Author's Note: Thanks to those who reviewed I am very open to constructive criticism. ;) Ok all that's left to say is...give me time! lol I'm new at this!
Chapter 2
Later that evening they were eating their Chinese food and sprawled over the couch watching a baseball game when Dean's phone rang. He reached over and picked it up seeing that it was John.
"Hey..." Dean reassured him that Sam was fine and that they had both been fed, and then he closed the phone and tossed it back onto the coffee table. "Dad says he'll be back in a few days..." he said taking another bite of his food.
Sam snorted "So it'll be a week then?"
"Sam...Don't." Dean said as he heard his brother sigh and stand up.
"You know it's the truth," Sam said before walking back into his room.
Lately he had noticed Sam's rebellion against their father, always pushing him, demanding answers for everything they did. When John was here there was usually a fight every night, over even the smallest thing; like what they were eating for dinner. He stood up and picked up the food containers, taking them to the fridge. Why couldn't they just get along! He sighed and went to Sam's door.
"We gotta go to the gun range...practice your aim."
The ruffling of papers could be heard from outside the door, but by time he opened it, Sam was just sitting on his bed.
"My aim is fine..." Dean knew Sam wouldn't cause any trouble with him; not like he did with dad. Sam never tried that with him.
"It could be better...now get your ass up and let's go."
That was all it took Sam followed him out and got into the car. They practiced at the shooting range for an hour before deciding that that was enough. It was dark by the time they got back to the apartment, and Dean laid the bags of weapons on the couch.
"You should get some sleep Sammy...you've got school tomorrow." Dean smirked and waited for Sam to disappear into his room before he salted all the windows and doors. After all of that was finished, he finally crashes in his bed; knife under his pillow; just in case.
