Hey all!
I'm back from holiday, twas good, had a blast!
Here is what i consider to be a long chapter, which i had plenty of time to think about when the car battery went dead on our leaving day, so had to sit a freezing car for an hour and half, which wasn't so bad for the first half an hour when i was watchin Ten Inch Hero on my portable dvd player...but then that ran out of battery. I swear to god it was a battery hiatus that day.
Anyways, if you wanna add me on face book, coz im starting to get how to navigate it now..
The name is Helen Winter, and my picutre is me, on a bed with my legs in the air lol Good times.
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Enjoy xx
All too soon the roar of the Impala came to a stop. John kept his sight ahead and his hands tight on the steering wheel. Reluctantly he turned to his older son who was situated in the passenger seat. It saddened John to see that his oldest still had his eyes firmly fixed on the rear view mirror that he had altered so it kept locked on the reflection of Sam. This wasn't the only reason why this scene saddened John. No, it was the fact that John knew that he was the one who was supposed to be keeping a constant eye on his youngest son. It was him who should have been there to protect Sam. It was him who should have been able to bring Sam home. But No, it was Dean and John knew that if Sam was anywhere near his usual self, he wouldn't see this as odd either.
"What now?" John broke the silence gruffly, brushing a hand through his hair as he sighed.
"Lets just get him into his room" Dean suggested, then he carefully opened the door as quietly as he could, then cautiously hopped out. John followed after his oldest and walked around the car, ready to lift Sam, but by the time he had got there, the limp figure of Sams body was already in Deans arms. A small smile broke onto Johns face as the picture reminded him of a time when the boys were little. After coming home from a long drive when they had finished a hunt, whenever Sam had fallen asleep in the back of the car Dean would always try to carry Sam up to the house, until John would take his youngest off Dean before he dropped him. But now the boys were much older, and this definitely wasn't the same pleasant memory. This was completely different. So messed up. The smile faded from Johns face as tears of his failure prickled his eyes. Dean thankfully didn't notice this and was already by the front door, carrying Sam effortlessly. No wonder really. The boy was so thin, so fragile that he looked like he was five again, he looked so much younger and vulnerable. His boys being vulnerable was what John had fighted their whole lives. They had been taught and trained to always be aware, always be vigilant, so no demon, ghost or poltergeist could hurt them. But who could have predicted this? Who could have seen this coming? So obsessed with the unknown threats in this world he forgot about the real ones.
"Dad?" Dean said as quietly as he could whilst still catching his fathers attention.
"I'm coming" John trudge up the drive and through the door of their current home, into the dirty living room, to find Dean still holding Sam in his arms.
"Pad him down" Dean gave the orders for once "Make sure he hasn't got any on him" John followed Deans demands, it seemed the right action to do. He carefully padded Sam down, starting with the legs and working up the body. Once he reached his shoulders John gave a nod, which Dean confirmed with another.
"You just gonna put him in his room then?" John asked skeptically.
"Just until he sleeps it off"
"Fine. But, when he wakes up we're having a serious talk"
"The hell you are. Sam's been through enough"
"And whose fault is that?"
"Oh don't even start" Dean said about to turn but John grabbed his arm.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Anger rose inside the eldest Winchester.
"Your son could have died tonight and you wanna give him a lecture? Tell him how stupid he's been? Tell him that this is all his fault!" Deans voice rose more than he intended "Well the hell you are 'cos I won't let you. Until you understand the situation entirely, you're not to say one word to Sam."
"Dean-" John was in shock, he had never heard this new tone of Deans before, he sure as hell didn't like it, but deep down he knew that if he was in charge he was bound to just make things worse.
"Are we clear?" Dean said louder.
"Okay son" John smiled.
"Good" Dean sighed but then tensed when Sam began to stir, sensing the disruptions. "Quick, open the bedroom door" John did so without hesitation. Dean walked into the room and carefully placed Sam onto the bed then made his way out the room. As soon as the door was closed John grabbed one of the kitchen chairs and locked it with the door handle.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean said as John followed through with his action.
"That boy isn't escaping again"
"But dad-"
"No buts Dean. I may not know a lot about the whole drug use thing but one thing I do know is that as soon as Sam finds out he's going cold turkey, things are gonna get nasty."
"I don't care. He's not an animal!" Dean protested, not liking the idea at all.
"He'll be as good as one once he catches on"
"I can't believe you'd do this to your own son!"
"Well it's not like I have a choice, is it?!" John shouted, not being able to bare seeing Deans eyes once filled with admiration now filled with hate. "Just for tonight. Just to be sure. Please."
"Dean!" A voice from the other side of the door rung out as Dean opened his mouth to reply.
"Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean. Dean, you there? Dean!" Sams voice rung out again in super speed.
