(lenail125, megfurado, ZeldaIsis thank you for the review! I appreciate them even though they were- months ago...sorry. And for ZeldaIsis, hopefully this is good.

I've been playing with the concept for a while- just like the other chapters I should be posting for my other stories- sorry. Just the other night it all came out, and I cannot explain why. But here it is.)

Trust

"You're only doing this to yourself." Dean gestured and scowled. "I mean you keep buying from Acme and the things keep backfiring. At what point, do you learn to buy from a new company."

The animated coyote didn't seem to hear as he fell off yet another cliff.

"Whatever dude. I warned you." Dean flicked a dismissive hand to the television.

"You know he can't hear you." Sam smirked and leaned over the back of the couch. A chipped mug of soup held in her hands. "I think you've spent way too much time in front of the tube."

Dean wrinkled his nose at the soup, but they'd had that argument earlier that day. Not every meal needed to cause heart attacks. Especially while she doing what was essentially "Dean's" job. Cooking and making money. Dean was only grateful that school was out. He'd hate to have school piled on top of that. Not that he hadn't done it before. He didn't want her to have the stress though. "I get the whole eating healthy thing, but geeze, isn't there some kind of soup that has bacon in it. At least bits?"

He only received a patient glance as she helped shift the pillows behind him so he could straighten to properly eat. "I'll take that into consideration when I go shopping."

"I could go with you."

Sam frowned. "Give it at least another week before you think about leaving the house and start doing strenuous things."

It was chicken noodle. In another hour, he'd be hungry again. He wondered when she had to go to work again. Maybe he could sneak order a pizza. Meat lovers, extra grease. "Sitting in a car and walking with you in a store isn't strenuous."

"It is when you have two broken ribs." Sam notched an eyebrow up and gave an amused smile. "Tell you what, I'll check with dad. See if he wants you to puncture a lung."

He bailed the spoon and started slurping the soup. In between gulps and with a full mouth of noodles he retorted back. "Jesus Sam! I've done shit this week. I've watched hours of daytime TV, I even read a book. Yeah that stupid fairy tale book we still have, I've gone over each story three times. I've cleaned the guns and knives five times."

The hand that landed on his shoulder was soft and it squeezed him gently. God, he hated it. He should be the one taking care of her, if only he hadn't been body slammed by that stupid ghost. "And they are very clean, I bet Dad is happy to have his equipment so- so reflective. And if you want interesting books I can stop by the library."

"You'd pick some stupid text book. I don't want to read any crap about driving laws in Wisconsin." She'd been inhaling more books on law the past year. He wasn't sure why. He figured it helped when they needed to pretend to be law enforcement.

Sam rolled her eyes. "I can get stuff on cars, or other stuff that interest you." She gave her brother a firm look. "Trust me when I say that you are down for another week. As soon as that's over you can start getting up and doing things again."

"You're not my mom." Dean scowled.

Sam turned around and headed back to the kitchen. "You aren't mine either, and you've bossed me around all my life."

"That's because not only am I older than you, but I'm prettier than you too." He raised his voice so he could continue to be heard. "Bring me bacon, bitch! I know we have some."

She was now rummaging in the cabinets. Dean wasn't sure for what until he heard the familiar sound of pills being disturbed in bottles. Great time for his regular dose of pain meds. "Only if you behave like a good boy and take your medicine, jerk."

"I'm fine."

Her voice became more clear and softer as she exited the kitchen with a bottle of water and a palm of three tablets. "And Broken Ribs 101, the more pain you suffer, the harder it is to breath. Although I'm sure the world would be better off if you had a harder time talking."

Dean eyed the tablets knowing that the yellow ones would make him sleepy. He wasn't a kid who needed regular naps.

"I promise, I'll cook up some bacon. Only if you take them."

"Guaranteed?"

"Would I joke about bacon with you?"

