Consequences

By: chocolate rules

Chapter Eleven: A Day In The Life of Sam, year 16

Part One

A minute after John had retreated into the forest, Sam tilted his head back and exhaled loudly. Dean turned around from staring at the spot his father had just been standing at to face Sam. He reached out and smacked Sam on the head. Sam's head jolted back and he looked at Dean for a moment.

"Dude, you're so not off the hook. He's right, I bought you time. So get thinking. You're going to need one hell of an excuse for Dad not to wail on you."

"He's going to one way or another. If it's not for drinking, it'll be for sneaking out, or disobeying him, or being out at night, or not taking my cell, or…"

"Okay! I got it, you're screwed!" Dean said, throwing his arms into the air.

"Thanks. He's going to kill me! He's literally going…"

"Shut Up Already! Damn! What, you like to hear yourself talk or something? Just think up something, better than your whole 'It's not what you think' 'cause he'll certainly kill you for that one. And you should probably try and throw up, clear your head."

"Clear my head? What's that going to do?"

"Well, you need to learn when to shut up, for one. Just look down and don't provoke him"

"Easier said than done." Sam said looking down.

"Like you've tried. Shut up and think. I'm not taking any heat from this."

"You kind of just did." Sam said cheaply. Dean gave him a glance.

"Shut up. Look, I haven't slept in a week. I'm going to take you home and sleep for the next two days. You are more than likely going to that Stuart guy, which isn't as bad as Dad makes it sound. There's plenty of little animals there that you can kill and Stuart's not stupid. He knows you're not the best hunter. He knows you hate this. He'll make it relatively easy on you."

"Like Dad'll let him."

"Dad's going to leave you there, Einstein. He never stays there. There's no way he'd know. I'll even talk with ol' Stuie if you want." Dean said flashing a smile. Sam bit his lip, thinking of something else to say. Dean, however, walked past Sam patting him on the back as he went. He walked over to the remaining trio.

"So? What have you guys learned today?" Dean asked them in a sarcastic tone. They looked at him but none responded. Emily looked down to the floor and found new interest in the lines on her shoe. "Anyone? No, well that's not good. The moral of this story is don't go into the forest if there's rumor of some psycho spirit. Rumor's have a tendency to hold some truth."

"She's really out there." Denz said. He seemed far, far out there and Dean remembered that the older girl had been smoking something. Probably weed he thought. Denz had probably had some too. Boy was that kid in for some kind of hell. Drunk and high and seeing spirits, what a night!

"Yep, she's really out there. But, lucky for you, she won't be for long. In a few minutes, your rides are going to get here and then we're going to leave and none of us will ever plan on doing something soooo stupid again, right?"

The girls nodded and Denz stared out into the forest. Sam walked over to the group, spitting. He seemed to of came from making himself throw up. Dean looked over at the teens and shook his head. Reckless youths. Teenage wasteland, he thought with a grin. How true. Granted, Dean had been no angel at their age, but he was disappointed in Sam. Teenagers had a way of finding themselves in trouble, they always searched out the local folklore. But Sam should know better. No matter what these kids had told him, he should have known better.

The girls' ride came first. Turned out that Emily and Erin were sisters, go figure. Denz ride came two or three minutes later in the form of his eldest brother Todd and his frantic mother Clarissa. Denz was so out of it, Both Sam and Dean doubt that he'd heard any of his mother's threats or praises. After they left, Dean pulled Sam towards the Chevy.

"I can walk, Dean," Sam said as he tried to pull his arm from Dean's grip. Dean only registered the incentive and gripped his arm tighter.

"What's your probable, man?" asked Sam as he once again tried to get away from Dean's hold.

"My problem? Seems kind of obvious, Sam. I don't take you lying to me and sneaking around to well. You could've called me. Dad's right, I let you get away with everything." Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I do. Man, you have no idea how many things I've gotten you out of. If you think the beef Dad gives you is bad, you have no idea how bad it could be."

