Chapter 11
John woke that morning to the feeling of a child on his back, inching out of the bed he sled from underneath Dean and placed the bed covers back over him. He ran his hands through the kid's hair and the kid seemed to meld into the touch.
John stood up completely from the bed and than stretched before heading to the dink restroom that was next to the bed that Sammy was still sleeping in.
He closed the door and walked over to the sink and than took a moment to stare at his reflection in the mirror. He looked old, and tired. He turned on the faucet and ran the water and splashed some over his tired face.
What was he doing he wondered? Why was he bringing his kids into an unsafe world? He was just about turn the shower on when he heard a loud piercing angry scream coming from the bedroom.
"Sammy" he said to himself before taking off towards the bedroom. The child was kicking and crying and John exhaled before rushing over to the bed to lift the six month old into his arms. "Shhhhh" he told the child who continued to scream.
"What's wrong" John asked the baby softly as he searched the child for answers to the question of why he was so upset.
"You're wet huh" He whispered in the baby's ear who just continued to cry. John walked the baby over to the chair in the room that contained his things and searching through the bag he sighed in relief when he came up with a clean diaper.
"Okay" he assured the child as he walked back over to the bed and laid the baby down so that he could change his diaper. John looked over to the other bed and saw that Dean was awake sitting in the middle of the bed Indian style.
"Good morning champ" he said to the small boy who was watching him through sleepy eyes. The kid did not respond. John finished changing Sammy's diaper and walked him over to the bed where Dean was seated.
"Watch Sammy" he told Dean before laying Sammy on the bed against some pillows. He piled more pillows from the other bed around the kid than looked at Dean once again.
Dean was still sitting in the exact position on the bed and he was still looking at John through bleary eyes.
"Dean…Dean" John said loudly in order to make sure that he had the boys attention
Dean flinched and looked up at his father.
"Watch Sammy" John said again to the little boy who responded by shaking his head yes.
John took that as answer enough and headed into the restroom to take his morning shower.
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"Hello" the voice screamed form the other side of the phone. "John…John…is that you" she asked her voice sounded desperate.
"Susan" John said softly. John could hear her laugh almost hysterically "John oh my God where is the boys?" she asked "Let me speak to them. Where are they?" she was almost screaming.
"Susan I was just calling to tell you not to worry and that the boys were okay" John said
"You can not do this… I'm calling the police "she said and john flinched at the implication "Susan I…I'm…Sorry
"Your crazy is what you are and I'm getting the boys back if it's the last thing that I do" Susan yelled at him right before he hung up.
John looked back at the car where the boys were both seated. Sammy was winning he was most likely hungry (he had not eaten since earlier that morning after John had gotten out of the shower), and tired of being strapped down in the car seat.
Dean had been staring out of the window for the past hour seemingly in a daze the boy just wasn't right John could see that even though it was a fact that he was trying to ignore he could see it and he was starting to worry because his kid was not getting any better...
John walked away from the pay phone and back over to the car. He got in a drove off as fast as he could. He believed Susan when she said that she would call the police and try to take his boys from him. She was after all Mary's mother and they were alike in many ways and one of those ways was determination so he knew that she would not give up and he wanted to put as much space as he could between him and the payphone that he'd used.
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John arrived at the diner a little after four. Sammy had finally given up and decided to go to sleep after crying for about two hours. Dean was sitting right besides Sammy biting his nails a new habbit that he had just started.
John got out of the car and opened the door so that Dean could get out and than he walked around to the other side of the vehicle so that he could UN strap the sleeping baby. .He grabbed Dean's hand and together they entered the restaurant.
