Hi all! So these next few chapters are going to be a little different. My friend had a story line she thought of and she told me about it to use it, but I was so lost hearing her explain it lol. SO she is writing the next few chapters! yay! I don't know how many she is going to write, but basically, she writes the chapter, sends it to me, I proofread it and edit it so it looks the same as the other chapters, and then I upload it. I have no idea what she is going to write. I told her basically she would say or do anything.
That being said, there is a trigger warning for this chapter. I know I've written with other trigger warnings before, but this one she did not hesitate.
So enjoy her chapter! And anything you say about her writing, I will pass along to her, so be nice! (JK you are always nice)
Alright enough of that back to your regularly scheduled fanfic
Sam slammed his duffel bag in the backseat of John's truck. Safe to say he was not happy about being dragged along on the trip.
Wes showed up the day before and it was confirmed: they were hunting witches. Now the crew were headed to Washington; the current location Wes had tracked for the coven. John kept his word about dragging the boys along with him. Bobby had to stay behind and man the phones of course.
"Do I really have to go?" Sam whined for the umpteenth time.
"Sammy." Dean warned, worried John would hear him complaining again.
"I just got all caught up at school!"
"Look, I'm not happy about it either. Just suck it up and know that we'll be back by the start of next week."
"Why'd you have to open your big mouth and get us sucked into this?" Sam snapped unintentionally.
The adults came outside. Wes climbed inside his car and waited.
"Promise me you won't kill each other," Bobby asked Sam and Dean.
"We promise," they answered together.
Bobby watched them climb in their dad's truck and both cars left, Wes leading the way.
The car ride was agonizing. The drive from South Dakota to Washington was already a long one. Like a couple days at least. The boys were used to long drives but something about this one felt especially long. Dean stared out the passenger window, but every now and then glanced in the rear view mirror and watched Sam, who sat cross-legged in the backseat scribbling in a notebook. It had been a little over an hour at this point, which meant they had been not talking to each other for more than sixty minutes.
Whatever tape John had in the deck had finished. Instead of putting in a new one, he turned the radio off completely.
"I wanna tell the two of you something," he said. Sam and Dean didn't move in their positions. "When I said I was shipping you off to Bobby's, I didn't originally mean it as a reason for me to disappear from your lives. I knew you two would be okay with him. That being said, I'm going to try to make more of an effort but it has to come from both sides. I'll pick up the phone more and I expect you two to do the same. I hate nothing more than learning something happened to my boys from Singer after it's too late to do anything about it. Understand?"
Silence.
"Dean?"
"Yes sir."
"Sam?"
"Yes sir, I understand."
"Good."
More silence.
"Anything either of you want to say to me?"
Neither of them said anything.
John turned the radio back on and flipped another tape in. The three continued their day driving in silence.
That night, they pulled into some random motel in a small town in Montana. While Wes and John checked in and got rooms, the boys ran off to the bathroom in the lobby.
Sam immediately went to the sink and splashed cold water on his face. He hated how tired he felt after a long day of sitting in the car doing nothing.
"Hey Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"What happened that other night with Dad? When he came to town?"
"Really? You're asking me this now?" Dean asked, nodding towards the urinal he was standing in front of using.
"Just answer the question," Sam said, rolling his eyes.
"Nothing."
"Really? Nothing? He was just saying all that shit in the car for no reason?"
"I don't know what you want me to say Sam."
"Did you tell him you were fighting with Kelly?"
"Hell no!" Dean said, finishing up and walking over to wash his hands. "As far as Dad knows, Kelly and I are done."
"Did you two break up again that day?" Sam asked. Dean just looked at him. "Just cause I'm thirteen doesn't mean you can't tell me."
Dean took a deep breath. Sam anticipated for what could only come out.
"Last one to the room has to sleep on the floor!" Dean said quickly, changing the subject and bolting it out of the bathroom. Sam hesitated for a second, but once he realized the game they were playing, he too bolted it out of the bathroom.
They raced outside across the parking lot towards the room. Dean stumbled over a rock in the parking lot, giving Sam the chance to run ahead and get to the room first.
"I win!" Sam sang when he ran through the open door.
"No far! You cheated!" Dean said, when he caught up to him a minute later.
"Nuh uh!"
