Chapter 3 (Continuing where Ch. 1 left off)

The force of that punch Sam received from his dad almost had him fall over but he caught his balance just in time as he brought his hand up to his broken nose. He shook his head back and forth for a few minutes and then looked at his father.

"What the hell dad? What was that for?"

John doesn't say anything until he takes a folded up piece of paper and hands it over to his son.

"See for yourself!" Sam unfolds the paper and discovers it's a letter from his brother. Before he reads it he looks toward his father who is now sitting on a chair. "Dad where'd you find this?"

John gestures toward the door Dean went into after their fight. "I know I wasn't here when that fight occurred but from what I read on that paper it had to be pretty bad one he took to heart badly. You two are brothers. As teenagers and growing up together in general there was always a fight that occurred but you'd always forgave each other, remember that?"

Sammy nods before reading the letter to himself.

Hey Sam,

You may be wondering why I wrote this instead of telling you in person. Well it's because you were right. You don't need me and I am overprotective. You're my brother and I'll always look out for you even if you don't want to be brothers anymore. You don't have to hear or see me anymore if that's what you want. I'll be out of your hair after dad gets back or maybe tonight. Don't try to look for me. I'm sorry for not being the brother you want me to be but I guess that's just the person I really am and you don't get that.

Love,

Dean Winchester

Sam finishes and mentally curses himself before slamming it down on the table and heading outside.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Sam halts before turning around. "I'm going to try and bring him back home. Can I hold your car keys?"

John's head turns so fast it's like his head could've came off and grinned. "Wait, you know where he is?"

"Yeah. He's at Bobby's. That's who I just got off the phone with before you came in here like a hurricane and punched me."

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry about that. Let's take care of that before we head out and get him. I'll drive."

Sam nods before snickering which he covers up with a cough. "Wait you think you'd be able to help?"

John punches him in his arm playfully. "No, you jackass, well maybe yes, so you don't say something stupid to him and hurt him all over again. You know that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble someday."

Sam looked like he was going to say something else but clears his throat and says the obvious. "Ow, injured here. What was that for?"

John comes back into the room from getting the first aid kit and begins cleaning his nose off before bandaging it. "That was for being a smartass." Their banter continues like that until John puts up the first aid kit and cleans up the bloody tissues and stuff.

He heads to the door and grabs his keys. "Okay, what are you waiting for, come on Sammy and let's bring your brother home."

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