Hello guys! Sorry for my absense. I am heading into exams this week. Summer is among me so bear with me.
This chapter will be John and Dean taking care of Sammy and Dean confronting his brothers new life.
Disclaimer: I own Nothing.
Hope you enjoy!
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Sam was sound asleep in the back seat as the rumble of the impalas engine lulled him in his sleep. Dean glances in the mirror every once in a while.
The family was drained with the events of that night and when a few towns were behind them, they checked into a motel. John and Dean work together to get Sam inside and on a bed.
Dean brings in the bags as John patches Sam up. John looks at his youngest son and sighs. "What have you gotten yourself into, huh? I knew this would happen if you left."
The words spoken reached deaf ears as Sam remained in his sleep state. John finishes his patching and tucked Sam under the covers. He grabs his phone and heads outside.
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Dean walks in with the last of the bags as their dad was headed out with his phone. He goes to his brothers bed and sits on the edge. He studies the smooth yet worn face of his baby brother.
He tried to deny the knowledge presented to him and closes his eyes. Please God, let it be a lie. The silent prayer floated through his head and he opened his eyes to look at his brother once again.
He takes Sams hand and frowns. "I don't care what you are, Sammy. I know you are a good person still and that's all that matters." Dean whispers to his brother while brushing back shaggy chestnut bangs.
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John steps out into the parking lot. The street light flowed over him and he breathed in the cool night air. He pulls his phone out and calls a friend.
"Hey, Bobby. Sam got a little banged up and we need a place to crash. Got room for us?"
He listens to the rugged old voice and looks back at the room. With a nod of his head, he says a quick goodbye and hangs up the call. He glances up at the night sky and swallows hard.
"What do I do, Mary? I'm so mad at him and I know I should be proud. We miss you. All of us do." John smiles as he watches the twinkling stars for a little bit longer.
He pulls himself together before making his way back to his boys and walks in seeing Dean holding his brothers hand.
"--And thats all that matters." When the door shuts, Deans head snaps up like he had just been caught taking a cookie from a cookie jar. John laughs, "Relax, boy. It's just me."
Dena visibly relaxes and John goes to Sams other side and sits by him. John looks at his eldest and puts a firm hand on his shoulder. "We are headed to Bobby's in the morning. Everything will be okay now."
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Well John seems pretty positive. Sam is on the mend and Dean has his back. I love Bobby so I just had to have some RR at his salvage yard. Updates soon. Peace and Chicken Grease.
