I think… before I fell." Sammy had also paled as he answered Dean.
Dean's lips thinned as he said grimly, "I will take care of this, but don't ever do this again." Then he turned back to Bobby, "How long has she been here?"
"A couple of hours. Told her you were sleeping. She demanded to stay… so get your ass down there…" Bobby demanded as he added angrily, "One more minute of a bawly woman and I may kill you both." He said pointing crankily at the Winchester boys.
Sam cleared his throat as he said shakily, "I think I'll just wait here." and then he turned to step towards the window again.
"Oh no you don't." Dean snapped as he grabbed him by his shirt. "You can help entertain Ben while I explain things to his mother."
"But… they… they hate me for taking you away." Sammy whined as he tried to pull free.
"No they don't." Dean argued as he pulled him toward the door.
Bobby growled as he turned to head back downstairs, "I haven't been able to do any damn research all day."
TBC
NOTE#2: Hey, Ziggs: I, Queen of the Midnight Raids dub you Commander of Operation Save our Boys or fondly called O' SOB! Throws a licorice stick at your shoulder! (LOL)
