Ch. 14
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Ok please don't hate me I know I promised reconciliation in this chapter but. (Hides face in shame.) I'm sorry it didn't happen. First thawing out a frosty John is harder than I thought. He insisted on another big fight and then Pastor Jim had to get into the middle of it. I'm so so sorry please don't hate me.
Nothing belongs to me.
All mistakes are mine.
Yad yad yad
Dean threw a fit when John tried to put him in the high chair. The little boy paced back and forth between his dad and brother only eating when they handed him a piece of food.
He carefully avoided the other men frowning when they talked to him.
"Look at him I can't just sit around and do nothing. I'm going to go back to the park and find what did this so we can change him back." John pushed his chair away from the table standing up.
Mac was getting ready to speak up when the sound of Sam slamming his hands on the table startled everyone.
"Go head and leave you selfish bastard that's all you know how to do. We don't need you I can take Dean."
The silence in the room was electric. John's face turned red and his mouth worked but no sound came out.
"You ungrateful little son of a bitch after everything I've done for you!" John roared.
"What have you ever done for me?!"
"STOP IT!" The warring Winchesters heads snapped around in surprise. The Guardian hardly ever raised his voice and never at one of 'his boys'.
"Look, look at what you two have done." Jim pointed to the corner were Dean was huddled in the crying.
Sam rushed over to his brother only to have Dean start to kick and scream and hit him with tiny fist when he tried to pick him up.
Reluctantly Sam set his brother down. Dean ran back to the corner and pulled his knees to his chest.
John knelt down in front of his child.
"Hey Ace, come here."
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"No! no! no!"
"Jonathan, Samuel I need to speak to you in my study." Both John and Sam recognized it for the order it was.
"What about Dean?" Sam asked looking worriedly at his brother.
"We'll watch him," Mac promised.
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John met the older man's glare unflinchingly while Sam squirmed self consciously in his chair.
Sam was honestly a little frightened of the pastor at the moment he had never seen the man look so angry not even at one of the stunts Dean and Caleb pulled.
"I hope you two are ashamed of yourselves because I have never been more ashamed of you." Jim held up a finger to forestall the argument that he could see brewing in John's eyes.
"Samuel, I understand your distress but I will not tolerate you being so disrespectful to your father. Regardless of how strongly you may disagree with him, he is still your father and you will show him respect."
Sam was staring down at his shoes and nervously playing with the hem of his shirt. He was desperately wishing his hair was still long enough to cover his eyes so the two men wouldn't see how close he was to crying.
"Your dad really does do the best he can," Jim's voice had softened significantly. "Samuel you may leave now I want to talk to your father alone."
"Yes sir." Sam kept his head down as he left the office.
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The tears had started streaming down Sam's face as soon as he left the study. The preteen planned to pack his duffle and slip quietly out of the house. He was nothing but a screw up and his family would be better off without. His dad and brother hated him, Pastor Jim was royally pissed at him and he was pretty sure that Mac, Caleb, and Bobby would hate him too for the way he had hurt Dean.
Sam was surprised and embarrassed when he ran into Dean and Caleb coming out of the bedroom. He quickly wiped at his face hoping nobody noticed.
"Why cry?" Dean turned huge green eyes to look up at his brother.
"I'm not crying," Sam sniffed.
The littlest Winchester examined his now older brother for a few minutes.
"Here" Dean held out his bunny and blanket.
"No Dean, I can't take these there yours."
"Make better. No more cry." The two year old insistently shoved the items at his brother.
"Oh God, Dean." Sam gently moved his brother out of the way so he could get into the room. Crossing the room Sam flopped down on the bed crying.
'This is so wrong I should be taking care of Dean and he's trying to give me his favorite things in the world so I'll feel better.'
The little boy looked up at the big hunter standing next to him questioningly. Caleb scooped him up and whispered in his ear. When he finished he crossed the room and set him next to his brother.
"You remember what to say?"
"Me fogive you asshole."
Caleb let out a short bark of laughter and Sam's head popped up to look at his brother.
"Close enough Deuce, close enough."
"You told him to call me an asshole?" Sam was looking at the other man indignantly.
"I told him to tell you he forgave you for being an asshole. But hey what he said works too."
"Wide horsey?" Hopeful green eyes turned to look at Caleb.
"Yeah let's go."
"Sammy come." Dean grabbed Sam's hand.
Sam turned the little boy around to face him.
"Dean, you're not mad at me?"
"No mad Sammy. Ove my Sammy." The little blond threw his arms around his dark headed brother's neck.
"I love you too Dean."
After placing a sloppy kiss on Sam's cheek Dean pulled away and looked at him.
"Where daddy?"
"He's talking to Pastor Jim."
"I'd love to be a fly on that wall," Caleb said and smirked.
"Yeah I'm surprised we can't hear them up here."
"Horsey, horsey, horsey," Dean demanded, bouncing on the bed.
I need some help I can't decide should I write the scene with John and Pastor Jim? Or should I just have him come out to the stable and try to act civilized?
Please let me know what you want to see. Because I'm really not sure which to write if I have to decide all by myself you'll probably be waiting awhile.