An: hello everyone, this one is a little longer but I hope that you all enjoy!
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Chapter 14
"I had no idea...you did that for me!" Sam said with glossy eyes from tears that he refused to let fall any further.
What did you think Sam, that I was some brainless soldier that did whatever dad ordered me? Or that I always thought what ever dad did, or what dad said was right?" Dean said shaking his head in disbelief, that after all this time Sam still thought of him that way.
"I never thought that you were brainless, I just always thought that you didn't give yourself enough credit! It's always bothered me that you haven't ever seen yourself as a good guy, and a better man than our father was." Sam pointed out.
"You were my brother Sam! What did you think I would do when dad told you to leave and not come back... did you think that I was gonna forget about you?" Dean asked shaking his head thinking that he sure as hell didn't need his father's help to ruin his relationship with Sam.
"You know I was shocked when you came after me that night, and then you hugged me and told me that you were proud of me. I shouldn't have been shocked that night though, because you have always done the right thing!" Sam said with a smile at the memories of all that his brother had done for him.
"You are so friggin' confusing Sammy...I feel like one minute you are telling me I am wrong and the next I always do the right thing. I know I've not always done the right thing...but I have always done what I had to do to make sure you knew that you were loved, warm and stayed fed!" Dean said with a sad smile.
"Well if it's any consolation I've always knew that you loved me, and I don't remember ever being cold or hungry!" Sam said through a lump in his throat that occurred when Dean had said that Sam was his brother.
"Thanks Sam, I did my best!" Dean said with the first real smile since he had been locked in his own mind.
The smile wasn't just because Sam had told him that he had succeeded in that part of his life, but it was more to distract him from the door that seemed to unlock.
"Ha Ha, nice try! But it's not going to work Dean, because I know what you are up to!" Sam said with a smug look.
"Oh...and what would that be?" Dean asked nervously, hoping that Sam really didn't know what he was doing, because he wasn't ready to face another door just yet.
"Yeah, you're wanting me to say that what you did was okay...but when has being possessed by anything been good." Sam answered with his hands on his hips
"I'm not trying to get you to say anything, as a matter of fact I know that I couldn't change your mind if I tried!" Dean said as he got up and decided that he'd rather face the next door than have this conversation with Sam.
Even though Sam had followed him so far, for some reason he was hoping that he didn't this time. Because he really didn't like the idea of Sam seeing all the crap that he had running through his head. But as usual he didn't get what he wanted.
He opened the door this time without hesitation this time, just wanting this trip down memory lane to be over.
"Hey kid, what do you think you are doing?" The voice was so loud that it actually made Dean turn his head quickly in the direction that he had it come from.
"That would depend on what you think I'm trying to do?" 16 year old Dean said sarcastically, as he slung the back pack onto his shoulder.
"I don't think you did anything kid...I know you took the stuff from the shelf, and I'm calling the sheriff!" The store clerk said as he grabbed the back pack and laid the peanut butter and bread onto the counter.
The clerk had expected the boy to start to cry and begin to beg for them not to call the cops.
"Whatever!" Dean said with a smirk.
He thought about running for it at that time but what would that do, except possibly get Sammy taken away, because they had at least another week left in this God forsaken town.
"Where are you from kid?" The clerk asked in a fatherly tone.
"I'm from Kansas, but I am staying with my aunt Cathy...but she's sick right now and is in the hospital." The lie rolled off of Dean's tongue easily, even though he didn't actually an Aunt Cathy or even an Aunt that he knew of.
"What about your parents...since you're a minor, I have to someone on your behalf!" The clerk said sounding as if this wasn't his first go around with kids trying to lift things from the store.
"Can't you just call the cops?" 16 year old Dean asked with dread.
"Sorry kid!" The clerk said in a sympathetic way.
"My name is Dean, you can reach my dad at this number." Dean said as he handed the man his father's "business" card that held John's emergency number for this type of problem.
The man took Dean into the back office, where he made the calls from, the first call was to the police and then one to John.
For the first time since he had been passing through these memories, Dean was able to voice something that outside of feeling from the memory itself.