"You planted that rock there!"
"Yeah Dean, sometime between the bathroom and here, I found time to find a rock for you to trip over."
John stood at the foot of one of the beds starting to unload his gear and get the room set up to sleep in. He hated to ruin the moment. He could watch them pick on each other like that all day.
"Let me guess," he said, breaking up their silly argument. "Last one to the room gets the floor again?"
Sam started laughing as Dean continued to catch his breath.
"Luckily for one of you, the couch has a pull out."
John handed Sam a container of salt and Dean helped him prep the guns.
Sam couldn't help but feel nervous about this hunt. The last one he went on he shot someone on accident. The last hunt Dean went on he got all cut up. He hated these feelings he was having lately of always thinking something is wrong, and then something does go wrong, and someone ends up really hurt.
"Sam?"
Sam looked up from the salt line he just finished putting down. John and Dean were looking at him.
"You got enough salt there?"
Sam looked back down at the salt line. It was thicker than the other lines.
"Sorry sir," Sam said, standing back up. He could feel his face turning red. "Just thought I should use it all up."
He tossed the now empty salt container in the trash can.
"Sam, come with me to help with food," John ordered. "Dean, you stay here and clean all this shit up. Wes turned in early to be ready for tomorrow's drive, so when we get back, we'll eat and do the same. Got it?"
Sam cleaned himself up quickly to get rid of the random salt particles on his clothes and walked out of the room with John. He shivered as he stood outside the passenger door waiting for John to unlock the truck. Gotta love January in Montana.
"Alright. Give it to me straight. What's going on with your brother?" John asked. They had barely gotten inside the car. Hell John hadn't even started it yet.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
Sam frowned thinking of an answer. "Nothing?"
"Why do you boys always feel like you have to lie to me?"
"I'm not lying! I really don't know!"
"It's that damn girl again isn't it?"
Sam didn't say anything. He started to worry where his dad was going with this.
John smacked the steering wheel, causing Sam to jump. John didn't notice.
"So he thinks I wasn't going to find out that they're back together or something?" John asked after a few minutes of silence. Sam just slowly nodded his head. "Why can't that boy just leave well enough alone?"
"Because it's Dean?" Sam suggested, trying to make it come off as a joke to break the mood in the truck.
John clenched his jaw and drove faster. The two got food and made it back to the motel.
"Go inside and send him out," John said. Sam grabbed the bag of food and did as he was told.
John waited in the truck. He could feel his knuckles tightening on the steering wheel.
Dean strolled out of the hotel room shoving fries in his mouth. John watched him jog over to the truck and casually climb in.
"What's up? You find something while you were out?"
"This attitude of yours stops right now Dean," John said, not listening to his question.
"Attitude? What attitude?"
"You think you were just going to get away with talking back to me like that the other night?"
Dean's mind raced. What did he say the other night?
"I know it aint Bobby's fault for you going soft lately. Which means it's this girlfriend you keep running back to. This girlfriend that you thought you could keep hidden from me."
"I was going to tell you-"
"Tell me what? That you thought you could take out on me whatever she did something to you? Because that is not how we do things here Dean."
"I know."
"And then trying to get your brother to cover for you? You two don't ever team up against me like that."
"I know."
"This girl is bad news for you Dean. And I will not stand here and watch her break you again."
"I KNOW!"
Dean cried out as he felt John's fist hit his jaw. He hissed when he tasted the blood in his mouth.
John watched him.
"For what it's worth," Dean started to answer, his voice quivering, "you don't have to worry about that bitch anymore."
"Good," was all John could answer. He turned the truck off and went back towards the hotel room. He walked in to find Sam had laid all their burgers out on the hotel table.
"Bobby makes us set and eat at the table," Sam answered when he noticed the confused look on John's face.
"Every night?"
Sam smiled and nodded proudly.
"I'll be damned. Singer teaching my boys something that never would have occurred to me."
John and Sam sat down and started eating. After a few minutes, Dean walked in and sat down to join them.
"Throw me a ketchup packet, will you Sammy?"
Sam dug in the bottom of the bag and pulled out a handful of ketchup packets. He handed them to Dean, finally noticing the bleeding lip he bit through and the small bruise forming on his chin.
The three ate in silence. The same silence from the drive.
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