Chapter 15
The next morning, Sam woke up after a good night of sleeping. He couldn't explain but he felt warm and safe. The only thing he knew was he didn't want these feelings to leave. Then when he opened his eyes, he knew where the feelings came from. The came from the two arms which were around his waist, holding against a warm chest. Wondering whose the arms were, he turned in the embrace. His eyes widened when he saw Priestly. What surprised him the most was the bruises. What happened ? And where were they ?
He raised his head, not wanting to stand up or sit up because of the safety that the arms gave him, and looked around the room. They were in a motel room that seemed him familiar. But his thoughts trailed off when his eyes fell on a form in the other bed. His eyes opened wide when he recognized the form. How couldn't he recognize it ? Before he had left for Stanford, he had lived with it all the time.
"Dean…" he whispered, shocked. He was lost. Why was Dean here ? Then he remembered everything. He remembered seeing the Impala, then his brother, then the fight between Priestly and Dean, then nothing. He thought he could remember something else but it was too blurred for that he could see what it was.
As if the older felt Sam's eyes on him, he turned on the bed and opened his eyes. Green eyes meet his and Sam froze. He couldn't say or do something. Eventually Dean sat up and smiled.
"Hey Sam. How are you ?" Sam opened and closed his mouth several times before he succeeded to say something.
"I'm fine." It was true. He just had a headache but it wasn't nothing he couldn't bear. Apparently, in spite of all the years where they weren't together, Dean knew when his baby brother was hiding something from him.
"I bet you have a headache, don't you?" Sam didn't reply, but Dean didn't need his answer to know he was right. He stood and went to the bathroom. He came back with two tablets and a glass of water. Sam took them gratefully and swallowed the tablets and the water. Then he put the glass on the night stand. For a moment, there was a silence between the two brothers. One didn't know what to say whereas the other wanted to ask something but didn't know if it was the good time to do that. Eventually Dean sighed.
"Why didn't you call me to tell me what happened with this son of a bitch ? I'd helped you." Sam opened his eyes wide. How did Dean know about Jesse ?
"Dean…" Sam started to protest.
"Sam, no. Tell me now ! I think I deserve to know why my baby brother had stayed with a bastard ?"
Knowing that he couldn't escape from the talk, Sam sighed. He opened his mouth and started to talk.
Sorry for the long wait but I was very busy. I hope you'll like it.