Still, Still, Still --A Christmas to Remember Ch. 2
Disclaimer: Still don't own them and still not making a profit. I also don't own the words to the Christmas song Still, Still, Still!
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to Criminally Charmed who provided the plot bunny for it. You know I love ya girl! This story will move at a quicker pace than usual as I want to have it finished by Christmas day.
A.N. 2 Wow, I was overwhelmed by all the wonderful support for this story, thank you. And a big thanks to all the anonymous reviewers also.
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Previously: "Forget it Dean" Sam voiced shakily as he continued to stare out the window not willing to forgive his brother just yet.
Dean was going crazy! They had been on the road for three hours now and Sammy had still not spoken to him, let alone looked at him. Sam had pillowed his head on his right arm approximately an hour ago but it was obvious he wasn't sleeping, only staring ahead into the great white expanse of snow covered land in front of them. As he took another furtive glance at his baby brother, Dean felt guilty knowing that he was the one who had put Sam into such a somber mood. He shouldn't have accused Sammy of not caring about their father's death, but it was too late to take the words back now. He would just have to suck it up and apologize or the ten hour ride to Bobby's was going to be an extremely long one.
"Hey Sammy, how about we stop in the next town and get a burger to eat, what do you think?" Dean asked. He was disappointed that instead of answering, Sam just shrugged his shoulders as if it didn't matter.
"Come on dude, you can't stay mad at me forever. You know that I sometimes let my anger get the better of me. I swear Sammy that I never meant to hurt you."
Sam sighed loudly and then turned his head to look out the passenger window. He was still hurting from the grossly unfair words that Dean had said to him in the motel and it brought back painful memories of him saying such hateful words to their dad before he died. Now his dad would never know just how much he loved him and how sorry he was for all the times he fought with him. He knew his dad did the best he could, but now it was too late to tell him that. Sam allowed the tears to trail silently down his face wishing that he could have just one more day with his father.
"Sammy come on, I didn't mean what I said. Please just look at me dude" Dean pleaded needing to make amends with his little brother. When he still got no reply, Dean pulled the Impala over to the side of the road and switched off the engine.
"We're going to sit right here kiddo until you talk to me even if it takes all night long. I know I hurt you and I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am for that. I know you loved dad and that you're hurting just as much as I am if not more. So you just let me know when you're ready to talk dude."
Knowing that Dean was just stubborn enough to what he said, Sam turned around to face his brother with the tear streaks fresh on his face. "You have no idea how much you hurt me with your words Dean. Don't you know I feel guilty as hell for the way that dad died. Hell, he died thinking that I hate him when that couldn't have been more far from the truth. So to answer your question, yeah, I do give a shit that he died. Are you happy now?"
"No, I'm not. You know that I never could stand you being mad at me bitch, forgive me?" Dean asked with imploring eyes.
"Jerk" Sam replied swiping the tears from his face. Even though he was still hurting, it felt good to get those words off his chest.
Dean smiled and reached over to ruffle Sam's curly chesnut hair before starting up the car and pulling back out onto the highway. Things weren't perfect between the two of them, but at least they were talking once again. Feeling relaxed now, he drove for another hour before pulling off of Interstate 25 in Sundance Wyoming. His girl was in need of a refueling and he could use some food himself.
After stopping at the local Gas-N-Go, he drove down the road to the Crook County Saloon which the store clerk had recommended as the best place to eat in town. The restaurant was housed in a rustic looking building with swinging gates at the front door. The restaurant resembled the old type saloons that were found in the old western movies with the polished wooden bar up front and a baby grand piano off to the side with a man playing western tunes. Dean and Sam walked up to the bar and took a seat as they waited for the waitress to come over and take their orders.
"What will it be boys?" Alison asked with a sweet smile as she pulled a pen and pad from the front pocket of her saloon girl outfit.
"I'll have a medium rare steak with baked potato and a side of onion rings for me" Dean replied as he appraised the busty waitress in front of him. She stood about five foot seven with curly blonde hair and had a sway when she walked that would make an angel sit up and take notice.
"And what can I get for you sir?" Alison asked as she looked at Sammy with adoring eyes. She loved tall brunettes with rugged builds and this man was just her type. And the dimples he was now sporting were like icing on the cake.
