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Brothers
Chapter nine
At the same time Marlin spotted Sam, Dean, who was driving across the street also spotted him. It was impossible for him to make a U turn so he beeped his horn just as Marlin pulled up next to Sam and Wagner had jumped out and grabbed his arm causing him to drop the doughnuts and coffee. They all turned to look in the direction of the blowing horn and Dean got a good look at the driver's face. It was the man on the police tape, the man who had shot his brother.
"You son of a bitch get away from him!" Dean frantically tried to turn the car around but he was totally boxed in.
"Let's get out of here!" Marlin shouted to Wagner who pushed Sam to the ground then jumped back in the car and sped off.
Dean was already out of his car and was running across the street dodging traffic.
"Sam!" He screamed as he ran over to his brother.
Sam, not realizing what was going on, knelt on the sidewalk picking up the doughnuts which had been thrown all over the ground. Dean reached down and roughly pulled him up.
"Damn it Sammy why the hell did you go out?"
"I wanted to g-g-get you d-d-doughnuts." Sam said as tears filled his eyes as Dean yelled at him.
"Doughnuts! You almost got yourself killed for doughnuts! After what happened last night at the club I would have thought you would have thought twice about going out without me. Damn it Sammy don't be so stupid, think before you do something." As soon as the words were out of his mouth he regretted them.
"They w-w-were for you." Sam blinked back tears.
"Damn it Sam! Maybe I should have left you at the hospital, maybe I shouldn't have taken you with me." Dean said as he grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him across the street to the car.
Sam got in the car and sat looking at the floor as tears ran down his face. Dean glanced over at him as he drove back to the motel and felt bad for yelling at him but right now he was too upset at Sam to apologize. He could have gotten himself killed going out without him. Also the rage he felt for the two men who had injured Sam made it impossible to speak calmly so he kept his mouth shut.
When they got back to the motel Sam threw the doughnuts on a table and crawled into bed and turned his back to Dean.
"Look Sam I'm sorry for yelling at you…but you had me scared to death." Dean said as he walked over and stood over the bed then reached out and put his hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam flinched and pulled away. "Sam I said I was sorry." Dean said as Sam's gesture brought tears to his eyes.
"G-G-Go away!"
"Sam…"
"Leave m-m-me alone… I d-d-don't like you anymore."
Dean felt a sharp pain shoot through his heart at Sam's words. He could also hear Sam's stuttering getting worse the more upset he became.
"Sam…I'm sorry for yelling at you."
"You s-s-said I was s-s-stupid…" His voice cracked with emotion. "You s-s-said I should have s-s-stayed at the hospital and that you d-d-didn't want me…"
"I didn't mean it Sammy, I was upset. And I never said I didn't want you…I only thought maybe you would have been safer at the hospital."
Sam turned around and looked at Dean who was taken back by the hurt on his brother's face.
"You d-d-don't like m-m-me and you wish I wasn't here."
"That's not true Sammy."
"Yeah it is, I c-c-can t-t-tell." Sam turned around. "Well I hope you c-c-choke on your d-d-doughnuts."
"Come on Sammy…" Normally the comment would have made him smile but he knew Sam was hurting inside.
"Leave m-m-me alone!" Sam pulled the covers over his head.
Dean shook his head sadly and walked over to the door and looked out. At least now he knew what the men were driving, a blue Chevy. He knew he should contact the cops but he wanted a piece of these men. He wanted to make sure they paid for what they did to his brother. Dean knew if the men were in front of him right now he'd kill them and have no regrets. No one hurt his brother the way they did and got away with it. He remembered back when they were kids how they were always being picked on because they were always the new kids on the block. Sam had come home once beaten badly by a group of older boys and Dean had tracked each one down and did the same thing to them that they had done to his brother. He swallowed hard as the memory came back. Mentally Sam was the same age now as he was then. He had been ten and Dean had been fourteen. He wiped angrily at tears that threatened to run down his face. Would Sam always be that ten year old or would his memory and his true age ever return? Dean looked down at the smashed doughnuts his brother had bought for him and he choked back a sob. Sam had gone for doughnuts the morning he had been shot and he had bought chocolate doughnuts the same kind that now lay crumbled in the box.
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