"Good point." He switched out the mug for the bottle of water. Sam patiently tipped the medicine into his hand and watched as he took the tablets and threw them to the back of his throat. In an easy movement, he twisted off the cap of the bottle of water and swallowed them. He swallowed a few more sips of water and capped the bottle. "Bacon."

Sam took back the water and returned the mug. "Yes, you big hairy baby."

Sam twisted her head at the sound of three loud taps at the door. She waited and relaxed when the sound of a key turning the lock followed. Just to be safe she put a hand to the waist band of her jeans where her gun rested.

Sure enough though, her father was the one who entered. He looked exhausted, as well he should have been. Eight hours at the shop, and Six hours before that of research.

"Dean wanted bacon." Sam said simply heading towards the kitchen. "You?"

"Please. And coffee. Buckets of it." John wiped a tired hand across his face. "Morons dropping off their cars and making the sounds of their engines. I can only tolerate so much stupidity in one day." He dropped his dirt smeared self onto the shitty love seat adjacent to Dean's couch. "How are you feeling?"

Dean shrugged. "Cooped up."

"Give it a little more time. You'll feel better." John consoled. "Then you'll be up 'n running again."

Dean gestured towards the bedroom his father took. The bags under his father's eyes had bags. "Maybe you shouldn't be, though. Why don't you try and get a little sleep?"

"I have plans tonight." John stated simply. "I'll drop as soon as they're finished."

"What plans-" Dean froze.

There were people missing. When someone came forward and said they saw one of the people disappear and get taken by a tattooed man, Djinn immediately popped into their head. They preferred populated areas, and abandoned buildings. So John rented an apartment in the city and started looking.

Anger formed in his green eyes and he looked unforgivingly at his father. "You're not going after that thing tonight. Not without me. You know better than to go after a Djinn by yourself. Those things are sneaky bastards."

John couldn't hide his irritation. "I'm not going alone."

The smell of bacon didn't help Dean's anger and confusion. "Who are you planning on taking if I'm out and-" It all clicked into place. Sam. "Ohhh no. There is no way in hell she is going with you. I take it back, go alone."

"While you've been out, she's been the one helping research. She's been the one who's been driving around with me and asking questions." John didn't put harshness in his tone, but Dean could tell he was getting close to it.

"And that's all fine and good. She is not going with you on that hunt."

"And why not?" John challenged.

Dean squared off his shoulders and ignored the pain. He set down the mug on the scratched-up coffee table next to him. "Because I'm not there. If I'm not there, neither is she."

It happened. Sometimes Dean disagreed with his father, and it got pretty bad verbally. Of course, Dean could give a shit about himself. You don't want to fork over the cash for a new coat for himself, who gives a fuck he'll think warm thoughts. There's no food for him to eat, he dealt with hunger before, that was nothing new. But you deny Sam anything and Dean was the first to fight for whatever she needed. Eventually father got it. Leave enough money, and give his kids what they needed. So the frequency of said arguments had gone away. There was an argument to have Sam get sent to Uncle Bobby's and not sit in the motel by herself with a broken leg, (and of course he won) but that was two years ago. He'd be damned if he lost this argument today, though.

"You think I'd let her get hurt?" John bristled. "You think I'm that irresponsible?"

Dean didn't back down. He could count on his hands the number of times he'd been separated from his sister. And on hunts that was never a thing. He even tended to stick close to the kid, unless separation was unavoidable. It wasn't that she wasn't good with a weapon, or a total badass when it came down to taking the monster down. He just knew that despite how badass she would ever become he wanted to be there to protect her. "I know that when your head gets in the game you risk everything to get the job done. It saves lives yes, but Sam's tops other's. And I'm going to be sure she's safe at home tonight."

The ancient coffee maker startled both men from their argument for a second. John was the first to recover. "She's sixteen, Dean. You were hunting with me, alone, well before that age and your still alive today. So, don't you go telling me when and where I should take my daughter hunting."

