Chapter 11

The next morning Dean kept Sam in the room as he didn't know if their father was still there.

Dean, what's going on?

Dad's here looking for us Sammy.

Are we gonna go back with him?

No. He can't make us go back.

I don't wanna.

I know kiddo. I won't let you. I promise.

Dean wasn't sure how to make that possible as they both were still minors, but he'd do whatever possible to prevent them from going back to their father. He gave Sam the sign for "stay put" before he slipped out of the room.

John looked up, seeing Dean and fixed Bobby with a glare, "You lied to me."

"Damn right he did. You have no right to come looking for us. Not after what you did," Dean spoke angrily.

"Dean, you and Sam are minors. You need to be with your parent."

Dean raised an eyebrow, "And that's you? Since when have you acted as a parent to either one of us? And since when did you care about the law?"

"Dean, I'm just worried about you boys."

Dean scoffed, "Yeah right. You're only concern is getting me back to hunt. I told you before that you hurt him and I'm done. This has gone on long enough. I won't let you mistreat Sam because you have a problem with his being deaf."

"Dean, please. That's not true."

Neither one of them heard Sam come downstairs.

"You beat him dad! That kid is already hurting from the things you've been telling him and then you go and beat him?! Because Caleb got killed?"

"John, Sam is an amazing boy. Dean told me about the hunt he did. For you to go blaming him for Caleb's death…"

"And not just Caleb's death, for Mom's death, for me being attacked by the werewolf, dad it's…not right."

Sam slumped while he couldn't understand everything. He was able to read their lips enough to know they were talking about him. He shuffled away from the kitchen and sat on the front porch. Dean frowned when he'd heard the front door and went to find Sam sitting on the porch.

I thought I told you to stay upstairs.

I was worried. Sorry.

Dean frowned and knelt beside him. He made the sign for "what's wrong". Sam sighed.

Dad is never going to see me as anything other than that useless deaf kid he has to lug around.

Sammy, that's not true.

Yes it is Dean, and you know it. Dad doesn't care about me. As far as he's concerned I should've died in that fire instead of mom.

Dean wanted to say that Sam was wrong. But he couldn't. He may have been young, but he remembered when they found out that Sam was deaf. It was when Sam had just turned four months.

Dean tried not to listen to the adults' conversation as they talked with the doctor. He was concerned about Sammy.

"Mommy, I can take Sammy for a little walk."

Mary smiled and nodded, knowing it would calm her youngest son. She carefully handed her wailing son over to her eldest. Dean carefully held him as he walked out of the doctor's office.

"Shh, Sammy. I know you don't feel well, but you gotta stop crying," he said gently rocking him as he walked to the waiting room.

He sat in the chair rocking his brother back and forth until he eventually fell asleep. Dean kissed his brother's head and smiled as his parents came out into the waiting room.

"John it's not that bad."

"Mary…it is. Think about it."

Dean frowned, "What's wrong? What did they say was wrong with Sammy?"

Mary knelt down in front of her boys and smiled at how protectively Dean was cradling his brother, "The doctor said that Sam is deaf. He won't be able to ever hear."

Dean nodded, "Well as long as we help him, it'll be okay."

Dean was pulled out of his thoughts by Sam shaking him.

Sorry. I was just remembering the day mom told us you were deaf. You were four months old.

Wow. How'd dad react?

Unfortunately, like you expected. He wasn't happy. He kept talking about how bad it was and how different you were.

Sam sighed. I told you. He hates me. Always has. Always will.

Dean started to say something but then something caught his eye, and he stood. Sam, recognizing his brother's posture, stood too looking around worriedly.

"Dean?" he called softly.

Dean put his finger to his lips and pulled his gun out of the back of his pants. He told Sam to stay where he was and not to move a muscle before he descended the stairs and headed out toward the junk cars.

Little did he know that was a bad idea.

~~~ADTH~~~~

Dean knew he saw some people on Bobby's property. He didn't know if they were just a couple of thugs or if they were supernatural creatures or what. What he did know was that Bobby had too many fucking cars in the junkyard. This made it very hard to maneuver and he also knew it was a good way for them to hide.

He suddenly realized that he made a huge mistake and started running back toward Bobby's house when he heard it.

"DEEEAAN!"

Dean put on a burst of speed it seemed like and raced toward Bobby's house but Sam was gone. Bobby and John both came out and looked at Dean.

"A couple of guys were creeping around on the property so I left Sam to go scare them off," Dean explained out of breath. He suddenly grabbed his father by the collar, "What did you do?!"

John blinked, "What makes you think I had something to do with this?"

"Because, you've always wanted Sam out of the way."

"So you believe I hired two goons to kidnap my son? Please Dean. I'm not that desperate."

Dean took a few deep breaths and then ran down the stairs and ran among the cars. Calling Sam's name, knowing it would be useless.

TBC...