I am SO sorry it's been a while. I just started my senior year of high school so it's been quite busy. I haven't had a lot of time to write. This is going to be a very short chapter. I just am have major writer's block with school stuff running through my head. Thank y'all! Enjoy!
Chapter 7
5 years later
Dean floored the Impala into the high school parking lot, tires screeching and smoking as he drove around looking for a place to park in the crowded lot.
"Dean, slow down!" shouted Sam.
"My brother is not going to be late to his first play." Dean smiled as he pulled at the wheel. He slid into an empty spot near the end of the lot. "Come on."
Sam grabbed his bag of clothes, hopped out of the car, and began to run towards the school. He pulled at his costume as he ran, trying to keep it together. "Our Town" was painted on a bright neon banner that hung over the main doors.
They rushed inside, pushing through crowds of parents and grandparents. "Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me," shouted Sam as he ran. They busted through the people and jogged into the auditorium. The curtain was closed but bright stage lights shone on the dark fabric.
Dean stopped right before the start of the chairs. "Good luck, Sam!"
Sam didn't even turn around as he answered. "Thanks, Dean." He ran to the stage door and went inside.
Dean smiled as he walked down the last row of seats and took a seat in the middle of the row. No one sat near him; everyone else sat closer to the stage. The school buzzed with excitement. Parents rushed around, video cameras in hand, pamphlets in the other. But Dean was happy to be away from the crazed parents.
The lights dimmed, and the murmur of the crowd hushed. The curtains opened and spotlights began to find their way to their actors.
The play was as boring as Dean imagined it would be. He hardly kept his eyes open until Sam walked out on stage. Dean sat up straight in his chair and a wide smile spread across his face.
But the smile didn't last.
The door behind Dean that led into the main lobby opened, and a very angry John walked through. Dean turned at the creaking of the door, hoping to see a very late parent but found his own, less late, more furious. John scanned the crowd until his gaze landed on Dean's face. His eyes darkened as he rushed forward. He half whispered half yelled, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm here to watch Sam," answered Dean in a not so hushed voice.
Parents close to the back of the room turned to see what the commotion was about, their attention focusing on the arguing son and father instead of on their children.
"We are on a hunt, dammit. Your brother does not need you here. I need him too, but he's being too much of a bit-"
Dean stood quickly. "Get out."
"Don't you back talk me, ya hear?" said John angrily.
Dean hopped over the back of his seat, pushing John back out of the room. While Dean stared down his father, he realized that everything was too quiet. He glanced back towards the stage. Sam stood there, eyes glued on his brother and father. He began to shake, his lines couldn't escape his lips. His fellow actors stared at him, waiting impatiently for him to continue.
Dean turned back to John. "Get out now."
"You're coming with me, boy!"
"Like hell I am. He's my brother."
John pushed forward. "Listen to me you bitch. I'm your father, and you are gonna do what I tell you."
Dean smiled. "You know what, you're right. But I'll tell you what you can do." The sound of a handgun being cocked echoed from Dean's jacket pocket. "Get the hell out."
John's eyes turned even darker as he looked from under his furrowed brows. He turned on his heel and pushed the doors open violently, rushing into lobby. Dean returned to his seat and nodded to Sam, who still stood frozen. Sam's lips quivered for a fraction of a second before he started his lines again.
Dean leaned backing into the chair, folded his arms, and watched his little brother. He felt proud, but he knew damn good and well that he would catch hell when he saw his father again. But for now, he enjoyed his geeky brother's performance, laughing when Sam nearly tripped over a prop. He let the cheers of the crowd wash over him when all the actors, including Sam, took their final bow. He let himself holler his brother's name as he clapped. He just let himself relax…
For the first time in a very long time.
