So i realized in Chapters 3 and 4, i said that Dean had the Impala. That is incorrect. JOHN has the Impala due to a recent hunt, and left Dean with an old junker car. I'm really sorry for the mess up.
Dean got back to their house in less than a minute. He was hoping his father would be home. He had gotten a text from John during the day saying that he should be home by the time school let out.
He pulled up to the house and scanned the land for the Impala. There was no sign of it anywhere. Dean was angry at his father. Sammy was hurt, he said he'd be here, and he needed to have insurance if he wanted to take Sam to the hospital. Dean had no credit card on him, so it made him even more angry that he couldn't try taking Sam to the hospital.
He scrambled with his keys and got out of the junker car and slammed the door shut harder than he meant. He felt bad because he probably was making Sam's head worse.
He rushed to the passenger door, picked Sam up in his arms and shut the door, carrying Sam into the house. He quickly set Sam down on the couch and inspected him.
He had a very bad gash on the back of his head, probably from hitting his head on the ground while being punched, a dark purple bruise under his right eye, and blood stained to his shirt from his face. His face also had a lot of blood on it, but thankfully had stopped flowing.
He went to the bathroom to get materials he needed to get Sam patched up. He washed Sam's face from the dried blood, first. Sam winced and whimpered slightly in pain as he did so, coming in and out of his conscious state.
"Sorry Sammy..we're almost done, hold in there, pal." He whispered as he wiped the blood away.
After Sam's face was clean, Dean looked at the gash in Sam's head. It no doubt needed stitches. Dean sighed, knowing that he'd be hearing Sam whimper and cry out in pain even more.
He stitched up Sam's head, only getting little whimpers from Sam.
When he was finished, he cleaned up the mess. He threw away the blood covered tissues, wash cloths, and put away the stitching equipment. He then went out to get his phone from the junker car.
"Be right back, Sammy." he said, before exiting.
He opened the door and searched for his phone. It was underneath the pedal, but somehow not broken. Dean shrugged and shut the door and dialed his dad's phone number. Yet again, Dean got no answer.
"Damnit." Dean said under his breathe. Then suddenly, his phone started to ring.
"Dad?" he quickly said, fumbling with the phone before picking it up.
"Hey, Dean. It's Pastor Jim." said a calm and all too familiar voice.
"Oh, hey Jim." he said, sighing. He wasn't upset that it wasn't his dad, he was actually happy that he got to speak to Pastor Jim. He hadn't seen him in quite some time now and missed the man often. He looked at Jim as a grand father type.
"I actually called about your father. I saw him stop at the bar up a ways from where you guys are now. He looked pretty beaten up, but I called to warn you. You know how your dad gets when he's in bars. He gets himself drunk and comes home." said Jim. Dean also knew that to be the truth.
"Thanks, Jim." He said, really meaning it.
"Anytime, Dean. Watch out for yourself, now, and Sammy for that matter, ya hear?" Jim said.
"Yes sir. Always do." He said smiling at Jim's request. He hesitated before saying it, but eventually spit it out.
"I miss you. So does Sammy. Did I ever tell you he started praying?" Dean said. He had caught Sam a few times, praying. Dean wasn't the praying type, but he was happy that Sam believed in something and could at least ALWAYS turn to someone.
"I miss you guys, too. Ah, really? Well, I'm pleased." He said. Dean could just see the smile that lit up on Jim's face. He loved Sammy.
"Yeah. Well, I gotta go in and check up on Sammy." Dean said before he could stop himself.
"Check up on Sam? What happened?" Dean could hear the concern in his voice. Shit, he thought.
Dean knew Jim wouldn't let Dean off with it, so he told him everything that had happened. Jim stayed quiet and intent while listening. After Dean finished there was a slight pause.
"Is he alright?" Jim asked.
"I think so. In a lot of pain, no doubt, but I got him patched up. Are you gonna tell dad?" Dean asked, fright in his voice. Dean knew that if John didn't hear it from Dean, Dean would be in a whole new world of trouble.
"He told me to check in on you guys every so often and tell him everything that you say. I'm going to have to, Dean. You know I can't lie to the man. And he would be fairly mad if you didn't tell me." Jim said. He was right. Dean knew there was no way out of it.
"Alright. Thanks, Jim. A lot." Dean said.
"Any time."
"Bye." Dean said quietly.
"Bye." Jim said, and the line went dead.
Dean hung up, and slowly put the phone in his pocket. He knew how much trouble he was going to be in. He could see his father's face now, torn with rage at Dean. Dean choked back a noise of fear.
Get yourself together, man. Your 17, stop being a pussy and go check up on Sammy, Dean thought to himself.
He headed back inside.
He knew the beating from his father would be unforgettable.
AHAHAHA. Cliffy. Might get a new chapter up later. I'll try my best to.