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Summary: Letters written by Sam during his time at Stanford. Plz R/R I need feedback.
Sorry for not updating in a while but I've had mega writers block. Have a Merry Chistmas everyone! This Chapter is unbetad so all mistakes are my own.
Key:
thoughts
Telepathy:
'Dean to Sam' 'Sam to Dean'
'Caleb to Dean' 'Caleb to Sam'
'Dean to Caleb' 'Sam to Caleb'
Chapter 9
Sam looked up from his laptop as Dean walked through the motel door with coffee and donuts.
"Where are the others?" Sam asked. Dean sat down on the other bed and handed Sam one of the coffees.
"Jim, Bobby, and Mac went back to the farm to clean it up before we get there, Joshua is planting evidence to get Melanie locked up longer, I am re-evaluating my taste in women, and Damien is getting the booze.: Sam looked back up at him and Dean quickly averted his eyes.
Don't ask Sammy, please. Don't ask. Dean thought as Sam sighed heavily and closed his laptop.
"What about Dad?" Dean squirmed under Sam's inquiring gaze so he stood up and began rummaging through his duffle, pulling out clothes and dumping them on the bed. Unfortunately that meant they were both too distracted to hear the footsteps outside.
"Open Up!"
Sam and Dean jumped at the sound but Dean recovered quick enough to open the door before Caleb kicked it down. Caleb entered, stepping over the salt and put the beer on the dresser. He then looked over at the brothers and winced when Sam pinned him and Dean with the patented Sammy "I'm waiting" look. Sighing, Dean sat back down with a beer.
"We don't know where Dad went," Sam opened his mouth to ranr but kept quite as Dean continued, "He took off shortly after Jim did. He said something about Missouri so I called her and she said he was on a case." Dean's heart broke at the lost look on Sam's face. He was suddenly glad that his Dad was nowhere near as he would have gladly put a bullet in him.
"Why woul…" Sam trailed off. Caleb squeezed his fists. He could feel the waves of anger coming from Dean, fueling his own but that was nothing compared to the feelings of self-loathing coming from Sam.
"It's not your fault Runt." Sam looked up at Caleb like he never saw him before.
"Yes it is." Sam said that so matter-of-factly that Dean and Caleb could only stare at Sam.
He thinks this was his fault? Damn it Dad. How could we let him think that we blamed him. Dean thought, feeling tears building in his eyes.
"Sammy…" Sam looked up at Dean, tears freely falling as Dean grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug. Caleb smiled to himself and wentoutside to give them some privacy and to make a quick phone call. Dean rocked Sam in his arms, trying to figure out how to make him feel better, while wishing that his Dad was actually around so that Dean could beat the shit out of him..
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Caleb quietly shut the door behind him and Pulled out his phone.
Ring
Ring
Ring
"You have reached John Winchester. If this is an emergency call my son Dean…." Caleb clicked his phone shut angrily. He couldn't believe how stupid and childish John was being. Suddenly Caleb's phone started to ring.
"Reaves."
"How are the boys?"
"They're fine Mac. Just…"
"Just what Caleb?" Caleb sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, wondering in he gave them enough time.
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Meanwhile with the boys
Sam leaned into Dean's embrace as he tried to get his emotions under control. Dean felt tears well up in his eyes as he watched his baby brother break down in his arms. As gently as he could, Dean moved onto the bed beside Sam without jostling him too much.
"It's not your fault Sammy. None of this is your fault." Sam looked up at Dean with a questioning stare.
"How can you say that Dean?" Sam exclaimed while pulling away from Dean, "If I hadn't been born than Mom never would have died, Dad wouldn't have become a hunter, and you…"
"Would be dead!" Dean interrupted, standing up. Caleb of course chose that moment to walk back inside. Dean and Sam looked over at him and he shrugged helplessly.
"Do you honestly believe that Sammy?" Dean said looking back over at his brother trying to convince him it wasn't his fault. Sam looked slightly uncomfortable. Caleb walked over to them and put his arms on their shoulders.
"We've been recalled," he said as they shot him baffled looks, "Mac said Jim told him that we are to come to the farm to rest." Sam sighed but started to repack his duffle anyway knowing that he couldn't deny one of Jim's orders. As he folded a pair of his jeans, a chain fell to the floor. Dean and Caleb watched as he picked it up and they quickly recognized the item dangling from it. Sam's ring. They continued to watch with baited breath as Sam took it from the chain and slid it onto his right ring finger. Sam looked up at them with a dazzling smile and said, "Let's go home."
Dean and Caleb thought that they could see the guilt and shame lift from him as a warm feelin washed over them and they thought the same thing. Their brother was finally home to stay.
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Dear Mom,
I honestly not sure why I am writing this seeing as how you probably will never read it but, I want to thank you. Thank you for giving me an amazing big brother that jas and will protect me from anything. Even if I get annoyed by it. Thank you for loving me enough to try to protect me from something you couldn't stop. Thank you for watching over us and continuing to protect us and leading us to our great family. Jim, Mac and Bobby are the best Uncle's I could ever ask for and Caleb is a great big brother to Dean and I. Although there are times when both of them make me feel like a five year old again. I love you Mom. I hope you are happy wherever you are.
Love,
Sammy
The End.
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