May the Circle... chp 3
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Dean looked incredulously at his baby brother. "A few reasons. Mainly because he was leaning against my car."
Tommy snorted. "Yeah well, that wasn't all by choice." He stretched out a bit more in the chair.
"Stretch out on the far bed, Sammy can share with me." Dean put a hand on his brother's good shoulder. "That is if you're planning on sticking around."
"Yeah, I'm sticking around. Dad and I might not have seen eye-to-eye on a lot of things. Him tossing me out at 17 wasn't exactly an award winning move, but he's still our father and he's missing."
Sam sighed. "How the hell do you know these kind of things? I mean," He stopped and ran a hand through his damp hair. "I don't know what the hell I mean."
"I didn't read your mind if that's what you're worried about Sam. Not that I haven't done so to others. That isn't something I plan on doing to family, not unless it's absolutely necessary." He stood up slowly, groaning softly as the room spun a bit before settling down. Tommy let his oldest brother help him to the other bed before laying down. "Missouri called me. Told me that you two had been by and were looking for him. I tried to make it in time to help with the poltergeist in our house." He blushed slightly, causing Sam to raise an eyebrow. "Kinda got delayed a bit." Funny the things a deer through the windshield can do to a car and a person.
Dean had noticed the blush as well. "Did you just blush?" He smirked at his middle brother.
Tommy met his oldest brother's gaze. "What if I did?"
For a moment, Sam watched them, then started laughing. "If I didn't know any better, I would never have guessed the two of you had been apart for 8 years."
"Yeah well, I tried to come back a couple of times. Dad had something to say about it though. Last time I tried was about four years ago, probably right before you went to Stanford, Sam."
"What happened?" Sam took a seat next to his older brother. He might be mad at him, but he knew without a doubt that Tommy had never stopped looking out for him in some way.
"Let's just say that dad has a helluva a left hook and soft food diets suck ass."
A soft chuckled escaped from Dean. "Dude, I could have told you that a long time ago." Handing Tommy a glass of water, he held out two Tylenol as well. "We don't have anything stronger at the moment that I'm willing to give you, but with that concussion I probably would only give you this anyway."
"Figures you'd find some way to deprive me." Tommy sat up a bit and took the pills before draining the water.
Sam snorted. "He's good at depriving people of things."
"Except the women. I never deprive a woman." Dean winked at them.
"Uh huh. That's not what Christy McAllen said when you were in 5th grade."
"What did she say?" Sam grinned. Whenever someone had something on Dean, especially stuff like this, he soaked it up and saved it for later.
"Don't you dare Tommy."
Tommy raised an eyebrow, then looked at his baby brother. "She told him that whoever said men were good for something needed to rethink that when it came to people like Dean." He laughed softly. "I don't think I've ever seen our brother more dumbfounded. He even asked dad what she meant."
"Really?" Tommy nodded. "Yeah. Dad just looked at him for a moment then said if Dean ever figured out what a woman meant, it was time to leave because more than likely she was getting ready to lay one on you."
Dean shook his head. "Then he laughed as he left to go after some creature. Thankfully we left the next week and I didn't have to deal with being put down like that." He watched Tommy for a moment. "When did you last eat?"
"I'm not hungry Dean. If you and Sam haven't eaten yet, go ahead and get yourselves something."
Sam shook his head and waited for the small explosion to come. While it was okay to say no to Dean about some things, those that involved their health was never one of them. It didn't help that Tommy had somehow managed to make it seem like what he said was an order. And the only person Dean ever took orders from was their father.
"I didn't ask if you were hungry." Dean glared at his younger brother. "When did you last eat?"
"A couple of days ago, before I went after the poltergeist."
"God dammit. Did nothing dad teach you sink in?" He couldn't help but get angry at Tommy. Their dad might not have been his brother's favorite person, but the man knew what he was talking about.
"Fuck you Dean." Tommy sat up, then got to his feet. "I've been taking care of myself since I was 17 and I didn't need dad's help to do it." He grabbed his jacket and started towards the door.
Dean reached out and grabbed his brother's arm and almost instantly found himself on the floor. He stayed there a moment, trying to figure out what the hell happened. That was when he realized that Sammy was kneeling next to Tommy, who was also on the floor.
Sam looked over at Dean when he saw him start getting to his feet. "You grabbed the arm he had in the sling. He passed out right after he hit you."
Sighing, Dean made his way to the pair and knelt on the other side of their middle brother, then looked over at Sam. "I didn't mean to hurt him Sammy."
"I know that and he knows it wasn't on purpose Dean." He sighed. "But you've got to remember that dad tossed him out for something he couldn't help. And we both know that if my visions had started before I left, that dad might have done the same thing to me."
He was silent for several moments before nodding. "I'll try, but he's still a cheeky snot."
"Look who he had as a role model." Sam grinned at Dean, then nodded towards their other brother. "We should get him back to bed."
Dean nodded and let Sam help him pick Tommy up and carry him back to the bed. A quick check showed that his younger brother hadn't been injured anymore when he passed out. He sat back for a moment, then looked at Sam. "Keep an eye on him and I'll go grab us something to eat." He grabbed his own jacket and started for the door.
"Just remember that we're here and leave the chicks alone for the night, okay?"
A grin split his face. "Hey, it's me." He left, shutting the door to the motel behind him.
Sam groaned. "That's what I'm afraid of." He shook his head and turned his laptop on, researching telepathy.
