Chapter 6
I promised Lilith she could hit me with a shovel if I didn't update today…so I out fear of her wrath here's chapter 6 ! .
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Sam and Dean walked down the stairs, Sam holding Dean's bag.
"You ready?" John asked, slightly surprised
"Didn't have much to pack." Dean shrugged.
"All right…let's get your bag in the car, Dean." Sam said, after a moment's pause
At that, Dean immediately spun around, completely facing Sam and said "My baby?"
Sam's eyes widened at Dean's words. The room was silent for a moment, and then…
Sam began to laugh.
A true laugh. Once that had been longing to be let out. A laugh that hadn't been heard in almost two years…
Soon John began to laugh too, then Mary, then Missouri.
But Dean didn't laugh. He remained silent. Confused, and a little humiliated.
Why was everyone laughing at him?
Missouri, obviously having heard his unspoken question stopped laughing, although the smile didn't leave her face, and gave him a 'They're not laughing at you they're laughing with you' look.
"Figures you'd remember the Impala before you remembered me." Sam grinned, the laughs dying down.
Dean's cheeks turned a little redder "Sorry…" he mumbled.
"You're remembering, what's there to be sorry about?"
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They'd been driving in the car for about two hours now. Dean sat in the passenger's seat, after fighting with Sam for the driver's seat (Sam's main point having been: 'You don't even know where we're going!'), staring out the window.
"Hey Dean?"
"Yea, Sammy?" Sam didn't even bother saying 'It's Sam.'
"Um…I know this is kinda random…" Random…now there's a perfect definition of their everyday lives "…but, why didn't you think you could sleep late?"
Sam could immediately feel the tension rise as Dean went rigid
"Why?" he asked, eyes narrowing
"Well…just because this morning-"
"Drop it Sam."
This is exactly how the 'Old-Dean' would have reacted. Avoid and change the subject. So Sam reacted the same way he would have with the 'Old-Dean'…
He yelled.
"No, Dean! Why won't you talk to me? To mom or even dad? What happened to you? We can't help you if you don't-"
"Maybe I don't want the help!" Dean barked
"You may not want it, Dean, but you damn well need it!"
"You really wanna know Sam? You really wanna know what he would do if we so much as SLEPT LATE! He did whatever the fuck he wanted to, Sam! He'd beat us, whip us-"
"Dean-"
"-cut us, burn us-"
"Stop-"
"-kill us!"
"Stop it Dean!"
"Hell he even raped-" Dean suddenly stopped, falling completely and utterly silent. Sam could feel himself shaking with tears and anger. But not towards Dean…towards the sick bastard that took him. "I…" Dean started "I thought the whole world was like that, Sam…I thought…I didn't think there was any…hope…in life." Dean muttered, almost finding it hard just to string the emotional sentence together
"I'm so sorry Dean…" Sam shakily whispered
"Why? Wasn't your fault."
Sam shook his head at how different Dean was…but how little he had changed.
"Dean…I—um…who's we?"
Dean went rigid once again "I—I wasn't the only one there, Sammy. There…there were…others."
By the sadness and regret in Dean's voice, Sam could tell Dean was the only one to survive.
And the car went silent once more.
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It wasn't until about six hours later that the silence was broken by Sam's cell phone.
"Hello?"
"There's a motel about 5 miles up the road. We're gonna pull in." Johns voice came through without so much as a 'Hi, son.'
"Ok." And with that they both hung up without a goodbye.
"What was that?"
"Dad. 's a motel a few miles up. We're gonna pull in." Sam heard Dean sigh
"Ok…"
"What?"
"What what?"
"What was that?"
"What was what ?" Dean asked in his 'Just spit it the hell out!' Dean voice.
"That sigh."
"It's called breathing, ya know? The think we need to live."
"Don't be a smartass, you know what I meant."
There was a pause, and then Dean muttered "Nothing."
And for the next 5 miles…things felt normal.
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Sam dropped his things onto his motel bed. He didn't even say anything to John when he handed Sam the key.
"Hey, hey, hey." Dean said walking in, giving Sam his 'move yo' ass' look
"Since when are you Fat Albert?"
"Well I've always like the name Albert, and you've got enough fat enough for the both of us in that ass of yours, but you know I meant move your stuff, closest bed's mine."
"My ass is not fat, Dean." Sam said, moving his bag as he did it.
"Yea, whatever you say, tubby." Dean grinned
Sam rolled his eyes and continued to unpack the bed he was moved to "My ass isn't fat." He muttered reassuringly to himself. Dean, having heard it, burst out laughing.
Sam was enjoying the feeling of normalcy.
Well…normal for them, anyway.
"Sam?" Dean asked, going through the duffel bag Sam had kept in the trunk, under the machete(1), for the past almost-2-years.
"Yea?"
"Why…why can't you and Dad get along?" Sam froze "Is it—is it because of me?"