"Oh crap" Dean and John said in unison as they put two and two together.
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A familiar, unwelcoming sensation of pain, depression, guilt and nausea filled Sams body as his eyelids fluttered open. Sam groaned softly, wiping his sore eyes, taking in his current surrounding. He appeared to be back in his and Deans room, Deans bed looked like it had barely been slept in. Sam huffed then laid back on the bed closing his eyes, trying to ignore the itching creeping up his limbs, when suddenly he sat up as he scrunched his toes. A wide grin spread on his face as his hands shook as he hurriedly took off his shoes. A noise of glee was made when Sam pulled one of the two small bags of cocaine out of one of his shoes. Quickly, desperately, he made a rough line and without hesitating he snorted the addictive substance.
"I can't believe you'd do this to your own son!" Sam heard his older brothers voice in the hall way. He didn't register the meaning of the sentence as he made his way to the door, he tried to move the handle but it wouldn't budge.
"Dean!" Sam called "Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean, you there? Dean!" Sam tried the handle again but still it wouldn't move "Dean!!" Sam began thumping the door with his fist "Open the door!"
"Okay Sammy, calm down. You're gonna have to take five steps away from the door so I can open it first"
"Okay" Sam said cheerfully, his mind still fuzzy and euphoric. He moved back, zoning out of reality, ignoring John and Deans conversation.
"Dean, what the hell are you doing?"
"Just go with me on this" Deans voice was only mutters through the wood.
"Dean-" John started but Dean interrupted him.
"I don't like it either but...like you said..things are gonna get nasty."
"Everything will be alright" John reassured his oldest son.
"Lets hope. Sam!" Dean called his siblings name.
"Yeah Dean. What?"
"Did you take five steps away from the door?"
"Uh huh"
"Good" Dean said as a sound of objects moving came, then the door creaked open and Dean appeared, shutting the door behind him.
"Hey Dean!" Sam sounded chipper than usual. A smile was on his face, but not one part of it was genuine. Sams eyes were glassy and unfocused, his nose was red and his frame was shaking violently.
"Hey Sam" Dean said, the sound of his heart braking at what he was about to do to his younger brother. "I was..... Dad and..and me were wondering if we could try some of your...your coke" Dean looked up from the floor, to see Sam oblivious to Deans reluctant, shaky tone.
"You and Dad want some of my...?" Sam looked puzzled.
"Yeah, looks like fun" Dean said quietly, a tear rolling down his face, not noticed by Sam.
"Okay." Sam said slowly "But you can't have it all. It's mine."
"Where is it?"
"My shoes"
"Your-" Dean looked and laughed without humor "Of course, your shoes..." he went over to the shoes and crouched down, and sure enough, inside each shoe was a bag of cocaine. Dean picked up both bags, which caused Sam to be by his side in a second.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, his voice suddenly not as cheerful as before.
"You said Dad and I could try some of-"
"I said some! Not all!" Sam was about to lower his hands to grab the bags, when Dean rolled back.
"Now!" Dean shouted. The bedroom door busted open and John was across the room in a second, a sound of air escaping his lungs could be heard from Sam as John pinned him to the wall.
"Get off me!!" Sam shouted, kicking and thrashing his arms. "You said I could keep it!! You said I could keep it!"
"I'm sorry Sam. I really am" Dean said, tears flowing freely down his face.
"You lied to me Dean!" Sam screamed "You fucking liar!! I hate you! I hate you!!! I fucking hate you, you fucking lied to me!!!"
"Sam, please-"
"Ignore him!" John shouted. "Just get it out of here"
Dean nodded and ran out the room, the bags of cocaine clutched tightly in his hands. "Okay!" Dean said again, he had got the chair in position to lodge the door again.
"Get the fuck off me!" Sam shrieked, John did the mistake by getting eye contact with his wild youngest son "Get your fucking hands off me John! And give me back my cocaine! It's fucking mine!! I swear to god if you don't give it back I'm gonna rip you apart!
"Sam please-" John tried
"I'm gonna kill you both! I'm gonna peel the skin off your bones! You're gonna wish you were both fucking dead!!"
"Dad, come on!"
"I'm sorry Sam" John said again as he brought his fist to Sam face, dazing him for a week seconds, allowing John to get out the room and lodge the chair into the door handle. Thumps shook the door as Sam pounded on it fiercely. Both older winchester slid down the door as they took in each of Sams threats and insults.
"I'm proud of you son" John said through Sams string of curse words.
"Lets just wait until he tires himself out" Dean said, his voice thick.
"Alright" John said, getting the hint that Dean didn't want to talk about it. "I can tell you one thing though..."
"What's that?" Dean turned to face his father.
"It's gonna be one hell of a long night"