"I'll have a steak and baked potato also, but could you make it a medium well?" Sam asked as he grinned at the waitress who was ogling him suggestively without writing down his order.
"Sure honey" Alison replied before walking away seductively and glancing back over her shoulder with a wonk at the youngest Winchester.
"Dude, she has got it bad for you" Dean smirked as he shook his head in wonderment. "Guess she doesn't know the better looking brother when she sees him."
"Whatever you say jerk" Sam replied as he bumped Dean with his shoulder playfully.
Approximately thirty minutes later, they were finishing off the best tasting steaks they had eaten in months and both of their stomachs was now full. As Alison handed over the bill to Dean, she took Sam by the hand and slipped a small piece of paper into it before curling his fingers around it. "Call me sometime handsome" she articulated in a sexy voice before walking seductively away once again.
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Three hours later, Dean noticed that Sammy was becoming nervous for some reason as he made the turn into the long driveway that led up to Singer Salvage Yard. He passed the old cars sitting out front that Bobby scavenged from when he needed spare parts on the classic automobiles you could usually find him working on. He pulled up and parked beside Bobby' old blue Ford pickup which sat in front of the comfortable looking white paneled house that was adorned with hubcaps on the wall. The hubcaps weren't just for decorative purposes however, they hid the protective signs and sigils that had been painted or carved into the off white paneling that covered the large house.
As Dean climbed out of the car, he noticed the front door open and saw Bobby walking out to greet them. He smiled at the old man who had become like a beloved uncle to them. Bobby had been there for him and Sammy when their father had died, so Dean felt it was only right to help out Bobby on this hunt when he needed it. "Hey Bobby, it's good seeing ya man" Dean said as he reached out to shake hands with the man. He was surprised however as Bobby took the offered hand and pulled him into a quick hug.
"Good to see you to kid, glad you boys could come. I've got your room all fixed up and some of my special chili cooking on the stove" Bobby informed Dean before walking around to the other side of the car and pulling Sam in for a quick hug. "You okay kiddo?" Bobby questioned as he looked Sam over intently. Something just seemed off with the youngest Winchester.
"Yeah M'fine, thanks for inviting us Bobby" Sam replied as he walked to the back of the Impala to get his things out of the trunk. He sort of lingered there as he wondered what Dean's reaction would be as he walked into the house. He had no doubt that Bobby already had the inside trimmed in Christmas decorations just as he did when they were little and visited him at Christmas time. He took a deep breath as he saw Dean walk up the steps and reach down to pet Bobby's guard dog Rumsfeld before pushing open the door and entering the house.
As Dean walked into the house, his mood immediately soured when he saw the decorated evergreen Christmas tree standing in the corner with it's colorful lights blinking on and off. "Damn it, I knew Sammy was up to something" he grumbled as he also noticed the eggnog and three glasses sitting on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He couldn't believe that Sam had tricked him in to coming to Bobby's place for Christmas. He didn't want anything to do with the damned gifts under the tree that he saw clearly marked with his name. Sam and Bobby had no right tricking him into trying to celebrate the holiday. He slung his duffle bag down in anger before turning around to see his baby brother entering the house.
"You son of a bitch" Dean grated out just before he balled his hand into a fist and punched his baby brother in the mouth.
Sam stumbled back into stunned Bobby from the blow since he was unprepared for Dean's physical reaction at seeing the decorations. Tears glistened in his blue-green eyes as he raised his hand to his mouth and wiped away the blood that was now trailing down his chin from a split lip. "Dean, I…"
"I frigging told you that I didn't want to celebrate the holiday Sam" Dean said cutting Sammy off mid sentence. "You had no right in deceiving me to get me here you bastard."
"Hold it right there ya damned idjit before you do something else you'll regret" Bobby said in anger. "This isn't Sammy's fault. I'm the one who called him and asked him to bring you here. If you're going to blame somebody, then blame me since it was my idea. And let me tell you one more damned thing boy, if I ever see you hit your brother like that again, I'll take you over my knee and spank that ass of yours like you deserve for acting like a damned fool."
"Stay out of this Bobby, this is between me and Sam" Dean grated out through clenched teeth before refocusing his attention on his little brother. "You can't honestly tell me that you didn't know what Bobby was doing. Damn it Sam, you know how I felt about this. You never said one damned word even after I warned you that you better not be lying to me about the reason for coming. Looks like I can't trust you anymore can I little brother?'
