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WARNING: very brief mention suicide and Dean has a pretty bad potty mouth in this chappie!!
The Secret That Should've Stayed Hidden
Chapter nine: Through All the Bad, There is Good
In was the middle of the night and everyone was sound asleep in their bedroom. Sam was, as usual, sleeping in Dean's room, cuddled to his side, sound asleep. Dean, however, wasn't sound asleep. He was having a nightmare about the day his mom died.
Little Dean heard his mommy and daddy arguing so, naturally, he went to investigate. He crept to the doorway to see what they were arguing about. Little Dean saw his dad's eyes wander over to him, but he didn't say anything. So little Dean thought that he didn't see him.
"I'm not going to take this anymore John! I won't stand for it any longer!" yelled Mary, tears streaming down her face.
"You said that a couple days ago and you are still here!"
"Not this time, John! I'm leaving!" Mary moved toward the door, but John pulled out his .45 and aim it at her head.
"You're not leaving." He growled in a low tone. Mary, expecting this, had stolen John's other gun. She put the gun to her head.
"I'm leaving John. Died or alive, I am going to leave. Then my boys will be able to live a normal life because the cops will investigate and find out the truth." Mary said as she cocked the gun.
"Go ahead. Pull the trigger, I'll be better off." John said in spite. He didn't think that she would. But, oh how he was wrong.
"I hope you rot in hell, John." Mary said and then pulled the trigger. The shot rang through the house and was followed by a dull thud.
Dean bolted up in bed. He was sweating bullets, and his chest was heaving. Tears mixed with his sweat on his face. He looked to his sleeping little brother, seeing if he had woken up, but he hadn't. Dean slowly got out of bed and walked into his bathroom. He splashed some water on his face and looked at his reflection. His vivid memories of his past came back to haunt him at the mere mention of his da- John; at the mere mention of John. He hated what he was turned into when John came into the picture.
"Dean?" came Sam's voice, successfully popping Dean's haunted thought bubble. Dean dried his face and walked out of his bathroom. Sam was sitting up in the bed, still half asleep.
"Yeah Sammy?" Dean asked as he got back into bed.
"Are you okay?" Sam mumbled as cuddled up to his big brother and closed his eyes. Dean wrapped his arm around his Sammy.
"I'm fine, Sam. Stop worrying about me." Dean said and closed his eyes.
"I'll always worry about you Dee." Sam mumbled and fell asleep. Dean smiled slightly.
"Ditto, kiddo, ditto." Dean said and fell into a light sleep.
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It was mid-afternoon and the grannys were away, leaving the three brothers home by themselves. They were currently causing havoc in the kitchen. They were trying to make cookies, well, Kadin was. Dean and Sam were throwing flour at each other and Kade.
"You guys are hopeless!" Kade said as he laughed. Dean threw some flour and it Kade square in the face. Kade retaliated with a flour ball of his own. Pretty soon the kitchen turned into a battle ground. Flour became ammo and flour balls became missiles. Ten minutes passed and the flour was all gone. The kitchen was a disaster and so were the brothers. Their hair was white with flour as was their clothes. Dean tried to sneak away so he wouldn't have to help clean up.
"Oh no, Dean. You're helping." Kade said. Dean frowned.
"Aw, man!" Dean whined and then they began to clean up. They where cleaning up the flour for a good half an hour before they were finally done.
After the boys were flour free, they sat down in the front room and watched some TV.
"Daytime TV sucks ass!" blurted Dean as he was flipping through the channels, a mile a minute.
"Dean!" yelled Kade in frustration.
"What?!" Dean said back, not taking his eyes off the TV.
"Just pick a channel Dean!" Kadin said. Dean just gave him a look. Then the doorbell rang.
"Fine, here." Dean said as he tossed the remote at Kade and got up from his seat beside Sam. He walked around the corner and opened the door, only to slam it shut. He looked with wide eyes at the door. The person who was at the door opened it and walked in. Dean started backing up and shaking his head.
"Hey, Dean." said the husky voice of John Winchester.
"What are you doing here? You don't belong here!" Dean yelled in anger and fright, but mostly anger at this present moment.
"Don't tell me where I do and don't belong, boy! I am your father!" growled John.
"How you ever tried acting like one? No, I don't think so." smarted Dean as Kade came up beside Dean and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"What are you doing here dad?" Kade said in a strained voice.
"I came here to take my boys back home." John said. Dean growled as did Kade.
"We aren't going anywhere with you! Not after what you did to us and mom!" Dean snarled.
"I did nothing to your mother! She did that all on her own!" John sneered. That hit a huge nerve with Dean and John knew it. Dean hated when people didn't believe him. They would say that he was making things up because of the traumatic event. But Dean knew he wasn't making anything up and Kade knew that also.
"Don't say you didn't do anything you SON OF A BITCH! You pulled a fucking gun on her! But she had your other gun and put it to her head! You coaxed her to shoot herself and you fucking KNEW I was standing there watching this whole thing, but you did it anyway! She didn't know! She shot herself because of YOU! I hate you for doing that to this family! I hate you for telling mom to kill herself! But most of all I hate you for YOU!" Dean yelled as the veins in his neck were protruding out. Little did they know, Sam was right there and heard the whole argument.
"That's a lie and you know it!" yelled John even though he knew what he did. And he indeed, did coax her to shoot herself.
"It's not a lie you evil son of a bitch!" yelled Kade. John lost control of his anger and grabbed Kadin by the scruff of his shirt.
"Don't you ever disrespect me, boy!" John said through gritted teeth and shoved Kade. Sam couldn't take watching this anymore. This man was supposed to be their father and yet he was just like Clint Wood, Sam's dad. It was bring back some painful memories for Sam so he had to make his presence known.
"Why don't you just leave them alone?! They never did anything to you!" yelled Sam, standing in the doorway. Dean's shot over to where Sam was and he did a double take. Wait was he standing? Yes, he was standing and he was gripping the wall, but he was standing and that's all Dean cared about. His little brother was somehow standing despite his paralysis. He didn't even know if that was humanly possible to be able to do that.
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