"Dad? It's Dean….this is like the seventh message I've left you…but this one is important. I'm still in California, I've got Sam with me." And Dean takes a deep breath, his voice shaking, "Sam's girlfriend died…same way Mom did. And if you could make it here it. Just call me back dad,"
And the fire is still fresh in his mind, the thoughts swarming around his head. The first being, that Sam was safe, that had he managed to get to him just in time. And he couldn't have helped but to think, if he was only a minute late Jessica wouldn't be the only person in flames.
He turned his attention back to the motel room. Sam sat on one bed, his shoulders rigid and he was taking deep breaths. On the other bed Matt is slowly stitching up Adam's right shoulder from where the edge of debris had cut it. He and Adam share a look as Adam flinches. Adam jerks his head in Sam's direction.
"Sammy?" he gently touches his brother's shoulder, Sam's eyes seem so glassy so distant, "talk to me. Are you hungry? Thirsty?"
And Sam's answers were all no. He couldn't explain in words how he felt, the woman he had loved he just watched burn up in flames. Something he could have warned her about, those dreams. God why did he ever leave her alone?
"Sammy, look at me it's okay," Dean lies smoothly jerking his brother's shoulders, "I just want you to lie down for a bit, are you hurt?"
This time instead of signing no, he just shakes his head. Almost reverting back to who he was right after becoming deaf. The feeling of being so alone, being so different but then Jessica came and she was this light. But now he knew for sure she wasn't coming ,that his tunnel was dark.
Dean pulls the covers down on the other side of the bed, motioning for Sam. Sam mechanically swings his feet over. And Dean pulls the covers over him, and tucks in the side as if they were kids again. Dean ruffles his hair before turning back to Adam and Matt.
"I bandaged it up," Matt smiles proud of his work, "it'll heal, leave a scar though,"
"Let me take a look," Dean makes a move his hands gingerly checking the stitching, "Mattie you did a good job,"
"Is he gonna be okay?" asks Adam whispers, casting a glance towards Sam whose eyes are on the floor.
"I hope so," Dean runs a hand throughout his short spiked hair trying to figure out the most comfortable place on the floor so sleep.
"Dean you can sleep with Adam," Matt offers.
"It's okay. Thanks though,"
"Are you sure?"
"Please Matt go to bed,"
Dean takes his jacket as a makeshift pillow, sleeping in-between both of the beds. And he knew Sam wasn't going to sleep tonight.
A/N: sorry for delay school is now in full swing...I'm so sorry about the other chapter that's for my other story:( oops.