-:-Chapter Two -:- Actions speak louder than words-:-
Dean froze, he had no idea what to even say to that. So being the person he was he brought him back to his motel room. They had found the room epmty as ussual.
"Sam I... I... I'm so sorry man. That should have never of happen to you."
"Dean don't. Okay, I didn't tell you so you could apologize to me. You had nothing to do with it. I told you so I... I don't know I guess so I could have someone to talk with." Sam confessed, sitting donw on the bed.
"Do you want a beer or something?" Dean asked "We have juice milk and some rum."
"A beer is good thanks." Sam smiled at the look on Deans face.
"You drink beer? Arn't we a little underaged."
"We is right. Last I checked you're only 18, are you not?"
"So at lest I'm not, what 15?"
Sam just gave him a sly smile.
"You're really cute you know that." Dean spoke handing him a beer. "Asspecailly when you get that look on your face."
"Ya well your not that hard on the eyes either." Sam spoke going red in the face.
"Dude I know. I'm the total package." Dean flashed Sam his trade mark smile.
"Would you hate me if I kissed you?"
"Would you love me if I said 'No'?" Dean shot back.
Sam didn't answered. All he could do was take that beautiful man and make-out with him on the double bed. Dean had postioned himself ontop of Sam. His hands roaming his body. The kid was wrong on one thing. He had plenty of muscles under all the shirts and sweaters the kid wore.
"God Sammy. You really need to stop wearing so much clothes." Dean spoke as he tock a breath.
Dean froze as he heard the key enter the lock. How had he not heard the truck pull up?
"Dean I'm..." John froze at the sight. His eldest son was lying ontop of some poor kid. Who aprrently wanted out from under him, and fast.
"Dad I can totally explain." Dean begain as he pulled himself off of Sammy. "Um Sam this is my Dad, John Winchester. Dad this is Sam."
"Hi." Sam said extending his hand.
John took the kids hand and shock it hard. "Nice to meet you Sam. Now can I ask why you where lying underneith my son?"
"Dad don't. Okay just don't. We where making out okay. I started it, I like him okay so just don't." Dean deffend standing inbetween him and Sam.
"What did you say your last name was, son?"
"Colt, Sam Colt, sir."
A cold shudder wormed it's why through John "Did you say 'Colt'. Is your fathers name Joe?"
"How do you know that?"
"God Sammy. OH my god, after all this time. I've finally found you." John whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek. The whisper didn't go un-noticed by either boys.
"Your my really father?" Sam whisper all emotion drained of it.
"Yes, son I am."
"Fuck you! You do not get to call me that. Not now not ever again. You gave that right up when you left me with that pig-fucker!" Sam exploded.
"Sammy, calm down dude. He didn't know. Dean spoke turning to see the furry in Sams eyes. "Oh my god. I thought you where dead."
"Sam I'm sorry. What did he do to you?"
"You want to know, do you really want to know. Because once I tell you you'll want to curl up and die." Sams voice showing only rage and anger.
"Sam don't, please don't tell him." Dean pleaded.
"No Dean I want to know. I need to know, how badly I fucked up." John stated, standing his ground.
"You want to know John. When I was five he started to beat me. The on my tenth birthday you know what he gave me? Or no, tock from me?"
John didn't need Sam to finish to know what had happened. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I wish I could go back in time and fix this."
"FUCK YOU! You didn't have to leave me with him. You could have taken me with you. I could have had half a normal childhood, with no fear! I would still have my innocence!" And with that Sam punched John right in the jaw. Then walked to the door.
"Wait Sammy, don't go." Dean answered running after him. Not even giving his father a second look, he was just about as mad at the man as Sam was.
"Dean let me go." Sam practically yelled as Dean grabbed his arm.
"Sammy please just talk with me. Talk to ME. I can't take back what happened to you and I wish I could. The way I feel for you, I can't just push away though, even if we are brothers." Dean spoke, then kissed Sam gently on the lips "Please let me try and put the piece back together. Let me heal your tortured soul. I know you feel the same for me Sammy, and for fuck sakes I won't lose you again!"
"Dean I...I... I'm just so fucking angry right now! I don't want to leave you not again. I really just need some air. I'll call you when I need you okay." Sam spoke kissing him back.
"Promise?" Dean practically bagged.
"Promise." Sam said and turned to walk away.
"Sammy how can you call me if you don't have my number?"
"Shut up. What is it?" Sam asked pulling cell out.
"741-3714" Sam typed then toock a picture.
"There know, I promise I'll call when I get back." Sam said walking away this time.
Dean walked back into the room to find a very pissed of John Winchester.
"What the fuck was that? You planning on commiting inscest?" John spat holding jaw.
"Fuck you. I'd kind of like to get to know my little brother who, for the last 14 years, I though was dead."
"Dean don't you start with me."
"You know what I can't even look at you right now. I just can't believe you left him with that pedofile freak!" Dean screamed as he went to leave to room. His phone vibrated in his pocket. IT was a text message from Sam.
"Dean pls help! Joes here. Im trapped in the bathroom. Room # 13, 3 down fr urs."
Okay there chapter two. Please review, I see lots of you read the first chapter but didn't review, even if you didn't like it please review. It makes it so much easyer to write when you have those to look forward to.