Here's the next chapter. I hope you guys like it. It's full of sap, but it's good. Thanks once again for all of the reviews.
Dean had been sitting there for a few hours now, watching over his baby brother. Their dad was probably at least in the middle part of northern Indiana or southern Michigan by now, and Sammy would want to know what had happened when he woke up. He didn't know what to say, didn't know what had made him leave either. He sighed and leaned forward once again, putting his hands together and over his mouth. His head was down, but he was keeping a close eye on his brother.
Awareness came down on Sam, and he opened his eyes a little bit. Seeing his brother's head down in his hands and how upset he seemed to be, he shut his eyes again, pretending to be asleep. It broke him up that his brother could be this worried about him. The very least that he could do was to give him some time and space that his being asleep probably provided him.
"It changes, you know?" Dean told his little brother, through a sigh.
Sam's eyes opened and he looked at his brother, who was now looking intently at him. "What changes?"
"The heart monitor. When you're sleeping, your heart rate is lower. I can always tell when you're awake or waking up...or dreaming."
Sam chuckled a little. "Like my own personal lie detector?"
"Something like that." Dean was getting frustrated at their dad again, and he was going to take it out on Sam in a minute. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. I don't feel quite as dizzy." He lied, knowing it was what Dean wanted to hear.
"Well, that's good." He got up and felt Sam's forehead for fever. He was so happy that Sam had gotten better enough to where he didn't swat his hand away now. It was good to stop worrying a little. He was going to be okay.
"Where did dad go?" Sam asked, noticing that his father was nowhere in sight. He figured he probably went to check his voicemail again or something.
Dean's face scrunched up. He was hoping that he would have more time until he had to do this. Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to gather his thoughts around what he would tell Sam. "Dean?" Sam's voice penetrated the silence. He could hear the uncertainty in it. Obviously the silence was speaking louder than any words ever could.
"Sam, dad left." He told him and then looked away quickly. The admission pulled at his heart strings more than it had when it was happening. Having to say the words out loud somehow made them more real. Something was more important than them, again.
"What? But he's gonna be back right?" Sam asked, trying to figure out what was so big about now that hadn't been about any other time that their dad had gone out for air during this whole ordeal.
"Sam, someone called him. He had to go on a hunt in Maine." The best way to do this was to be blunt. It may not be the way Sam wanted, but it was the way that it needed to be.
"But, he's gonna be back when he's done?" Sam asked. He was angry that his dad would do this, but figured that there needed to be some excuse. It had to be pretty big for him to just take off.
There was a part of him that wanted to lie to his brother, to allow him to believe that he was coming back. Sammy needed to know the truth though, and he was getting sick of lying to Sam where their dad was concerned. "No, Sam. He's not."
Sam turned over on his side and away from Dean. Dean stood over the bed, and gently laid his hand on Sam's back in a comforting gesture. "Dean, just leave me alone for a little bit." Sam's voice cut into him a little bit, but he left him alone.
"Okay, well I'll be here." Dean needed for Sam to know that someone was here probably as much as Sam needed to know that someone was still here. Together, they sat in silence for almost an hour.
Dean took the cord that had the remote to it, and turned on the TV, figuring he could find some comedy movie for them to watch. He flipped through the channels and found a show that seemed kind of cool on the History channel. This could be interesting, and might make Sammy laugh if he left it here for a while.
Sam tried his best to stay in the somber mood that he had adapted, although it was hard to fight not to laugh a little as he heard a woman's voice saying that she felt some presence here and then some man telling what had happened in the 'manor.' "God, you can't escape that, can you?" Sam chuckled finally, not being able to keep it to himself anymore.
"Well, you know me, Sammy." Dean said, in a voice that was so normal for him that it comforted Sam.
Sam sighed and looked at Dean. "Still think dad loves us?" He demanded. There was some need to be told that he would.
"You know, Sam. He just has a different way of doing things than you do. Like, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." He explained to Sam, hoping that there was some way he could actually explain this away. "He loves us; he just doesn't say it."
Sam nodded, getting what Dean was trying to do. "Is there something better to watch?"
Dean chuckled, and turned the channel. Things would be okay, even if he was really mad right now. Sam was doing much better now, and if he did get sick again, or if this thing didn't go away, he could always call their dad back. He hadn't answered when Dean asked if he would come back, but he knew his dad would. There was no way he couldn't.
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Connor: I don't actually have a Beta reader. I have a spellcheck, but that's it. It's amazing the mistakes you can catch by just rereading what you have written. Well, that and paying attention in the various English classes they give you in high school and the ones you take in college.
Brody113: Did you mean that I did a bad job of portaying the character of Deanor that you didn't like the Dean-torture? I wasn't angry when I wrote it.