Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 26
Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognizable in this chapter including Star Wars…that belongs to George Lucas! The Winchesters belong to Eric Kripke.
Warning: There is cursing ahead by a very mad Dean!
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Previously: Smiling to himself, Dean couldn't imagine a more perfect night right now than sitting beside his baby brother and watching the awesome space prequel to the Star Wars trilogy!
Approximately an hour into the movie, Dean was beginning to feel the pangs of thirst after having eaten the burritos with the fiery hot sauce he had added to them. Looking towards Sam, he said, "Hey Sammy, I need something else to drink, you wanna go to the concession stand with me dude?"
"Nah, I think I'll just stay here in the car if it's alright with you. You won't be gone too long will you?" Sam questioned as he glanced at Dean while chewing on his bottom lip, a little nervous about being left alone for the first time since the attack, but not wanting to be around a crowd of people.
"No longer than it takes to get us both a Coke and some popcorn." Dean answered knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist the buttery snack once he smelled it.
"Kay." Sam replied as he focused on the movie once again to see little Anakin in the big race as his brother climbed out of the car and walked away.
Reaching the concession stand, Dean groaned at the long line of people waiting to buy their own snacks. He was hoping to get their drinks and popcorn fairly quickly so he could get back to Sammy as soon as possible. He really didn't like leaving Sam out of his sight for too long now. "Come on, would ya hurry it up?" He whispered as he watched the people who were slowly getting things behind the stand. "Hell, a turtle would be faster than them." He thought as he glanced out at the window. He couldn't see Sammy sitting in the car since it was too far back, but at least nobody was around the vehicle. He hated the thought of leaving Sammy alone for more than just a few minutes by himself. If the line didn't start moving soon, he would just have to do without the snacks or go back to the car and try to talk Sammy into coming back to the concession stand with him.
"Finally" Dean stated as the line started to move at a more decent pace after a new person manned the cash registers, now they were getting somewhere. Arriving at the counter, he ordered two large Cokes and a barrel of popcorn with extra butter. The movie was a long one and he wanted to make sure he had plenty to snack on. After all, he was still a growing boy.
Carrying the snacks out of the concession stand, he started walking towards the car. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness again, he looked towards the car and his blood boiled at what he saw. "Son of a bitch." He swore as he dropped the snacks and took off at a run.
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John sat nervously staring at the clock on the wall. It had been over two hours since his boys left. He was glad that Dean had been able to talk Sammy into getting out of the house, but he also worried that something would happen causing Sammy to backslide once again. Looking over towards the door, he sighed as he chewed on his bottom lip.
"John, would you please calm down. The boys have only been gone for a couple of hours." Bobby stated with a roll of his eyes. The kid is going to be just fine.
"I hope you're right Bobby. It's just that I have this sinking feeling in my gut that something is going to happen." John replied as he glanced towards the door once again.
"That's normal John since this is the first time Sammy has been out of your eyesight someplace other than here. Of course you're going to feel anxious, but that doesn't mean anything is going to happen." Bobby said.
"Yeah, and what if it does? You know how Winchester luck is Bobby. Lady Luck likes to kick us when we're down."
"But I also know how ferocious Dean is. He's like a lion when it comes to protecting that little brother of his. You can bet if anything happens, Dean will be kicking ass and taking names later John so just calm down."
"I guess you're right. I just wish I would have told Dean no, or better yet went with them. At least then I would know everything is okay." John replied with a furtive glance to the clock on the wall.
Knowing that John wouldn't be able to relax until his boys got home, Bobby walked into the kitchen to grab them both a beer. At least it would take a little of the edge off until Dean and Sammy walked through that door relieving John's worry's once and for all. "Here, drink this. It will help ya to relax some" Bobby told John as he held out the brown colored long neck bottle.
"Thanks Bobby" John automatically stated as he reached out and took the beer. Twisting off the top, he chugged down some of the cool beverage. Damn, time sure was moving slow.
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Watching the movie, Sam was beginning to get a little anxious wondering why Dean hadn't returned yet. He said he would only be gone a couple of minutes, but it was way past that now. Glancing out the window towards the concession stand, he saw four tough looking dudes walking towards the car. He quickly glanced around to see if maybe somebody else had parked near, but found no other cars near them. He was about to roll the windows up on the car , when he was surprised by another person who placed his hands on the door to keep the window from being rolled up making him jump.
"What's the matter kid, you scared?"
