The Effects of Vertigo Ch. 29
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Previously: As he listened to Sam rambling, Dean's anger at his father seemed to melt away as he heard how the two of them spent the morning having fun and how John had helped him practice his signs. It had been a while since he'd seen Sammy so excited about something and he thought just maybe, now was the time to start bridging the gap between himself and his father so they could become a united family once again.
Striding into Bobby's house while his boys talked, John immediately smelled the strong aroma of coffee brewing in the kitchen and was thankful Bobby had thought to put on a fresh pot of the stuff . He hadn't had any caffeine since the morning dose and he could sure use a strong jolt of the stuff. Walking into the kitchen, he was surprised to see Caleb, looking relatively okay and leaning against the counter as he talked to Bobby.
"Hi John, Bobby here tells me that you stitched me up last night after the attack. Guess I owe you a debt of gratitude." Caleb stated as he turned his attention to his hunting friend. Bobby had informed him about how John had shown up just after the attack last night and took care of everyone's injuries and stayed with them throughout the night.
"No need to thank me. I just did what needed to be done," John retorted as he approached the other hunter. "So, how you feeling this afternoon Caleb?"
"I'm doing okay I guess," Caleb answered.
"Good, then I won't feel so bad for doing this," John voiced as he threw a direct punch to Caleb's left jaw causing the man to stagger backwards and nearly fall on his behind.
"Sonuva….what the hell was that for?" Caleb gasped as his palm cradled the injured jaw which was quickly swelling and turning a deep shade of red.
"That's for putting my sons' lives in danger last night you stupid asshole," John answered as he shook out the pain in his right hand. "How dare you bring that creature to Bobby's front door, especially with Sam learning to cope with his disability.
"Damn it John, I didn't know your boys were here. And I only found out last night from Bobby about Sammy being deaf so don't go bitching at me. Do you honestly think I would have come here last night if I had known about Sammy being deaf?" Caleb rebuked as he glared at the angry father.
"I don't give a rat's ass whether you knew about Sam's disability or not, ya dipshit. You should have…."
John's rant was cut off by the sound of loudly clanging pots.
"That will be just about enough out of you two idjits," Bobby roared as he placed himself between the warring men before the argument became physical once again. Caleb was already injured and damned if he was going to have to redo the stitches on the man's chest because of two blockheads who didn't know how to control their tempers.
"He started it," Caleb accused as he pointed at John angrily.
"Yeah, well I'm ending it," Bobby replied tersely. "I won't have Sam walking in here to see you two going at each other's throats. The last thing that boy needs is to have another one of his vertigo attacks from you two dimwits fighting with each other."
"I'm sorry Bobby, your right. I don't want to do anything to upset the runt," Caleb apologized ashamedly as he rubbed a hand across the scruff of his neck.
"Runt?" Bobby queried incredulously. "Have you seen that boy lately? Kid's damn near grown into a giant."
"Which totally defies logic," Dean grumbled as he strolled into the kitchen with Sammy following right behind him. He had waited until the argument was over before leading Sam inside so that the kid wouldn't feel stressed. "Little brother's aren't supposed to be taller than their big brothers."
"Since when have you ever known things to be logical in our world?" Caleb asked with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Well, now that you asked, I've found it to be pretty logical that the ladies are bound to drool over me when I do this certain move with my…"
"Whoa, hold it right there Ace. I'll be damned if I'm going to stand here and listen to you brag about your sex life." Caleb groaned as his cheeks flushed a crimson red in embarrassment.
"What's a matter Caleb, the old joy stick not getting too much action lately Dude?" Dean smirked victoriously, knowing he had gotten one over on the other hunter.
Watching the bantering going on back and forth between his brother and Caleb, Sammy wished he could read lips fluently, especially when he noticed Caleb blushing a bright shade of red. Knowing Dean as he did, he figured that the subject of their conversation most likely had something to do with sex and that's what was making Caleb so uncomfortable at the moment. Rolling his eyes at the thought, he decided to ask his father about something that had been on his mind most of the day. "Hey Dad, do you think Dean and I could maybe spend the weekend at your place?" Sam asked a little hesitantly. He had talked with Dean about doing so on the porch, and his brother had agreed that now would be a good time to do so.
