Kill or Be Killed
By: chocolate rules
Chapter 14:
Home
Arriving at the apartment, Dean pulled the finally resting Sam from the car into their 'home'. Inside, John was already preparing to leave for his hunt.
"Hey, son," he said briefly looking up to see them enter. "How is he?"
"He's asleep now. He kind of fell apart a little while back, but he's okay now." John nodded as he finished loading his rifle. He placed the weapon into his bag along with his journal and some printouts. He then turned to Dean and took a few steps towards the boys stopping right in front of them.
John reached over and brushed away the hair covering Sam's face. The boy lied peacefully in his brother's arms, sleeping as if nothing had ever happened. John sighed relief that his baby boy would live to see another day. However, he knew the young boy could not afford to pull another stunt like that. No matter how much he hated to have to make the boy recall the day's events, John knew that Sammy couldn't go unpunished for his actions; even if Dean was against it.
"Clean him up and put him to bed. It's still a little early, but he needs the rest."
"Yes sir." Dean said and started to move towards their room when John hand gently grabbed his arm.
"We're going to have to have a long talk to him about this."
"Dad, he's been through enough. He knows not to do it again." But John shook his head.
"Sorry, sport. Sam knows he's to go home with you immediately after school. There's no excuse for that. He also knows how dangerous something like that can be. He went into this fully aware of the consequences."
"Dad, there were dead bodies all over that place. Empty corpse! And Sammy was in the dead center of it all. I think he learned his lesson. He's going to have a hard enough time forgetting about this as it is."
"I'm sorry, Dean. I hate to have to do this to him. But I've never babied either of you. I can't start now," Dean opened his mouth to protest again but John kept on talking, "He knows he did wrong, but that's not the only reasons behind punishments. If he just goes around doing this and just because he learned his lesson the hard way he gets away with breaking the rules then they're pointless. I can't allow him to ever do this again. He's twelve years old, there's a lot of years left in him; but not if we don't protect him. And especially not if he gets himself into these tight spots."
"Okay. I guess, we can't let him do something like this again. But, in the morning okay?" Dean said doing what he was known to do best, agree with his father whole heartedly but protect his brother unconditionally.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," John agreed. He turned back and grabbed his things saying "Besides, I have to finish the hunt today. When I'm back in the morning, I'll sit him down and then we'll talk."
"Good thing tomorrow's Saturday. I'd hate to see what the kids would say to him in school." Dean said looking down into his arms. John came over and with his spare hand ruffled Dean's hair and then gently brushed a finger against Sammy's check.
"Yeah, good thing. Now, clean him up and straight to bed. And, well I guess you should start packing. I don't want him around here for too much longer." Dean nodded and John opened the door beside him. He stepped out into the night; glancing back to his boys and praying to whatever it was that had kept them alive and together for this long to keep doing its job.
TBC