"Dean, M'sorry, I just thought…"
"No Sam, that's the problem, you didn't think. You just decided to ignore my feelings to meet your own selfish needs. Well I don't want any part of it. I'm leaving in the morning whether you come with me or not" Dean informed his brother before gathering up his duffle bag and stomping off up the stairs and entering the room that Bobby had prepared for them. He threw his stuff on the bed and then turned around to lock the door. There was no way he was going to listen to Sammy's excuses tonight for what he had done. The back stabbing jerk could sleep on the sofa for all he cared right now.
"Bobby, I'm sorry you had to witness that" Sam apologized feeling responsible for Dean's outburst. He should have known better to bring Dean to Bobby's place with the way he had been acting lately.
"S'alright kiddo" I'll just put the presents away for another time. I'm sorry for getting Dean so upset with ya Sam. I just didn't know how bad he was still hurting I guess.
"Don't worry about it Bobby. I'm gonna go on up to bed to and see if I can work things with Dean. Sorry we ruined your Christmas" Sam said as he hung his head in embarrassment.
"S'not your fault Sam so there's no reason to apologize. I'll see you boys in the morning before you leave" Bobby said before walking to the kitchen to have dinner alone. He felt bad not being able to help the Winchesters through their grief.
Sam trudged up the stairs after Bobby walked away and grasped the bedroom door knob and turned it only to find that the door was locked.
"Dean, open the door" Sam called out as he leaned his head wearily against the closed door.
"Go away Sam, I'm in no mood to talk to you tonight" Dean informed him before rolling over on his bed and shutting out the light.
Sam sighed before turning away and walked back down the steps. "Looks like I'm sleeping on the sofa tonight" he informed Bobby as he grabbed a blanket and a pillow from the hallway closet. He walked into the living room and made himself as comfortable as possible on the sofa that wasn't nearly long enough for his large frame. He knew the chances of him sleeping tonight would be close to zero.
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The next morning, Dean walked by Sammy without saying a word as he pulled on his jacket and boots before stepping out into the sleet and ice that was falling from the morning sky. The weather had turned ugly overnight and he was eager to get an early start to find a bar where he could drink himself into a stupor.
Sam quickly pulled on his sneakers and jacket before grabbing his duffle and following Dean out the door after bidding Bobby goodbye. He saw the hurt look in the man's eyes and felt guilty for having to leave him that way. "I'll call you" he promised as he quickly jogged down the stairs to catch up with Dean. He tossed his stuff into the trunk and then climbed into the passenger side of the car just as Dean started the engine. He sighed as he felt the beginnings of a migraine headache coming on from lack of sleep and stress.
They hadn't even been on the road an hour when Dean turned to glare at him. "I can't believe you did that to me Sammy. Why do you always have to have things your way huh? Why can't you just consider my feelings for once. I gave up my whole childhood for you and you turn around and stab me in the back like an ungrateful little bitch for it."
"Dean, that's not what I was doing" Sam said as he tried his best to ignore the malicious words that Dean had just said. "When Bobby called, he sounded so lonely that I just…"
"You just what Sammy, chose to consider his feelings over mine? Am I not good enough for you that you feel like you have to treat me like dirt?"
"Dean, that's not fair, You're my brother and I love you"
"Yeah, well you sure don't act like it. Sometimes you can really be a bitch you know" Dean said just as the car hit a patch of black ice and began to slide wickedly down the road.
"Damn it, hold on" Dean ground out as he fought the wheel. The car continued it's hazardous slide before slamming into an electric pole causing one of the power lines to snap and drop to the road bring the car to a shuddering halt.
"Shit" Dean yelled before pushing open the door and climbing out to see the damage. "What else can go wrong" he yelled up to the angry looking sky as rain and sleet continued to fall. He never noticed that Sam had pushed open his door and was climbing out of the car too. He looked over just in time to see Sam place his feet in a water puddle that the electric line had fallen into.
"Oh my God Sammy No" he yelled out in panic as he saw his brother's body convulse rigorously from the shock of standing in the electrified water.
TBC I know this chapter moved at a fairly quick pace but I am hoping to have the story finished by Christmas. With any luck, I will have a chapter up each day now until Christma day. Criminally Charmed, You asked for longer chapters so I hope this one meets to your approval.