I had this ready to post Tuesday, but the Net wasn't allowing me to upload, so sorry for the wait.
Well the beach was amazing. I laid out all day Sunday and Monday and am now bright pink. As per usual I forgot to cover my whole foot with sunscreen, so I'm going barefoot today at work. I really appreciate all the reviews, and please let me know if there is something you don't like as well. Any and all criticisms are welcome. I want to improve, so if you have any ideas please let me know. Thanks.
Chapter Five
By the time the guys were back in dock they were tanned and exhausted. They had caught some nice size fish for he day, and Dean had even hooked a Marlin. He was unfortunately unable to bring it in, and was grateful to the harness as he thought he was going to get pulled out of the boat by the amazing fish. The boys had spent the rest of the day after the revelations of the morning talking and laughing about whatever was on their minds. They even got into a joke telling contest, both boys having learned new ones during their four-year separation. Captain Jim even threw in a few of his own that had the boys rolling on the floor of the boat.
Sam had told Dean more about Jess and the life they had lived together. While Dean had shared more about what drew him to Cassie in the first place. As well as their Dad's reaction to the fact that Dean had told Cassie the truth about their life, which had Sammy laughing so hard he couldn't breath. Between the sun, the fish and the laughter both guys were exhausted and yet 100 completely relaxed.
Arriving back at the motel Dean said, "Man dibs on the shower, I think that Marlin damn near dislocated both my shoulders. Why don't you do something useful and have a vision about where we're supposed to eat dinner tonight."
Lying on the bed Sam could barley lift his head to say, "Kiss my ass jerk."
"Sure sure." Dean replied as he shut the bathroom door, and got into the shower. "Oh thank you God!" he said out loud as the hot water pounded away at his very sore muscles.
Feeling a little bad about using up all the hot water Dean still couldn't bring himself to take a quick shower. "Sammy looked exhausted anyway. I'll let him take a nap and then he can take a shower later." Dean justified to himself.
Dean was in fact gearing up for a nice long shower when he heard the bathroom door open and the familiar step of his brother enter the room. "Look Sammy I know you –" Dean was cut off though by the sound of the toilet getting flushed and the sudden onslaught of cold water pouring out of the showerhead. "What the Fuck!" Dean shouted. As he jumped out of the shower in time to see his baby brother head back into the main room Dean couldn't help but be a little confused. It wasn't like it was the first time that either brother had pulled that particular prank, but Dean was generally the instigator, and he was pretty sure he'd been a great brother all day. Grabbing a towel and heading out he saw Sammy laying on the bed his hands over his eyes. "Dude what's your problem?" He asked not just a little pissed at the undeserved prank.
"You just had to open your mouth didn't you?" Sam mumbled from the bed his hands still covering his face. "You just couldn't resist."
"Okay dude you are seriously started to be really weird. The only thing I said to your punk ass was to find a restaurant for dinner tonight." Dean answered back perplexed at his brother's behavior.
"Yeah jackass and do you remember HOW you told me to do it?" Sam's words still muffled by his hands.
"All I said was for you to…. Ahh!" Dean exclaimed, "You had a vision didn't you?"
"Ding, ding, ding ladies and gentleman we have a winner. Tell the contestant what he's won." Sam said sarcastically as he finally sat up on the bed. "A trip out of paradise to the cold of Nova Scotia for a fun filled time battling what appears to be a pirate poltergeist. Yippee"
Sitting down beside Sammy Dean couldn't help but feel the same sense of regret that their vacation was apparently over. And driving to the frozen island of Nova Scotia after the beach couldn't have sounded less appealing. Letting out a sigh of disappointment Dean said "Well I can't say I blame you for not wanting to go this time. I can't think of a hunt that sounds more like a side trip to hell then what you just saw, but we knew we couldn't stay here forever."
"I know." Sam replied his own tone resigned to the hunt ahead. "Sorry for the toilet man, when the vision hit it was like being hit with a bucket of ice water, soooo I decided to share the experience with you."
"Well I know we've shared a lot on this trip, but in the future feel free to refrain from sharing that if you don't mind bitch." Dean said playfully swatting the back of Sammy's head. "Look it's not like we can start tonight anyway, and it's going to be at least a 3 day trip. What do you say we go out and enjoy our last night of vacation before heading out early in the morning?"
"Yeah, your right might as well appreciate the time we have left rather then bitch about having to leave." Sammy said smiling, appreciating Dean's good humor about the whole situation.
"Hey, when you said it was like getting hit with a bucket of ice water what did you mean, because you seem to be fine now. Does that mean there wasn't any pain from this vision?" Dean said suddenly as he realized Sam didn't seem to be suffering from the typical migraine like pain that came with the visions in the past.
"Huh" said Sammy. "No man it didn't really hurt at all. Which his a little surprising, because I really wasn't happy about having a vision. So you would think that it would have hurt."
"Maybe not." Said Dean as he began to get dressed his shower long forgotten. "I mean sure you weren't happy, about having a vision now, but you didn't try to deny having it either. I think now that you've accepted them as a part of who you are it knows the difference between being pissed at the timing, and not wanting to have them at all."
"I guess that makes sense." Sammy replied as he too began to change clothes for dinner. "I mean whenever I read you I didn't do it deliberately, it just happened and it didn't hurt, just took me by surprise. I didn't want to know what you were thinking, at least not consciously, but on some level I must have, and that hidden desire manifested itself through a reading. The repressed emotions concerning my desire to know you better would have…" Dean interrupted Sam before he could finish verbalizing that thought out loud.
