A/N- Hey guys! This is a little teaser one-shot that's part of a larger one-shot story I'm working on. My last chapter didn't get a great deal of response so I'm re-working things a little. That being said I'm in SERIOUS need of a beta reader! Not necessarily someone to pick out grammar and spelling ( I mean I probably need that too lol) but I'd really love someone to bounce some ideas off of and talk about the show and ideas for this one-shot series. If anyone is interested or available please PM me! Thank you!
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Sam knew.
He knew the minute his shoe hit the worn brown motel room carpet. He knew as soon as he felt the stifling stillness of misery in the room, as soon as he smelled the biting stink of failure masked with whiskey, he knew.
Sam watched with a careful eye as his younger brother bounded excitedly across the room, grabbing their father in a crushing hug. Dad had been gone on a hunt for over a month, the longest he'd ever been gone since Adam had joined the family. Adam had never mentioned it, but from the way he was hugging their father now, Sam suspected that Adam was worried that Dad might not make it back from this one.
Dad returned Adam's tight hug and looked up at Sam standing in the doorway, his red-rimmed eyes going soft. Dad held out an arm, inviting Sam in for a hug. Sam hesitated for a second then went in, squeezing his father tightly. As wary as he was of his father's current state, he'd missed the man and was relieved to see him back in one piece.
"How was the hunt?" Adam asked, craning his neck to look up at his father.
"It was ok," Dad said releasing both boys and gently running a hand over Adam's hair, smoothing it, "Where's your brother?" he asked turning to Sam.
"Dean got a job at a garage in town," Sam supplied, trying to surreptitiously assess just long Dad had been sitting alone in the motel room thinking and drinking.
"Hmm," Dad grunted in response, "He's supposed to be training Adam,"
"He is Dad!" Adam said, quickly coming to his brother's defense, "We always do weapons and sparring and stuff when he comes home. I just do stuff with Sam 'till then,"
"Speaking of…" Sam said seeing an opportunity to flee what he knew could become a tenuous scene, "We should go hit the library, Adam," he continued, walking over to his bed where he had left a stack of lore and Latin books earlier that morning.
As Sam grabbed the books, Dad cleared this throat, stopping him in his tracks.
"Uh, why don't you boys stay here and study huh?" Dad asked although Sam knew that he wasn't really asking. John Winchester didn't ask.
Sam bristled at being ordered around already, but with a quick glance over to the half-empty handle of whiskey on the motel room table, only gave a curt nod in agreement.
"Yeah ok," Adam replied, picking up the backpack he had dropped at the door in his rush to get to their father.
Sam turned away, putting the books back down on the bed, his senses tightly tuned into the sounds of his father pulling out the motel kitchenette chair and sitting back down at the table. As he emptied his books from his backpack, Sam listened carefully to the familiar sound of the top of a bottle being unscrewed and liquid being poured.
This was going to be an interesting afternoon.
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