Sorry for the delay but I had to rewrite this. So I hope it was worth the wait.
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Chapter 11 Headaches and Little Brother's
John woke the next morning and still had a drum beat in his head, but as he looked at the clock he knew he'd had to put that aside, and get his ass to work.
"So you finally decided grace us with your presence?" Walt asked jokingly until he looked into John's face.
"Yeah, I wouldn't want all of you to cry yourself to sleep, because you didn't get your time in with me." Dean joked back, but Walt could tell that even talking was bothering him.
"Whatever you have to tell yourself to get through the day, buddy." Walt told him with a grin.
"What the Hell, Walt...did you give Sam my schedule?" Dean said wincing as he shook his head in annoyance.
"No, guess it's pure talent." Walt answered with a shrug. "What can I get you today?" Walt asked with a smile.
"Are you really stalking me now, Sammy?" John asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"No, just wanted some coffee. Sam told him with a grin. But since you're here, I wanted to apologize for last night. Dad was suppose to wait until I showed up. Oh, and for the incident with the car, that was shitty of me." Sam looked down shamefully.
"Don't worry about it, Sammy. John said with a smile and a squeeze to the shoulder, even though he was still pissed over the ordeal, he couldn't stand the look on Sam's face. Your Dad isn't going to show his crazy ass up here, is he?" John asked not wanting another run in with John Winchester.
"No, he's off doing his thing. Sam reassured. And FYI he's your dad too." Sam said with a grin.
"You know that saying Sam, you can't pick your family?" John asked looking sharply at the person he now consider his brother.
"Yeah, I heard it." Sam answered noticing how pale his brother was for the first time.
"Thing is Sammy, I sorta can. It's true you are my brother, from now on and no one can change that, but John Winchester doesn't mean anything to me. He's just an ass who thinks he can demand respect from whoever he wants, and I don't work that way." John informed Sam making sure, Sam knew how he felt about him.
"Wow." Sam said as Walt motioned for them to go have their conversation somewhere besides the counter.
"Wow, what?" John asked as he took a seat at the booth.
"It's just I never thought that I would hear those words come out of your mouth." Sam answered.
"Maybe I always thought it, and just never had the nerve to say it, out loud." John said thoughtfully.
"He's really not that bad." Sam said realizing how weird it was to be on this side of the conversation, about their father.
"Whatever...I got to get back to work." John said as he went to stand and a wave of dizziness hit him.
"Are you okay? Do you need me to get you something to drink?" Sam asked immediately at his brothers side. Looking down at him worriedly.
"Yeah no coffee though, it's just a migrane." John answered with his eyes still closed tightly.
"Here, Walt said to give you these." Sam said as he sat the class of water down.
"Thank you." He whispered as he popped the pills into his mouth.
"Do you have a lot of headaches?" Sam asked curiously, as his brother got up and ran toward the bathroom.
Sam was worried but it's not like he could physically make the headache go away.
"Will he be okay?" Sam asked Walt as he walked back to the counter.
"Yeah, it's just a part of the headache." Walt replied like it was no big deal.
"Does he have them a lot?" Sam asked again since he doubted that he'd get an answer from his brother.
"Yeah, quite often...he is usually able to head them off before they get this bad." Walt said trying to reassure Sam that it would be fine.
"If you want to know anything about me, ask me... don't be sneaking around and asking people behind my back." John said as he went back to work.
"Maybe you should go on home." Walt suggested.
"And I. Said. That. I'm. Fine!" John said angrily.
"Geez, sorry for showing our concern." Sam spoke for him and Walt both.
"You know what, fine." John said throwing a towel down and leaving the cafe in a rush of anger. Leaving his brother and boss shaking their heads.
"Sometimes I swear that boy is possessed." Walt said laughingly.
"What do you mean by that?" Sam inquired.
"Nothing...it's just a joke, Sam." Walt said laughingly.
TBC
Let me know what you think about this chapter. Ps. I know that John Glock was acting out of character for even Dean Winchester, but for those who have ever had a migrane can probably understand this.