A/N: So, I finished the next installment to this story. Sorry! I'm done school soon and then my sole focus will be on writing, and if I get a job that too! Monday will be MY last day off school, even thoguh school ends the 26th for me. I'm still taking finals so that really sucks. Anyways... this chapter is dedicated to Windyfontaine, because she randomly PMd me and reminded me off this fic :D And thanks to sokerfreek922, my beta, cause she's a great beta annd got this back to me in one day:D
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As they drove away from the motel, Dean couldn't help but continue returning to that memory of baby Sam and the monster that was- is – their father. With more force then was necessary, Dean rocketed through the road down the road, away from the motel, memories, and their father.
They had bolted from the motel not wanting the manager to really question their traveling 'routine'. Sam sat curled up in the passenger seat of the Chevy Impala, legs curled into him as he wondered what had affected Dean so badly.
After Sam had confessed his dream, Dean had sat there, just holding Sam close to him, for another ten minutes. Then, just as Sam was calm, Dean stood up and said that they needed to move along.
Now, there they were twenty, maybe thirty, minutes later and a good 50 miles out away from the motel. They were heading in a new direction again, and they had yet to eat. Dean had a total of $150 in his wallet. Sam had taken sixty out from his father's wallet. In other words, they were pretty screwed money wise.
Of all the things that John had done to them, the ones that angered Dean to no end was when he had hurt Sammy. Before that incident, Dean had always been able to afflict his father's anger towards himself. However, like the bottle, once John got a taste of hurting Sammy, he seemed to rive from it.
Everything had turned to be Sammy's fault. Now, the only times that Dean got hit was when he stepped in or when he 'purposely' would screw up in a hunt, and the latter wouldn't happen too often.
Finally, as they neared a rest stop on the seemingly endless highway, Dean decided to pay head to his and his brother's growling insides. Besides, it couldn't hurt to stop for a few minutes just to eat.
They entered the small diner and Dean looked around. Everything seemed okay and no one seemed like they were…evil. For the time being, Dean felt like he could relax some and let Sammy enjoy breakfast.
They sat in the booth closest to the door, going against everything they had ever been taught about remaining unseen.
"Hello, how can I help you this evening?" the nice looking twenty something year old waitress asked.
"You can have anything you want, Sammy." Dean said knowing the questioning look he was getting from the boy.
"Waffles," Sammy said quickly.
"Fresh homemade waffles coming up!" the red head said writing that down.
"With fruit on it." Sammy added.
"With fruit…" she added with a nod.
"And…and lost of syrup and… no never mind that's it."
"Okay!" she said, adding the syrup bit, though that was complimentary, and turning to Dean. "And what'll it be for you, dear?"
"Whatever the house special is would be great, thanks," Dean said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"That'll be just fine," she said jotting that down.
"And could we have one orange juice and one black coffee please?" Dean added quickly.
"Coffee?" she asked eying him.
"Yes ma'am." Dean said, not letting her probing eyes see anything. The sixteen year old tried to look older than his years, though it was very rare that someone would mistaken him as older.
"And your Ma will be thrilled to have you bouncing all over the walls after that?" she asked sarcastically.
"Ma'am, my mother is dead, and I don't think she'll mind it so much if I get some caffeine in me. I think she'll understand how much I heed it." Dean replied, hoping he hadn't said too much.
The waitress set the young man with hard imploring eyes. Then, when they meet his, she saw the sleeplessness and the pain that was well hidden everywhere else. She could tell there was more to this pair, more that she should let go.
"Well, alright then. But don't go running around like a chicken with his head cut off now!" The brothers eyed her weirdly as she turned and headed back into the kitchen
A few minutes later, their meal arrived along with Dean's coffee. They ate quickly and in silence. Even without John around, the boys' still had the long learned talent that said they had to do all things fast. If they didn't eat fast enough, then they didn't deserve to eat. In their house, a meal was a privilege that could easily be taken away.
They had been away from their father for few hours now. John should still be in the hospital after Dean had shot him. They shouldn't have to be looking at the door every time a gust of wind came in. Besides, even if John had made it out of the hospital by now, he wouldn't have found them. He couldn't track them when Dean didn't even know yet where he was going.
They finished their meal as the waitress came back; it had not even been ten minutes since she had brought them the meal.
"Check please," Dean said through half a mouth full of eggs.
"Sure thing, dear." She said as she pulled off their bill and eyed Sam, who was still wolfing down his final pancake the whipped cream all over his chin.
Dean pulled out a twenty and a ten and handed it back to the waitress not really looking at the bill. He figured there would be like a five dollar tip for her and that should be enough to shut her up. She smiled at the bills, told them to enjoy their day and went off to the next table.
Dean was finished and sat sipping his coffee, as he sat watching Sammy eat. Sammy looked up worriedly as he asked Dean if he could rush to the bathroom. Dean could see the bathroom door from where he was sitting and told Sam that he could go, and that there really was no need for him to rush.
All in all, it was a good breakfast. If the rest of their day went like this, it might actually be the best day in his life. And didn't that sound sad.
No real angst in this one, so that's like a gift to you all! But there will be next chapter. I have like two paragraphs of it done already, but I will get it done WAY faster. Once again, sorry to all my faithful readers.
Please don't hold a grudge and review :D I promise to be good next time!