John's mouth dropped open in utter shock upon hearing his son's words. He had been waiting for this moment for so long and had almost given up hope of being able to spend some quality time with his boys at any other place than Bobby's Salvage Yard. Glancing towards Dean, he raised his eyebrows as if in question. "Are you okay with this, Ace?"
"Yeah, it's what Sammy wants," Dean answered with a shrug, "and I'm willing to give it a try as long as it makes him happy."
"I don't know what to say," John admitted, his eyes glistening with unshed tears that he was finally being given the chance to be their father again.
"Well, you could say yes before you disappoint the kid." Dean offered, as he motioned towards Sam who was nervously awaiting an answer.
Nodding his head, John grasped the notepad from his pocket and quickly scribbled down a note and handed it over to Sammy. "Hell yes, you boys can stay. I can't think anything else I'd rather have than for the two of you to spend the weekend."
~~Supernatural~~
Later that weekend, John fired up the charcoal grill to grill hamburgers as he watched his boys tossing a football back and forth to each other in the backyard. He had thought about cooking a big spaghetti dinner, but Sam had wanted to spend the time outdoors since it was proving to be such a nice day. Waiting for the charcoal to get nice and hot, he sighed in contentment at being able to watch his sons actually having some fun for a change. It had been way too long since he'd seen them so happy and he couldn't imagine a better sight in the world than the one before his eyes.
Placing some aluminum foil over the cooking grid once the charcoal had burned for approximately thirty minutes, he tossed the previously prepared hamburger patties onto the grill and then walked over to sit in a lounge chair to enjoy a nice cold beer as he waited for them to cook. He had just popped the cap off of a bottle and was taking a sip when he found himself doused in the cool liquid as the football came sailing through the air towards him and knocked it from his hands.
"Oops, sorry about that old man," Dean laughed as he watched his father spluttering from some of the amber liquid which had went down the wrong way in his throat as he walked over to retrieve the football.
"Honestly Dean, do I need to teach you how to catch a football at your age?" John queried jokingly as he shook the fermented malt liquid from his hands as his youngest came jogging over.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't mean the throw it so hard," Sam apologized before chewing on his bottom lip in agitation. He just knew he had ruined the fantastic day they were all having.
"S'okay kiddo," John stated with a grin, looking at Sam directly so that his youngest could hopefully read his lips. He wanted to make sure his baby boy knew he wasn't at all angry. Tossing the ball in his hand, he motioned for his boys to run out for a pass so he could join in their game. Faking a throw towards Dean, he swiveled at the last minute and aimed the throw toward Sam, grinning in satisfaction when his youngest caught the ball with ease. Enjoying himself immensely, he continued to toss the football with his children, taking a few intermissions to check on the hamburgers and flip them over every so often with a spatula. Finally breaking off from their friendly game of toss once the hamburgers were finished cooking, each of the Winchesters fixed themselves a plate with a burger, chips and potato salad before sitting down at the picnic table to enjoy a quiet dinner.
A little while later as evening settled in, John and his boys cleaned up before entering the house where they planned to spend an evening just watching television and enjoying themselves. John felt pleased with himself knowing that Sam would be able to enjoy the shows also since the television he had purchased came equipped with a built in decoder for closed captioning which meant that Sam would be able to read what was being said as he watched the program, something that wasn't available on that old dinosaur of a set that Bobby owned. Clicking on the television set as his boys made themselves comfortable on the couch, John couldn't help but smile knowing that it wouldn't be long before his boys were living with him officially once again.
TBC….Sorry for the short chapter, but I have been extremely busy lately and I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer. This story will soon be ending unless you would like me to continue with possible oneshots of a deaf Sammy verse. Let me know.
