Chapter 2: He's Leaving

The night air was full of mist brought by the warmth of spring and rain. It set low above the ground sending a still, yet unnatural sense to the already night glow.

He was leaving again. Packing more weapons than clothing in a small black duffle bag, Dean and Sam watched as their dad scuttled to put items after items into his bag. Soon, fourteen year old Dean decided to help his father pack. He grabbed a box of rifle bullets and handed them towards his father.

John Winchester gradually looked from his stuffing and towards his eldest son.

Dean's brave faced told him that he was mature and much strong-will than any boys his age.

He was proud.
He was proud that his son showed courage and masculinity to be strong for their small family. He was proud that he had a soldier in front of him that he could be content to have him by his side of any war.

He took the box of bullets and placed them at the bottom of his bag.

Sam, ten years old, sat at the table, eating his second bowl of cereal that day. A hint of sadness behind his eyes and a bit of concern overflowed his childlike features.

Putting the last item in his bag, John stood up to look at his boys. Sam took notice and tenderly walked over and stood next to his brother.

"Remember what I told you, both of you," John began.

"Yes, sir," both boys saluted.

John stood there, looking at his boys. They stood straight, shoulders squared, faces front and centered, and their eyes, emotionless.

They were perfect, his perfect little soldiers.

"I'll be back as soon as possible, so be brave and take care, both of you…" he finished there.

The boys did their salute, "Yes sir."

Taking one last look at his sons, he grabbed his duffle bag and keys and headed out the door.

Both, Sam and Dean, lingered at the door to watch the black impala pull out the yard.

They live in an abandon cabin in an isolated area not far from town. It's surrounded by tall pine trees only to have an open field of muddy-rocky plains that the cabin sat upon.

As the tail lights disappeared behind the trees, Dean left his place from the front door frame and ventured back into their dainty dull home. Sam stayed by the door for a few more minutes, savoring the last bit of their dad's absent.

"I hate it when he leaves like this," Sam inquired as he shut the door. "It seems so empty, here, almost…not right."

Dean, putting Sam's cereal bowl into the sink, just sighed.

"Not this again, Sammy."

"I'm just sayin', we need someone here with us, we can't be alone like this."

"We're not alone, Sammy, we have each other, you know that."

"I know, but I hate it. I want someone here with us. At least, Jacob Mills' parents hire a babysitter to watch over him when he's alone."

"We're not like Jacob Mills' family."

"I know but I want a family like Jacob's family. He has a house… near people, a dog he can play with when he gets home from school, and he has a …mom…"

Dean stopped what he was doing; washing some dishes, and looked at Sam.

Sam was crying.

"Sammy…I hate it when you do this. Mom is never coming back," he started to yell. "Dad is all we got so suck it up and shut it."

Sam let out a cry, out of anger and ran to his room. The sound of a door being lock was heard soon after.

Dean threw a rag he used to dry the dishes to the ground. He always hated it when Sam gets like this way. He would always tell him of what every other kid had and what they didn't have and it always frustrated him. He knew what they didn't have, he was always reminded of it when they had family-teacher nights at school or PTA meetings, and he didn't need to be reminded of it at home.

He felt a tear run down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away and calm him self to hold back the rest that were about to fall.

He looked at the locked door that Sam concealed him self in.

He knew Sam only meant well for his concern but Sam didn't know better. He never knew Mary, their mom, and Dean felt sorry for Sam for not knowing her, but it always hurt when Sam asked questions about their lifestyles from others.

Taking a deep sigh, Dean walked over to Sam's door and knocked.

There wasn't an answer.

He knocked harder and asked, "Sammy, are you okay."

Still no answer, "Look, I'm…sorry. It's just…when you talk about other families and how we don't have what they have, it makes me…mad and …angry."

He paused to make sure Sam didn't have anything to say.

"I wish we have a mom, I do, Sam, but all we have is each other and that has to mean something right. It's been nothing but us and that's cool, right?"

He thought he heard sheets ruffling but he wasn't sure.

His frustration got the best of him and he banged on the door.

"Come on Sammy. Why do you have to be like this? Every time Dad leaves, you go all depress on me. I can't take it anymore, you're just…"

The door unlocked and swung opened, revealing a red-teary eyed Sammy.

"You can't take it anymore…I can't take it any more, Dean." He pokes a finger towards Dean's chest causing him to back up. "Everyday at school, I see how happy the other kids are and I think why can't I be happy? I want a mom; I want someone to hold me.
I want someone to heal a scrape on my knee and then kiss it to make it better. I want someone to tell me that they love me." Sam stopped only to break down into a tremble cry. "I want a family, Dean."

At this point, Dean didn't really know what to do. He knew that he should comfort him, but he really didn't know how. Of course he knew how to comfort Sam, with hugs and brotherly love but that was about it. Giving Sam the comfort he wanted and needed with emotions and with love wasn't his expertise. How could he explain to Sam that this was all that him and their father could give him and that it's okays. Dean looked at his brother and could see the weary eyes staring up at him. Placing a hand on Sam's shoulder, he led him to his bed. Gradually Sam lowered him self in bed and his eyes gently closed. Dean placed the covers over him and tucked him in and left his room. Cutting off all the lights, he heads for bed him self.

As he lay down, got comfortable in his bed, he looked out his window up at the moonlit sky. Thinking about those many nights where he tucked Sam in, he just wish someone would do the same for him.

tbc...