Words.
Summary. . . . . . . . A botched hunt results in harsh words, but is everything as it seems?
Disclaimer. . . . . . . There once were two boys called Sam and Dean
Who chased after monsters that were vicious and mean
I tried to obtain them
But Kripkie lay claim to 'em
And left me with nothing but a dream!
A.N. . . . . . . . So I have to thank you all for such an amazing response to the first chapter of this fic, you reviews, hits, fav adds, and community adds really do mean a lot to me, in response to some of the reviews I have decided to add another chapter as so many of you requested one that focused on John's apology. Here it is and I hope that you enjoy! Peanut x
John stayed seated, his eyes on constant vigil as both boys slept through the rest of the day, he briefly woke Dean every now and then to ease painkillers into his battered body, but no amount of coxing could awaken his youngest, and as the day wore on John's concern for his son increased to full blown panic. Should he have taken Sam straight to the hospital rather than make to with a fix up job in dirty run down motel? As the day turned to night he was beginning to believe so. He knew though that he couldn't have done so, knew that the risks of going to a medical facility were just as high. Running a hand across his face, he allowed his heavy head to rest in his palm as he thought once more of how he had failed his youngest yet again, how he had blamed him for something that wasn't his fault, how he had failed to see that Sam was hurt, instead adding his own wounds to that injury; wounds that he knew deep down would hurt Sam way more than any broken bone or cut he ever received. Why was he like this? He wasn't this way with Dean, why should he be with Sam? Although not as skilled as Dean when it came to hunting, John knew that given time he most certainly would be, and when it came to research John had only ever met one man who could beat Sam; a man his small family never saw anymore, yet another result of John's stubborn behavior, and his quick temper.
He sat straighter in his chair as soft moans emitted from the vicinity of the bed, his hopes rising thinking that maybe, finally Sam could be waking, only to be dashed when he realized it was in fact Dean; not that he didn't want Dean awake, it was just that Sam was too quiet, his usually restless, spread out like a row of cabbages body, so still and rigid. He rose and made his way over, helping Dean to maneuver himself from under Sam body, and positioning him so that his back was leaning against the headboard, before reaching for the glass of water he had stationed on the nightstand in preparation of the boys wakening. He waited as Dean took a mouthful then another, halting him as he went to drink more.
"Be careful son, you'll make yourself sick if you drink too fast, he allowed Dean one more sip before taking the glass back.
Dean looked down on his sleeping sibling, his own aches, pains and tiredness disappearing once more as concern and worry for Sam rose again. "Has he woken at all yet." Dean asked, yet already knowing the answer, there was after all no way Sam would have woken without his knowledge, at getting his fears answered he asked. "Do you think we should take him to the hospital?"
"You know we can't do that Dean. What about child services?"
"I know, but he's been asleep so long, what if he's. . . . . . . ."
"He'll be fine Dean." John replied to Dean's unspoken words. "His body is just mending itself. He'll wake up when he's ready." His heart broke as he listened to Dean's next whispered words, the mumbling barely audible.
"I just want to tell him I'm sorry."
"Me too son, me too." Both men fell silent then, both preparing for the vigil that was about to take place, both hoping that Sam would wake soon and they could start the long process of begging for forgiveness.
Dean was showering, a plastic bag taped over his wound, when Sam finally began showing signs of awakening, small mewls of pain escaping from him as his body remembered the punishment it had taken. Rinsing out a washcloth in cool water, John wiped away the moisture from his sons sweat soaked forehead, whilst whispering words of encouragement for the youngest member of his family to wake. He rubbed at the pain lines that marred Sam's face as the pain from his wound increase as awareness rose, finally John was rewarded as Sam's glazed and confused eyes opened, closing almost immediately as the lightness of the room assaulted his senses, highlighting the pounding in his head and sending waves of nausea rolling about his stomach.
John moved into action as he saw what little color Sam had drain from his face, grabbing the waste basket he placed it on the bed before helping Sam to rise so that he could hover above it. Tears of agony rolled down Sam's face as the heaves grew in intensity, pitiful sobs escaping between every round of sickness. John felt helpless as he watched his son suffer, relief washing over him as finally, spent and exhausted Sam collapsed back onto the bed, his heavy eyes struggling to stay open as his mouth tried to form words. Bending closer, John felt as though a knife had been plunged deep into his heart, as Sam stuttered out "I'm sorry, I messed up again" before his eyes started to close once more, his body trying desperately to drag him back under. John felt wetness dribble down his cheeks as he brushed errant strands of Sam's hair of his face and spoke words that he hoped Sam would hear, and more importantly believe.
"Oh son you have nothing to be sorry for, do you hear me, absolutely nothing. It was me that was the fool, I should have listened to you when you said things were wrong. I should have taken your research more seriously. I should have made sure that you were okay instead of ranting away at you like a lunatic. I'm so sorry Sam, please forgive me? I promise that I will always listen in future, I may still decide to go my way, but I promise I'll always take your advice into consideration." He looked down realizing he had ranted away, thinking that maybe Sam had fallen back under, surprised when tearful eyes looked back at him, tearful eyes that spoke of pain and exhaustion. "Go to sleep, baby boy. We can carry this on later, I promise."
He watched as for the first time in a long time Sam listened to and obeyed one of his orders a smile gracing his lips, for the first time since this nightmare had begun, as just when he thought Sam was asleep again John heard him whisper "Is D'n 'kay?" He bent down to place a kiss upon Sam's forehead as he answered, "He's fine son. Everyone's just fine." Feeling that now everyone was.
A.N. . . . . . . Well I hope that was okay for you? Was the apology good enough? Thanks as always for reading, and look out for a new fic coming your way very soon, Oh and round two of the Winchester Single Shots! Catch you later, Peanut x