"You mean it could get worse?" Sam asked skeptically. He doubted that his father's threats could be worse. That his arguments with his father could get worse. Granted, his father had never really gotten physical with them. He'd gotten them hurt, nbut had never done the hurting. So, it could've been worse, yes, but Sam doubt that John would've resulted to that.

"Hell yeah it could be worse!" Dean said. They reached the car and Dean pulled the passenger door open. He released Sam, closed the door and walked to the other side entering the driver's side.

"How?" asked Sam as they began the drive home. Dean looked at him about to say how stupid that question was. However, he realized that Sam was serious.

"Pretty badly." Dean replied after a second. Sam looked up to him expectantly but Dean didn't want to continue.

"How badly?"

"Sam, Dad's human, you know. He gets mad. When we were younger, he used to drink a lot. People used to think he was out of his mind after mom. He hated that. He practically thought he was crazy himself. Drinking used to make it easier. He used to lash out at people. Then we started moving around and if he got mad at someone and did lash out, he was usually gone the next day anyway. But with you, he couldn't run away from. You'd ask so many questions and he didn't always have the answers and some answers aren't the kind you can tell a little kid, you know."

"He'd tell you things, though. He trusted you with a lot of information. Why couldn't he trust me like that."

"Sam, I stopped being a little kid a long, long time ago. You, on the other hand, had innocence. Have innocence. If you knew all we know, you wouldn't be able to sleep at night." Dean said. They reached a stop light and he turned to looked over to Sam. "You barely do as it is."

"So, if I was told things, it'd be worse?"

"No, you missed the point." Dean said shaking his head. He continued down the road. "Dad has a violent nature. You have a tendency to talk yourself tight into things. God Sam, he would've hit you so many times by now. He would've hit me so many times by now if it weren't useless. When you do stupid things like tonight, or when you prioritize something over hunting, he's pissed. You know how he gets. He yells at you now because it's the only way to get you to see things his way. I know you never will, but he keeps trying."

"So? You've stopped him from hitting me? When?"

"Sam… I've stopped him from doing a lot of stupid things. I protect you, you get that? Over everything. Tonight was stupid. I had to protect you from the spirit, sure, but there was more to tonight. You snuck out, at night, had some beer and were in way to close proximity to drugs for my liking. Not even considering the spirit here, you could've been killed."

"I know, Dean. I'm sorry." said Sam softly. Dean looked over at him and shook his head.

"No, Sam. You regret this only because you were caught. I won't go against my nature and not defend you from Dad. But like hell you better believe there'll be consequences." Sam looked at Dean, the fear evident in his eyes.

"Fr…from you?" asked Sam, fear evident now in his voice.

"Damn right. I told you, I'll protect you from everything. Even your own stupidity."

"Wh…what are you g…going to do?" Sam stuttered out. John's tactics he was already accustomed to. Melt bullets, clean the cars, clean the guns, extra sparring, research duties. Recently, his father had added the weekend solo survival to the list. Dean was always full of surprises. There was no one there to protect him from Dean. Their father wouldn't, he'd probably encourage it as much as he did their wrestling or sparring. Oh, God. Sam shiver slightly at the thoughts passing his mind.

"Why, what do you think I'll do to you?"

"Dean! How the hell should I know! You're unpredictable half the time." Dean nodded, that was true sometimes he surprised himself. "Are you going to hit me?" Dean looked over to meet his terrified brother's eyes.

"Hit you?" Dean asked. Sam closed his eyes and nodded. "I've never hit you before."

"Neither has Dad. But, according to you, that's because you've stopped him. Who'd stop you from hitting me? No one."

"No, I won't hit you. Whatever I do, I want it to stick."

"Stick?"

"Yeah, stick. Hitting you, I don't that'll stick." Dean said. He pulled into their street and Sam sat silently awaiting whatever came his way. They entered the house but Dean made no movement towards him, just headed into the kitchen and asked him if he was hungry.

A/N: Okay, there's a part 2, I had no school toady and I guess way too much time. The lectures were supposed to be short and sweet, but they're not. I guess I owe you guys a long chpater anyway, so there it is! Hope you enjoyed it. After a few reviews, I'll post the second part, So... you have to review! ;)

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