Back at the community jail's visitation room, Dean sat with his elbows propped on top of the table, listening to Sam finish his story. He had an outraged look on his face, but didn't say anything or interrupt his brother. Sam leaned back on his chair and sighed deeply, and Dean knew he was done.
"Well, " Dean cleared his throat before continuing. "So, Dad killed himself?" He asked. He seemed somewhat relieved by that idea.
Sam shook his head in a negative gesture. "I threw him out. I pushed him out the window." Sam said, looking down. Dean was confused, Sam hadn't mentioned the dancing keys or change, or his new found power, he'd get to that in a moment.
"I thought you said you were standing in the middle of the room, you had your eyes closed and when you opened them, Dad had jumped out the window." Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I didn't say he jumped out the window." Sam replied " I just said when I opened my eyes he was gone. But he didn't jump." Sam added. " I wanted him to be gone. I willed him to be gone, and when I opened my eyes he was." Sam said, guilt written on his face.
"Sam. It wasn't your fault." Dean said. "How can it be your fault? You didn't even touch him." He paused for a moment. "And even if you had thrown him out the window, it still wouldn't be your fault. He is the only one to blame for this. And that's how the judge will see it at your court hearing when I'm done with them." Dean's voice was confident, but he wished he was as sure as he sounded.
Damn, he was so worried they'd take his brother away. This was all his fault. He had left Sam alone with their father. He thought John was for real this time, he had been clean for close to four years. Maybe Dean just wanted so bad to believe it so he could go to Stanford. Dean really thought they could make it. They were so close, six more months and Sam would get into Stanford, they'd live together, away from their father. Why did this have to happen now?. Why did this have to happen at all?. Dean took a deep breath to ease his worries a little.
He didn't think any judge would convict his little brother for defending himself. He was a minor, even if it was just for a couple more months, an abused minor. He really hoped the judge was a woman. If a woman judge pictured her own children being beat by an abusive father, Sam would be out, free of charges and on time to get breakfast.
"But I did throw him through the window." Sam continued, he had a weird emotion showing on his face. Dean couldn't quite grasp it. It looked like Sam wanted to be punished for killing his dad.
"Sam." Dean sounded annoyed. "How could you have done that?" He looked right into Sam's eyes to know he was listening. "Dad weighed at least twice as much as you do, its a good 6 feet from the center of the room to the window. You'd have to be like... 400 pounds of pure muscle to do something like that, and forgive me, but you don't look like a candidate for World's Strongest Men." Dean smiled, trying to joke to lighten his brother's mood. But Sam wasn't amused.
"I didn't do it with my hands." Sam continued. "I did it with my mind." He looked up to see Dean's reaction at that. Sure enough, Dean was giving him a weird look, like he thought he had lost it.
"With your mind." Dean repeated in a skeptical tone, his eyebrows raised.
"Yeah." Sam whispered, looking down. "It started about 5 months ago." He continued, and Dean stared at him. Sam was serious?.
"I fell asleep doing a paper. An important one. I woke up and I had only two hours to finish it." Sam paused. "I was typing away like crazy, just trying to finish it on time, when this little alert 'the program caused an unexpected error and will be closed' appeared." Sam snorted.
"Yeah, I hate those." Dean smiled. Sam continued. "I was just so stressed out. I thought I could loose my chance for a scholarship because of this paper. I was just staring at my computer screen when suddenly everything on the desk flew off."
"What do you mean 'flew off'" Dean asked, apparently interested now.
"Exactly what I said. Flew off. All the little objects, pens, pencils, paper, CDs. Everything just flew off the desk in different directions. Like when you aim a leaf blower to a pile of leaves." Sam replied.
"Are you sure you weren't hallucinating from sleep deprivation or something?" Dean asked amused. Sam glared at him and Dean stopped. He didn't mean to sound patronizing.
"No, it happened." Sam said. "It happened because it happened again a few days later. It's been happening again for the last five months."
"OK. I believe you, Sammy." Dean believed his brother believed it. He could see his brother's guilty expression. "Do you have any control over it?." Dean asked. Sam just shook his head. "Can you tell when it's going to happen?." Again Sam gestured a negative. "Can you do anything to keep it from happening?." Sam just stared at his brother, he didn't know what he was getting at. Seeing Sam's confusion, Dean explained.
"Even if you pushed him out the window with you 'freaky mind powers', " Dean said the last part making quote signs with his fingers. "It wasn't your fault. You couldn't control it, and dad was hitting you. You were just defending yourself. " Dean said with a final tone that meant he didn't want anyone to say otherwise.
Sam was glad his brother was there, but he was a little surprised at how his brother didn't seem to care their father was dead.
"I hated him." Sam confessed. "I feared him, and I hated him, and I couldn't wait to get away." Dean nodded. "But I didn't want him dead." Sam said, looking up to meet his brother's eyes.
"He wasn't always like that." Sam continued. "He was trying to change. He really wanted to change for us." Sam said, and Dean scoffed. Sam looked at his brother with sadness, and a little pity. Dean only knew the drunken John Winchester. He had only bad memories of him. But Sam had been there to see him sober the last 4 years. "He said something about a Missouri." Sam remembered. "He talked to someone named Missouri that day. He was told something that upset him enough to make him drink again." Dean scoffed again, and Sam lifted his head to look at him
"He just wanted an excuse to drink again." Dean sounded angry. "People don't just change. I don't know how I could just trust him with you." Dean looked down.
"It wasn't your fault, Dean." Sam replied quickly. "You couldn't know." Dean looked up.
"Just like you couldn't either." Dean said, and Sam felt like he had been tricked. "Neither of us is to blame here. Do you understand?" Dean asked.
"I guess." Sam said, not very convinced.
"That's not what I want to hear." Dean asked with authority in his voice, but his face showed he was joking.
"Yes, I understand." Sam said, with a genuine smile.
Dean was satisfied with that. Seeing their time was almost up, he got back to business mode.
"OK. I'm glad we've got that straight." He said. "Now, your hearing is in two days. I got them to move it forward so you wouldn't have to stay here until next week." Dean said. "Did you tell the police anything when they got there?" Sam shook his head.
" You always tell me that if I get in any trouble, you know, real trouble, to say nothing and call you." Dean nodded and smiled. He was worried Sam had told them he threw their father out the window, like he had just told him.
"OK. Are you going to be all right here for the next two days?." Dean asked, a little apologetically.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Sam smirked slightly. "The other kids are afraid of me. You know, 'freaky mind powers' " He said, with what sounded like pride.
"Oh, right, you're the king of OZ" He smiled. "Got yourself a couple bitches yet?" Dean asked, and Sam laughed.
The officer that had been standing next to the door all this time, approached them to tell them their time was up. Dean nodded and turned to his brother.
"Well, you just hang in there. I'll get you out of here in no time." Dean stood up at the same time as Sam, and hugged his brother. He put a hand on his shoulder and added. "I'll come back tomorrow to see how you're doing." He said, Sam nodded. The police officer came to take him back to his cell and Dean watched them until they crossed the doors.
Dean got to the office where he had to leave his jacket, got his stuff and left. He had work to do.
This shouldn't be too hard. Sam was a minor, acting in self defense, and if he had told the truth, and Dean didn't have any reason to suspect otherwise, the police would find no evidence to suspect Sam had pushed his father through the window. The case looked easy. Dean felt a lot more optimist about things, but wouldn't risk losing his brother. He would consider every possible little thing that could jeopardize their case. He remembered what his brother had said... "Missouri." Dean mouthed to himself.
Author's Note: How are you liking it so far: ) I thought of the ending last night. I think I'll finish the story today. This is an addiction XD.
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