"Your daughter?" Dean's skin prickled with anger. "Yeah you may be our father, but you did shit, dad. I was the one who changed diapers, and made formula. I was the one who stayed behind when she had the flu. I raised her. You just come in and out of our lives every now again to complicate things."

Dean was blinded by anger. His eyes narrowed at the man on the love seat, he didn't notice his father shrink in size. He didn't notice there was no argument offered for that. "God when I was fifteen I faked my age and got a job so that whenever the meager amount you had left behind ran out I wouldn't have to steal; as normal."

Sometime Sam had entered the room. "Dean…"

"I mean sometimes you even returned home from the bar drunk and besides tucking in Sam, I would have to-"

"DEAN!" Sam raised her voice and Dean finally spun around to look at her. She wasn't mad at him, but she wore the same look that Dean did whenever she had gone too far. One look at his father and he regretted voicing his darker thoughts. "I think that's enough, Dean."

John stood up from the couch and cleared his throat. He had collected himself again. The mask he wore in front of his kids was firmly in place, yet there was regret in his eyes though. Dean knew that for every monster he hunted he was proud to have rid the world of something so dark, but knew how much he missed every time he saw his kids together. "I'm going to make myself a cup. We've- I've got a long night."

"We." Sam corrected softly. "I'll, uh- talk to you in a little bit."

His father retreated into the kitchen.

Dean felt bad for what he had said, but he'd meant it. She wasn't going. "Sam-"

"Shut up, Dean."

God this whole situation was creating a whole lot of opposites. Dean took care of Sam. Dean prevented fights from his stubborn sister and father. Dean was the perfect soldier. What these stupid broken ribs were causing was chaos in his family. "Look, I'm sorry for what I said- but- you are not going out there without me."

Sam rubbed an irritated hand across her face. "I know how you feel. Just shut up and listen to me." She waited for her brother to snap his mouth shut again. "Being injured and down and having people take care of you sucks. You feel useless. But that doesn't give you the right to act like an ass. I offered to help dad. I hate hunting but him going out by himself is suicide. And I am going out with him hunting. If you cannot trust him, trust me. I can take care of myself." She gave Dean a purposeful glance. "After all, I've been taking care of you for a week."

Dean didn't say anything. His eyes never left Sam's as he fought for words. She didn't offer him the time. The plate of bacon he wasn't aware she was holding was placed next to his chilling mug of soup. "I'm going to go talk to dad. Prep for the hunt." Understanding replaced anger in her eyes. She'd been the one who had thrown out offensive words to her father many times before. "I'm going to be okay."

Then she was gone. Dean heard her walk away and head towards the kitchen. Her voice was soft as she spoke to her father, so the words were not audible. But he wasn't paying attention any more. He had been so afraid that words had just spilled from his lips. Not only had he hurt his father, but he'd instilled the idea in his kid sister that he thought she wasn't capable of wiping her own ass.

A deeper part of himself reminded that she could get hurt. How many times had he done first aid on her when she was growing up. Getting out of the pool and slamming her chin against the ladder as she slipped back into the water. Getting pushed by bullies and scraping up her arm. But then again she was right. She wasn't his scraggly little sister any more. She wasn't all arms, elbows, and legs flailing all over. In fact, she had long since grown into herself and was no longer as- awkward.

She'd be fine. She could handle herself. What was he going to do when someone came into her life and she wanted to marry him and make babies? Keep her locked in a basement? He had to learn to slowly release her. Slowly.

His hand snaked out and grabbed a piece of the bacon she'd offered. He'd talk to them both and apologize as soon as he could.

(As always if you like it then please leave a review or you can even PM me. I've been out of ideas of these things, but if you have any ideas, hey maybe just like ZeldaIsis you can help me make cute adorable fluffy stories!

So it was a little longer than I planned and a lot more dialogue but it's something that came out. And for that I am very happy. I think some more of Chapter 22 may come out. I got random dialogue in my head and that may translate to helpful.)