Sam looked at the scruffy looking character who looked to be about Dean's age. He was wearing torn jeans and a shirt with some kind of logo on it and his hair looked as if it hadn't been washed in days. "No, you just surprised me is all." Sam replied trying not to show his fear as the other four approached. There was no way he could take them on by himself. "Where are you Dean?" He thought anxiously as he looked towards the concession stand once again praying his brother would come out soon.
"I think you're lying kid. I think you are afraid." The hoodlum replied as he snatched open the door of the car and leaned against it with his arms crossing his chest, the other four running their hands over the car appreciatively.
"Look, you better get out of here. My brother is going to be back in a minute and he doesn't like it when other people touch his car." Sam stated hoping the guys would just leave and not start any trouble.
"Yeah, well he isn't here right now is he kid." The punk replied as he reached inside and grabbed Sam's arm forcefully pulling him out of the car.
"Let me go." Sam growled as he tried to pull his arm out of the goons grasp.
"Hey guys, looks like we got us a fighter here." Gage stated with a smirk. "What do you say we teach tough boy here a lesson?"
"Yeah, then we'll take his car for a spin, see how he likes that." One of the others called out threateningly.
"Please, just leave me alone. I don't want any trouble.' Sam informed them as he kept trying to pull free.
"S'too bad kid, cause we do." Gage answered as he yanked the arm with the brace on it behind Sam's back. "We're gonna kick your ass kid and then we're going to take your car. And if your bother shows up, he'll get an ass kickin too!"
Forcing Sam to his knees, the punk was about to give him a swift kick in the kidney when he heard "Hey, get the hell away from my brother before I kill you, you son of a bitch." He looked up just in time to see Dean diving towards him. Letting go of Sam to protect himself, he was knocked to the ground as Dean straddled his chest and began punching him.
"Nobody touches my brother you freaking asshole." Dean voiced with a deadly menace just as he himself was tackled from behind. Deftly rolling to the side, he was able to dislodge his attacker and quickly jammed his elbow into the punk's ribs. Seconds later, he found himself fighting a third guy as another thug decided to join the battle.
"Leave him alone you bastards." Sam swore as he got to his feet. He might not be able to use both hands to fight, but there was nothing wrong with his legs. Drawing his right one back, he swiftly kicked the guy attempting to tackle Dean from the back between the legs. Dean's attacker suddenly let go, howling in pain as he grasped his private area and fell to the ground in terrible pain.
"Way to go Sammy." Dean cheered as he worked to subdue the two that he was currently fighting with. Delivering a punch the blonde one's nose, he felt the cartilage crunch beneath his knuckles and then delivered a knockout blow to right side of his face. He soon felt a swift kick to his own ribs as one of the other attackers joined the fray with the last one going after Sammy. He heard his brother holler out in pain just before he looked over to see him on his knees, cradling his injured hand to his chest.
"I'm gonna kill you, you f*cking bastard! Dean vehemently swore as he freed himself. Rushing towards the guy who had hurt Sam, he delivered a roundhouse kick to the man's chest and watched him fall to the ground with a loud thud. He was about to pounce on him when he heard an authorative shout.
"Everybody freeze." a police officer hollered as he aimed his pistol towards the fracas. "What the hell happened here?" The cop questioned as he saw three men lying on the ground unconscious, one clutching his groin area and the last just beginning to sit up with a dazed look on his face.
"Those bastard's attacked my brother." Dean answered with a pant as he protected his sore ribs with his arm.
"He's telling the truth officer, I saw it all." A young lady of about twenty four said as she approached from the other side. "I'm the one who called to report the attack. The younger one was just sitting in the car when he was forcefully removed from it." The girl informed the officer as she pointed towards Sammy to show who she was talking about. "They started beating on the kid when the older one arrived and tried to stop them."
Calling for back up, the officer held his gun on the attackers while waiting for help to arrive. "Are you two okay?" He questioned noting the way that both boys were protecting injured areas.
"I'm fine." Dean answered automatically, "But my brother recently had surgery on his wounded hand and I'm not sure if it's been re-injured." Dean stated as he kneeled beside Sammy who was now leaning with his back against the Impala.
""M'okay Dean." Sam gasped breathing through the pain as he had been taught to do.
"We'll let the hospital decide that." The officer informed as he called for a couple of ambulances to handle the injured. Once you boys are checked out and the doc says everything is okay, "I'll take your statements and then you'll be free to go home."
"Dean, I don't wanna go to the hospital." Sam whispered as he leaned against his brother's shoulder.
"The man is right Sammy, you need to be checked out, especially your hand. And I could use something myself for the pain in my ribs." Dean answered honestly as he wrapped a supportive arm around his baby brother's shoulder. He couldn't help but wonder how their dad was going to react once he found out what happened.
TBC