"Whoa bitch. Could you sound like a bigger geek? I swear dude we have to get you laid soon before you turn into a chick. Hidden desire. The manifestation of repressed emotions. I don't need to know that much out your freaked out thought process. Grab you jacket and let's go pick up some honey bunnies for the evening." Dean snarked looking at Sammy like he couldn't quiet figure out where he came from, and could they really possibly be related.
Rolling his eyes at his brothers inability to have a discussion about emotions that took longer then 5 minutes of Dean telling Sam what he thought Sam should be feeling, and then let's move along. Sammy had to admit. He does have a point about having some fun on our last night of vacation." Not that Sam would ever admit that out loud, but he did grab his jacket and follow Dean out to the car.
"Unfortunately the vision didn't include what our dinner plans for the evening should be as well, so I say we head back to the Oceanic." Sam said as he slipped into the passenger side seat of the Impala.
"Works for me." Dean replied starting the car and pulling out into traffic headed toward the fun hotspot they had found the previous evening. "There were some seriously hot chicks there last night that we hardly got to meet, a mistake I say we rectify tonight."
"Well as much fun as watching you being led around by little Dean all night. I'm starving, so picking up chicks is going to have to wait till I've been fed." Sam told his brother as he tried to stretch the kinks out of his back from fishing all day.
"See I am constantly amazed at how much you underestimate me bro. I can assure you I can pick up girls and eat all at the same time." Dean smirked as he winked at Sammy "Just watch the master and learn."
"Can we discuss the delusions you live with for just a moment? Cause let me tell you I don't care how suave you think you are scrounging for meat out of crab legs is in no way debonair. You just can't look cool doing it, sorry." Sam said laughingly picturing Dean the previous night sucking on the end of one of the crab legs trying to make sure he had gotten all the meat.
"See once again you underestimate me. My charm is so powerful the ladies are under my spell in a matter of minutes." Dean joked to his brother.
"Ahh! At last and explanation that makes sense. I never knew you had it in you to use black magic Dean, but I've always wondered what your secret was. Of course now that I know I will have to vanquish your black magic ass, I hope you know this is going to hurt me more then it hurts you." Sammy said in a mock Dad voice. "Dad's going to be so disappointed."
"See that right there. Not funny. I know your twisted freaked out brain thought that was cute, but I can assure it wasn't." Dean said pointing his finger at his brother as if to scold him for having such an awful sense of humor.
"Say what you will, but I'm laughing."
"And yet I'm not. What does that tell you?"
"That you have no sense of humor?"
"Um nooo. It tells you that you're a freak. Didn't you go to college?"
"See that type of thinking right there, trying to put your freakiness on someone else, classic displacement. Don't worry we'll get you the help you need."
"I'll get help. I'll get help by tossing your raggedy ass out of the car while it's still moving. That will help me plenty, smarty-pants."
"Showing signs of irrational anger and violence. Uh-oh you've obviously progressed further then the initial assessment. We better get a specialist. Don't worry Dean I'll call Dad. I'm sure he knows some good institutions."
"How about we "institute" a policy where little brothers shut the fuck up. How's that sound?"
"Sure, sure whatever you say. I'm just a figment of your imagination. You just continue driving and try not to drive us into the ocean."
"Okay see in 3 minutes we're going to be at the restaurant, and I have no problem with kicking your punk ass in the parking lot. The girls will probably be impressed with my mad skills, so I'd watch it if I were you."
Sam tried to continue the verbal sparring that they had going, but was laughing so hard at the look of inspiration on his brother's face at the thought of impressing the ladies by beating Sam up. It never crossed his mind that Dean would follow through with the threat, but that Dean could turn any conversation back to picking up chicks was utter hilarity to Sam.
By the time the brothers got to the restaurant, they had switched from insults to pick-up lines and techniques that had both guys holding their ribs from laughing so hard. In fact Dean had laughed so hard at Sam's "This face seats four." Line he'd damn near driven the car into the ocean, managing to right them at the last second. Dean of course couldn't let that line go without begging Sam to use it tonight. The idea of his sweet-faced ultimate knight in shining armor brother using such a crass and degrading pick-up line had Dean gasping for breath.
Sammy meanwhile was still howling over Dean's rendition of "Angel" pickup lines and couldn't even be bothered to respond to the begging.
Both brother's knew tonight would be their last night off for a while and tomorrow would begin to lead them once again willingly into danger. So both were determined to enjoy the evening as much as possible. The lives they led were their choice and one they both finally made without reservation. Neither was prepared to leave the other behind ever again and all future hunts would be face together. The boys were back and evil was in for a serious ass kicking.
"Party tonight for tomorrow we die." Ran through Sam's mind as they entered the bar ready for some action. "Ah well. It might not be any one else's normal, but it's ours so I guess that's all that matters."
With that final thought Sam followed Dean into the bar and into their future.
The End.
I know I know I kind of left you hanging about the poltergeist, but that's for another story. This piece was always going to be about healing and the sharing of secrets the brothers had kept from each other. I'm contemplating continuing on with this series, but probably not right away as I have this Supernatural/Buffy crossover that's haunting my every waking moment. Now if only I can get it down on paper. I want to thank everyone who's reviewed this story. I really appreciated all the positive feedback. Thanks for reading, and please let me know if you think I should continue this series.
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