"What the hell, I remember this one so why am I in here?" He asked himself, as he looked at Sam like somehow he would know the answer.
"Mr. Winchester...my name is Bob Cameron, I was just calling because I found your son in my store today stealing. It's my job to notify the child's parents as well as our sheriff!" The clerk said explaining how Dean would now be going to the sheriff's office, until John was able to pick him up.
Dean remembered thinking that his Dad was going to be so pissed that the people in china would probably know what a horrible kid he was. But to his surprise he heard nothing from the other end.
I don't know if they will do that sir, usually with first time offenders they send the kid home with parents, hoping that the parents can scare them straight.
Dean sat there not needing to hear what John was saying on the other end of the phone, because from that short conversation that he had heard, he already knew what his father was asking.
"So Dean...do you want to tell me why you felt the need to take these things from my store?" The clerk asked in a fatherly tone, once he had hung the phone up with John.
"I wanted to see if you are as dumb as you looked! Small town people aren't exactly known for their intelligence, now are they?" He answered smartly.
Without looking Dean could tell that Sam was shaking his head at the way younger Dean spoke to the man.
"So, stealing is a joke to you? The clerk asked leaning into Dean's space, but Dean's features didn't change from his usual smirk. Go ahead son, live it up while you can...cause Daddy's on his way, and I can tell that he doesn't take this stuff lightly."
The scene flickered to the sheriff's office, just as one very angry John Winchester entered.
"You must be John Winchester? The sheriff asked as he stuck his hand out for a shake. I'm sheriff Thomas". He told John as he motioned him to sit down.
"I'm sorry for the trouble that my boy caused you!" John said sounding sincere.
"It's really no problem Mr. Winchester, it's the age! I have actually arrested both my boys for the same thing at that age...now that was embarrassing." The sheriff said with a slight grin before he added. "Just give me a minute to finish up the paperwork and then you can take your boy home."
"I'm a single father sheriff, and the boy just cost me a days wages. And my boss isn't to thrilled about leaving in the middle of the day. What I am really asking is...is there a way to teach my son a lesson from this?" John said sounding every bit the part of the concerned parent.
"We actually rather you take the kid home with you, and give them a talking to!" The sheriff explained.
"That won't work with Dean, the boy is more stubborn than most!" John explained.
"I guess, if you would rather we could send him to Sonny's but I'll have to have you to sign some papers for that. Sonny is an ex- con, he works with boys that already have rap sheets longer than my arm. He gives them work to take their minds off of all the temptation that they face, tries to steer them in the right direction." The sheriff explained.
"That sounds like the place that Dean needs to be!" John answered as he rubbed his chin, looking like he had put some thought into his options.
"Okay...I'll call Sonny and let him know to set an extra plate for dinner." The sheriff said reluctantly.
"I'll need to speak with my son if you don't mind sheriff?" John said with a nod.
"So, this is the memory of how you got to Sonny's?" Sam asked.
"I thought that the cops sent me there...but I guess it wasn't!" Dean answered with a sad smile.
The scene changed in one motion to John entering the room where Dean had been sitting since he had arrived at the police office.
"Dean Winchester!" John said in a whispered growl.
"I'm sorry dad, but I couldn't tell them the truth because they would have taken Sammy away from us!" Dean said in low whisper as his head hung low.
"Oh and what would the truth be...that my 16 year old son gambled away the 150 dollars, that I left for him to take care of his brother with?" John asked angrily as he grabbed his oldest son's arms and shook him hard enough to make his teeth rattle.
"No the truth is that my father left me alone with my 12 year old brother, for over a month in a hotel room that was only paid for for a week! I had to give the hotel owner the money so that he wouldn't kick Sammy out in the cold. Wait, why am I apologizing...when you should be the one to apologizing to Sam!" 16 year old Dean yelled as he yanked his arm out of his father's grasp.
"That son of a bitch! Present Dean yelled, looking as if he was ready to throw down with the memory of his father. For all of those years, he made me think that I caused this whole mess!" Dean yelled as he exited the room.
Well that's the end of chapter 14 don't forget to review to let me know what you think! Hope everyone has a wonderful day:) Luna