Sam felt his heart break for about the 3rd time this week at Dean's words.
"No, Dean…no. It was never about you." He whispered the last part
"Then…what is it about?"
"About—well… everything."
"What happened, Sam?" Sam just started confusedly at him "I—I want to remember, Sam." He said, sitting on the edge of his bed. "I want to remember our childhood…I wanna be able to look at you, or mom or dad and…and remember my own fucking memories and not…not just what Missouri told me about you and not just the little snip-bits I dream." Sam slowly walked to Dean, and gingerly sat next to him. "Will you tell me, Sam? Why do we do this?"
"Do what?"
"Hunt?"
Sam was pretty sure that none of the 3 told Dean that's what they did, and he doubted Missouri told him, but it was probably just a small memory that was floating around in his head, so he shook off the hope. "I…well…when we were kids…you were 4, I was 1, our grandma, mom's mom, was living with us because grandpa had died not to long ago…"
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"…and after I teach you how to kick a soccer ball I'm gonna teach you how to play piano, cuz momma really likes that. She said 'm real good. I can play 'Chopsticks' by heart! And if the boys at the park tell you it's girly, don't listen. Momma said they're just jealous that I can play so boot-a-fully, and once I teach ya' so will you!" Dean said, staring adoringly at his baby brother, through the bars of his crib, who let out little gurgling sounds of joy at the sight of his big brother's face.
"Dean." Came a voice from the doorway. He turned to see his grandma smiling at him from the doorway.
"Grandma!" he said brightly, running to the old woman and hugging her legs. Grandma didn't smile much lately. Ever since grandpa had gone 'bye-bye' forever she hadn't been very happy. That's why Mary suggested she live with them.
"Hey, kiddo." She said, petting his hair unruly long hair lovingly "I think it's time for Sammy to go to sleep."
"Hey, Dean-o!" John said, walking in right behind Maggie, Mary's mother. He lifted the small boy up "Ya' think Sammy's ready to throw a foot ball yet?"
"No dad." Dean giggled in a 'you play stupid for me, but it's funny' voice.
John smiled a joking 'of course!' grin.
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Maggie lay in the bed of her daughter's guestroom. She sat up, unable to sleep…just like every night. Ever since William had died of a heart attack(2) she'd been feeling restless. She pulled off her covers and decided to go downstairs to get a glass of water. As she started to walk down the hallway the lights flickered. She turned to the light on the wall at the opposite end of the hallway. She shrugged, she decided to 'nag' John about the light tomorrow. As much as she loved her son-in-law, she loved to tease him about his 'handy man' skills (or lack there of).
She walked past the nursery's open door and heard a small whimper from her youngest grandson. She took a step back and looked in. She could see John standing over the crib "John? Sammy ok?" John only turned a little bit and shushed her. She shrugged and continued on downstairs.
She saw the light of the TV coming from the living room, she slowly steeped in "Mary?" she asked, but her whole body froze when she saw not Mary sitting there…
But John.
"Oh God." She choked out "Sammy!" she spun around and rushed back up the stairs, and when she got to the nursery she did the only thing she could do…
She screamed.
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Dean heard a loud scream and jumped out of bed.
"Daddy? Mommy? Grandma!" he cried, his little legs running as fast as they could carry him. Daddy came out of the nursery and shoved a little bundle into his arms.
"Get your brother outside as fast as you can! Now, Dean!"
And he did. He held on as tightly as he could to his Sammy and ran as fast as he could.
Sammy. Sammy was his responsibility. He had to protect Sammy. He had to save Sammy.
As long as he was here nothing would get Sammy.
He ran out to the front lawn, he stood there for a moment, staring up at the house as the second floor window to what had once been Sammy's room exploded.
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…and then mom and dad ran outside and the house…went up in smoke."
Dean sat silently for a moment "I—I remember…I remember dad had to convince mom not to tell the police Grandma had been on the ceiling before she…she burst into flames. And I—then…ugh, it's all blank!" he said exasperatedly
"It's ok Dean, remembering as much as you have is amazing progress." Sam said
And the room went silent. The brothers sat next to each other, just thinking, until they went to sleep.
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As always, thank you so much to my lovely reviewers, who I love very dearly! (hugs and kisses) (wow…that was really gay…oh well! I'M GIDDY!)
Sorry if this seems a little…choppy, but I've been franticly writing notes all night for my newspaper article. I joined the school paper and I get to write an article! ME! I'm only a freshman! (squeals in excitement) Well, anyway! Hope you enjoyed this chappie! Please review my lovelies, I'm off to write my article! (and it's not due for a few weeks! XD)
1. Did I even remotely spell that right?
2. Haha! Was faith REALLY just an electrocution, or was it GENETIC? Ahahahahaa!
-claire
PS: I'll just take that shovel back, Lilith (takes shovel) (slowly backs away)