Chapter 3
Whistling as Dean Winchester strolled back towards the motel room with breakfast, he couldn't wait to eat as the aromas had been torturing him the whole drive back to the motel. As he fished the room key out of his pocket and opened the door he could here the shower running signifying Sammy was indeed up. This lightened Dean's mood even more as waking up Sammy could be a dangerous project as he was usually not happy to be woken up, and as their father taught them, always armed.
Calling out "Hey Sammy don't take to long in there breakfast is here." Dean began to set out the breakfast on the nightstand, as the other table in the room didn't look sturdy enough to hold even just the bag the breakfast was in. When he got no reply from Sammy Dean walked to the bathroom door figuring Sammy hadn't heard him the first time. "Come on Sammy don't use up all the hot water bitch I want to take a shower as well."
Silence was all that met Dean yet again, and now he began to get worried. "Sammy hey Sammy, what's going on? You jerking off in there or what?" "Sammy come on open the door now."
With still no response Dean simply kicked the door in and the site that met him damn near stopped his heart. His little brother practically collapsed inside the shower. Dean grabbed some towels, shut off the water and quickly began to dry Sammy off. "What the Fuck is going on?" Dean muttered to himself. "Come on Sammy snap out of it, you need to wake up now, because I'm freaking out here." Grabbing Sam in a fireman's carry he managed to get his tall lanky brother out of the shower and into the bedroom. "Damn boy you are heavy and awkward" Dean muttered.
Getting Sammy on the bed on his back Dean began to quickly check for injuries. Finding none he was about to start panicking when Sam let out a moan. "Oh thank God!" Dean exclaimed. "Sammy come on wake up now, come back to me Sammy please." "Open your eyes Sammy that's right open your eyes." As Sammy's eyes began to flutter open Dean felt as though the could finally breath again. "It's all right your going to be alright." Dean whispered to his younger brother.
"Dean" Sammy ground out.
"Yeah I'm here Sammy how ya feeling?" Dean replied
"I'm okay, and it's Sam jerk"
With that one smartass reply Dean's world righted itself and he could revert back to form.
"Whatever bitch, you mind telling me what the hell happened? I mean I leave you alone for a half hour and you pass out in the shower. What gives man? Was it a vision do you need some aspirin?" Dean rattled off out of relief at his brother's safe return to the land of the living.
"I'm fine jerk just give me a minute. Yes it was a vision, and yes we do need to leave. No I don't need an aspirin, my head actually doesn't hurt, and I think I've figured out how to control the visions. Or at least control the pain." Sam replied as he tried to sit up only to be pushed back down by his mother hen of an older brother.
"That's great Sammy I'm really proud of you, now you eat some breakfast while I pack and then we'll hit the road." Dean said as he shoved one of the breakfasts into Sammy's hands.
"Dean dude seriously I'm fine stop worrying. We've got to do some research first, and you need to eat as well. Just sit down for a second, eat breakfast with me and I'll tell you about the vision." Sam spoke slowly as he tried to get Dean to calm down.
Dean stopped throwing their stuff in the duffle bags and took a second to look at Sammy, "Are you sure your all right, because alright doesn't tend to mean passed out in the john little brother."
"I promise jerk I'm fine, just sit for a second and let me tell you what happened. It's actually good news, as I've got to run a search on a partial license plate and a bridge anyway before we know where to go."
Dean hesitantly sat beside his little brother and grabbed the second breakfast even though his previous hunger and dissipated at seeing Sammy apparently passed out. "Go on then bitch we don't have all day."
Never let it be said that Dean Winchester isn't sentimental to a fault Sammy thought to himself at his brother's predictable way of dealing with emotion.
"Okay here goes" said Sammy "So I was in the shower and the vision hit, but so did an epiphany. Max didn't feel any pain when he used his gifts, because he wanted to have them. They were an answer to a prayer. He finally was granted something that could protect him from the evil inflicted on him by his family. Now I never wanted the visions. I wanted to be normal. I didn't want to have anything to do with the possibility that I was a freak that was going to be caught up in this world for the rest of my life. Therefore I wasn't accepting of the gift. They had to force it on me. Literally and figuratively. Now that I've accepted who and what I am, and now that I want to know what the visions entail in order to better help the people in them the pain is much more manageable."
Dean felt his heart lift and break all at the same time listening to Sammy speak. While on one hand he was thrilled to hear his baby brother talk about accepting his gifts and his destiny, he was heartbroken over the fact that it had killed the dream of normalcy that Sammy had always dreamed of achieving.
Sam as if reading his mind, and maybe he is thought Dean he is going to be really powerful. How Dean could be so certain of that he didn't know, but he was absolutely certain it was true.
"Dean really I'm okay with what's going on. I know you don't like talking about stuff like this, but after Chicago, I guess you could say I had an epiphany of sorts. I realized I was wrong to ask you to let me go, because whether this was what I wanted it's what I've got. There are worse things in the world then saving lives for a living." Sam spoke earnestly to Dean trying to convey all that he was feeling and thinking. "I mean that's not to say I'm always going to be happy with how me survive, I would prefer if we came up with another source of income, but hey things can't be perfect. Anyway that's stuff we can work out later what's important now is that there is a seriously fugly and hungry creature out there under a bridge that we need to seriously kill."
Dean sat there stunned unable to form a reply if his life depended on it. Sammy's not leaving, Sammy's not leaving, Sammy's not leaving. Just kept running through his brain over and over again. After a moment to regroup in typical Dean Winchester fashion he replied "Well you know I'm the muscle and you're the brains, so get to work on the research while I take a nap, that breakfast made me tired. Hop to bitch this case isn't going to solve itself." He shot out as he relaxed against the bed and shot Sam is most arrogant smirk.
The smile that lit up Sam's face belied his words "Whatever jerk I'll research the creature, but get out you're badge number and run a search on a NC partial plate S487Z . I had the vision I can't do everything." Tossing the balled up bag that breakfast came in at Dean lying on the bed.
Then with the sense of peace both boys got to work trying to find their next hunt, and save their next victim.
The End
To be continued in a sequel (possibly)
Okay is it worth it. Do you want to hear about the creature? This was meant to be mostly and introspective piece on healing the boys after the fubar that was Chicago. So should I go forward or what? Please let me know.
