Authors Note: We all knew I just couldn't leave Devin in the dust. He was the greatest case of revenge and his case was certainly a bizarre one at that. I enjoy Devin's company of changing moods. So we well see how our Winchester clan will get along and if Sam reveals his Vision. Thanx Charity
Well I'm going home
Back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me
these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going I'm going home.
Well I'm going home
Sam sat lazily on his father's un-made bed as he poked through his father's journal not really having a purpose. His brother was still sleeping, his dad was still out, and his head felt like it might just explode. Each noise or change in light sent spikes of pain into his skull making him close his eyes sharply and try to hold the tears at bay. He knew it was an after affect of the vision but it was just going to be that much harder to hide it from his brother and father if he admitted to a headache. Especially his brother.
His eyes drooped lazily as he yawned. Checking the time he noted it was 9:21. He had to stay awake and help his dad find a new hunt. He rubbed his tired eyes trying not to wince when it sent more pain through his skull. He didn't think he had enough energy to get up and get pain pills. A shower sounded lovely but sleep sounded even better. He'll just lie down for a second and see if his migr-headache will ease. Just a second.
Setting the journal aside he eased himself down onto the bed he was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Dean's current dreams slowly ebbed away as consciousness returned to him. He knew it was way past 10 and he cursed himself for sleeping this late. He was surprised his dad didn't wake him already. Opening his eyes and sitting up he was dismayed to see that his dad wasn't in the room. He looked over to the other bed for his brother only to see it was empty as well. "Sammy?" He questioned looking around the room for his brother. His eyes met there mark as an abnormally large lump was currently laying atop a small pull out mattress.
Dean had to keep himself from grinning because it was obvious the bed was too small for Sam. Getting out of the bed he made his way over to where his brother was sleeping and he wondered when Sam had transferred beds.
The light hit Sam's face and he could see now that the kid was anything but sleeping peaceful. He frowned at the sheen of sweat glistening on Sam's brow. Reaching out to lay a hand on Sam's forehead he noticed that he felt a little warm. "Why didn't you tell me you were getting sick?" He whispered. Pulling the covers up off the floor he gently laid them across his brother as he went off to do his morning routine.
John Winchester was not a happy man.
His search of food warranted him in waiting in line for an hour. His search of a paper warranted him in stepping in a puddle and getting his 50 cents stolen.
So when he finally made it to the door of the motel room he was in no happy mood. His happy mood of this morning was easily squashed and he really wondered if God hated him.
Opening the door as he fiddled with the lock he made no show of being quiet not caring if he woke his boys. Juggling the food and the paper he slammed the door rather loudly and set the food on the end table as he sat on one of the beds finally able to relax.
"Dad!" Dean hissed in a harsh whisper at the noise his dad was making.
"What?" John barked as he turned his head towards his oldest son who was now sitting in a chair across the room his face shadowed in the dark.
"Could you keep it down? Sammy's sleeping."
"It's past 10 Dean he needs to get up. We have to find a new hunt anyway." John said matter of factly as he opened the paper to start skimming.
"Dad, Sam's getting sick." Dean blurted out realizing Dad wasn't getting the message.
"What?" John yelled again his voice holding a tone of disbelief. That can't be true Sam was just fine yesterday. "He was just fine yesterday."
"Well, he's running a slight fever so the more sleep he gets the faster we can get to the next hunt."
John realized the validity in the statement and took it for what it was. He would let Dean deal with sick Sammy as he slowly researched there next hunt as soon as Sam was feeling better they would head out. He didn't want to jump into his old self and put the hunt in front of his boys.
John smiled as read something that might be considered there sort of thing. Plucking out a red sharpie from his jean pocket he circled it at he skimmed on.
Sam wasn't sure what time it was or where he was but he heard noise in the background. His head only a dull throb now which he thanked God. He slowly turned his head to the side not really trusting his judgment on the pain scared it could just as easily spike up again. Forcing his eyes open he could see blurring objects moving about the room.
He tried to speak but it came out as a pathetic whimper.
"Sammy?"
One of the blurry blobs materialized in front of his face as a hand came into view resting softly atop his forehead. "No fever." The blob muttered as the hand was taken away.
Clearing his throat so he could form a somewhat coherent though he began to speak. "Dean?" He questioned not really knowing who was what but just having that feeling that the blurry blob was his brother.
"Right here. How are you feeling?" Dean questioned as his face became clearer and clearer until he could finally see the lines of worry on his face.
"Like crap." He rasped out with a slight chuckle but stopped as the worry lines only grew on his brother's face. "But I'm ok."
"Yeah, I wake up to find your gigantic ass snoozing on this bed I knew something was wrong." Dean joked as he stood back up from his crouched position.
"Wait what time is it?" Sam questioned quickly sitting up dismissing how the pain in his head picked up.
"A little past 11."
"Shit," He exclaimed under his breath. He didn't want to sleep that long. "Where's dad?"
"Outside packing our stuff we got us a hunt. You sure you're ok? If your not I'll tell him we need too stay-
"No, no I'm fine." Sam quickly interrupted. Sam began getting up so he could go through his duffle to take a shower. Going through his duffle for some clothes a sudden though came to mind.
"Uh where is this hunt exactly?" Sam asked stopping his frantic search.
"In Weber, Utah. Why?" Dean asked curiously holding his own duffle bag.
"No- re-reason." Sam stuttered making his way to the bathroom quickly. He knew all to well that county. That county was where his vision happened and they were walking smack dab in the middle of it.
EEK! There walking into Sam's vision do you think he'll tell. If not his dad at least his brother and what about john's trite attitude resorting to old ways is he. Tisk tisk.
Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity