Fate's child

Chapter 12

Dean was softly snoring, his breathing even and rhythmic. He was sleeping in the guest room that was right beside Sam's bedroom. The guest room had a window opposite the bed; beams of sunlight reflected from the glass panes which made the features on Dean's face more prominent. He was curled up on his side, in peaceful slumber when Sam entered the room. He opened the door slowly and tip-toed into the room, so as to not make any sort of noise.

'Dean? Dean, wake up. It's time for school.' Sam whispered softly. He didn't want to scare Dean or surprise him while he was asleep.

'Dean, wake up. We'll be late for school. C'mon, now it's morning already.'

'Whaa? Mom, two min's.'

'What? No, I'm not your mom. I'm Sam, remember? You're here, baby-sitting me, remember?'

'Shut up. I know who you are, bitch,' Dean said, eyes still closed.

'Bitch? Why'd you call me….'

Dean interrupted Sam. 'Why are you trying to gatecrash my fantasy?' Dean questioned, finally sitting up on the bed.

'What fantasy?' Sam enquired.

'Sorry, can't tell ya. It ain't PG-13, kiddo,' Dean smirked as he said this.

'Whatever. You have to get ready, the driver has already arrived.'

'Wait. You have a driver? Oh, right. I forgot your dad was the owner of Stuart and Cort.'

'Co-owner. And, please can we not talk about it?' Sam said.

'Suit yourself, Grumpy.' Dean said and yawned without even bothering to cover his mouth. Sam snorted and said, 'Don't doze off again, Sleeping Beauty.'

Dean and Sam were busy having their breakfast and getting ready for school when the telephone kept in the living room rang. Dean got down from the kitchen table where he was sitting with his bowl of cereal and went over to pick up the phone. He picked up the phone on the sixth ring.

'Samuel? Is everything okay? Why'd it take you so long to pick up the phone? Did that Dean kid do something wrong? Are you alright?' Mr. Cortese said from the other end.

'No, it's not Sam.'

'Oh. Dean is that you?' Mr. Cortese asked, his voice ringing with anxiety.

'Well, yeah. So, um, awkward moment.'

'Oh. I'm sorry, young man. You know how a father's heart is, don't you? Well, you probably don't but one day I'm sure you will. You must excuse me for what I said; when it comes to Samuel, I'm a tad too protective, you know?'

'Yeah, get to the point, Daddy Long Legs,' Dean thought.

'Hello? Dean? Are you there? Is everything fine?' Mr. Cortese said from the other end of the line.

'Yeah, everything's just peachy. Here, talk to Sam, I mean Samuel,' Dean quickly passed the phone to Sam, who was now standing next to Dean.

'Hello? Dad? Hey, how's the trip going?' Sam asked.

Meanwhile, Dean stood beside Sam and thought- If he was so worried about his son, why didn't he cancel the trip then? Spending time with your children is supposed to be more important than some trip to Hawaii, wasn't it? Then why leave Sam here all alone?

Dean felt sorry for the kid. Just then Sam hung up the phone and said, 'C'mon, it's time for school.'

'So, what'd he say?'

'The usual,' Sam said.

'And what's that s'posed to mean?' Dean questioned.

'That they're having fun but they would have more fun if I was with them.'

'I'm sure they're missing you.'

'Yeah, sure,' Sam said and walked out the door towards their car.