Rolling Waves: Chapter Eight
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Wish I did.
A/N: Short chapter. Hope to have a longer one later this week but Harry Potter is opening so there's a chance there won't be another chapter till next week.
Summary: Anyone up for a trip to Seattle?
He didn't know how it happen. One minute he was sleeping in bed and the next minute he was sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala. At least they weren't flying. As the Impala ate up the miles Dean looked listlessly at the road. Once again rolling waves of grain passed him in an monotonous stream occasionally broken by a cow or some other farm quadruped. He adjusted his seat so he could go back to sleep. Maybe if he fell into a deep enough sleep he would never wake up and he wouldn't have to face her.
"I don't know why I had to sit in the back. If Dean's not driving I should." Sam said leaning against in the seat.
"I've always wanted to drive the Impala. It's a great muscle car, but Dean never let me. Something about always having to share."
"Dean hated sharing. He was dad's golden boy."
"Golden Boy? That's not what he said. Apparently your dad's pretty proud of you."
"My dad, proud of me? I think your talking about the wrong brother. Dean's been dad's favorite since as far back as I can remember."
"Didn't you get a full-ride scholarship to Stanford?"
"Yea so?"
"You know, fathers are funny. They might do something that may come across overbearing or uncaring, but the thing is no matter how much you try to aggravate them they still love you."
Sam didn't say anything he just sat back and thought about his last fight with his father.
Flash Back
Sam held the letter in his hand. His ticket out of here. No more lies, no more hunting, no more fake identities and sleeping with a silver knife under his pillow. All he had to do was gather enough courage to open the envelope. With a deep breathe he ripped open the envelope. He opened the letter and looked at the letter in disbelief.
He got it. He got IT. A full ride scholarship to Stanford. He ran into tell his dad.
"Dad. Dad!"
"What is Sammy? Your brother and I are looking up a demon."
"Dad I got it."
"Got it? Got what Sammy? A terminal case of stupidity? We already knew that." Dean looked up at his younger brother.
Sam ignored his brother. "The scholarship. Its full-ride."
"Oh." John put down the book he was looking through and looked at his youngest son. "Dean go check the car to see if we have enough silver bullets."
Dean left the room but not before clapping his brother on the shoulder as a sign of congratulations.
"Dad."
"You're really going to go huh."
"Yea. I don't want to do this anymore. I'm done. It's not my thing. Dean's the one's who's good at shooting and hunting. I'm just… not."
"Maybe if you practiced a little harder."
"Dad. I want to go to college. I want to be normal."
"Normal? Damn it Sam we are normal."
"Normal? Dad? We not normal. We are nothing even remotely normal. We hunt supernatural forces. Dean sleeps with a knife under his pillow. We haven't had a normal family vacation."
Dean was standing outside the door. He shook his head. Sam just didn't understand. It wasn't a fact of whether or not Sam should go to college. It was that no matter where Sam went without him or their dad, their dad would be worried. Sam was the baby no matter what anyone said. His dad was over protective, ever since their mom had died.
The yelling escalated as accusations where thrown back and forth.
"Damn it Dad. I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to hunt."
"So your going to run off to you fancy college and leave your brother and I to hunt by ourselves."
Sam didn't say anything.
"If you leave then don't come back. There is no room for dead weight."
Sam looked at his father. Why couldn't he just be proud of him. A full ride scholarship to Stanford. How many parents wished their kid got this kind of opportunity? He shook his head and gathered his stuff, not that there was much to gather.
End Flash Back
That was the last time he had seen his dad. Not a word. Hell that had been the last time he had seen Dean before he showed up on his doorstep looking for help to find their dad. He needed to find his dad, not just to find Jessica's killer but for other things.
"Thinking deep thoughts?" Alanna asked looking in the rear view mirror.
"Yea."
"So."
"Its nothing. I just need to find my dad."
"Oh." Sensing that Sam didn't want to talk about it Alanna changed the subject. "Your brother always sleep this much?"
"He's addicted to sleep. Probably 'cause he doesn't get much when we're on the road, not to mention the nightmares."
"Dean has nightmares?"
"Uh, no. I do."
"You mind me asking about what?"
Sam paused and thought about it. She already knew the basics. It wasn't really telling her his life story if she knew what his nightmares were about. Besides she could probably deduce what was wrong from Dean.
"My girlfriend's death."
"Oh. Heavy."
"Yea." With that said the two settled down for the long drive.