A/N: Hiya again. It's been a hectic week so no updates (sorry about that), however, now it's the Easter holidays so hopefully more updates. Follow me on tumblr if you want. My name's dark-e-midnight. No Dean in this chapter but he'll be in the next one. Thank for favouriting, reading, following and reviewing. Please R and R. I just want to become a better writer. As always all mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: If I owned supernatural I'd be getting paid for this and it would probably be an episode.
After the last time I tried to phone Dean and it resulted in a fiasco, I realised I should really try and find out more about him before I put my foot in it again. So, palms sweating with nerves, I brought up the taboo of Sam's family one evening while we were watching a mind numbing documentary (it was Sam's turn to pick and he had a thing with nature shows.) while cuddling on the worn ass sofa.
"Sam?" I broke the silence cautiously wishing I wasn't sat with my back against his chest as I would have liked to be able to gauge his reaction to my careful probing. After Dean I wanted to know when I was going too far. I really, really hoped my voice didn't shake how much I thought it did.
"Hmmmmm?" He wound his insanely long fingers in my blonde curls in a relaxing way that managed to calm my nerves. Slightly.
With a mentally encouraging deep breath, I asked. "You know you said you had a brother?"
His fingers froze. I winced. "Yeeeeeeeeah…" Bad move, Jess. I could literally hear his walls slamming down. OK, not literally but whatever.
I got my next question out in a rush before I could wimp out like the coward I was. "Well that was kinda really big news and ever since then…" I hesitated, heart beating wildly like a spooked pony. A really spooked pony. "I've kinda been wondering about him." Jut slightly.
Sam wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair so when he responded it was slightly muffled. "What do you want to know?" Did I just hear him right?
I could scarcely believe my luck. In fact, I didn't believe my look An invitation to ask anything I wanted? It was literally the best answer possible. My voice conveyed my building excitement. "What does he do?"
"He's a mechanic." The answer came so quickly it was like it was an automatic response. I frowned then mentally shrugged. Next question. Before Sam chamged his mind "So what is Dean like?"
Sam's reply was hesitant and guarded but a reply nevertheless. "I don't really know how to describe him. I've never really had to before." He sighed and got that cute little frown he got when he was really thinking. "He's annoying but very protective. Um, he likes to think he's funny and… he's tough, like really tough…"
I started at the admiration and devotion in Sam's voice. Although he'd told me they'd been close when they were younger I'd expected that there would be nostalgia and maybe a hint of longing. Why didn't they speak anymore? Surely Sam's dad wasn't the whole reason. I needed to know more. "So did you guys fall out or something?" I asked in confusion (again!).
"No. Well… kinda." There was poorly masked pain in his answer and he moved his head so his eyes were jidden behing his bangs.
There was a pause. "Baby, I don't understand." I told him slowly, wincing at the obvious statement. Generally, I make fun of people who state the obvious.
"Like I said me and dad don't get on. We fell out. Dean took his side." Now Sam sounded betrayed. I felt a flare of anger toward Dean and his dad. How dare they cause Sam pain? He was the most kind and generous person I've ever met.
I didn't want to be nosy, well, OK I did, butvmy curiosity wasn't satisfied yet. "What did you fall out about?"
"Dad didn't want me to go to college and instead of sticking up for me, supporting what I want to do Dean stayed silent and didn't even say anything when dad told me to leave and never come back. I didn't want to stop speaking to them. I just wanted to go to college. And dad… dad couldn't respect that."
I flinched at the venom in his voice. It was clear these wounds were far from healed.
"Anyway, enough of that." He smiled with visible effort but it didn't reach his eyes.. "You want any coffee?"
I kissed him to try and wipe away the tension from the conversation. I don't think it worked. "I'm good thanks, babe. Actually, I've got to go and meet the girls soon." With reluctance, I removed myself from the couch and went in search of shoes.
10 minutes later I sat on a park bench with my cell pressed against my ear. For some reason, I didn't feel like that was the whole story. I wondered what Dean had to say about it…
TBC… (obviously)