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Warning: Child Abuse

Ignorance Is Bliss, Chapter 2

In one instant, everything had changed. She had everything going the way she wanted it. But then it was like she blinked and it was all different. Now, she found herself banging on the door where the brothers had locked themselves into. With her perfectly manicured nails she tapped on the door, trying to sound softer and less angry. She tried to sound gentle as she said, "Guys, I'm sorry. Come out, please? Unlock the door?" But there was no answer. Nothing at all. No movement or anything. She was angry.

She banged on the door, letting go of the little hint of niceness she tried to display. Her eyes hardened and she planted her feet firmly on the hardwood floor. She cleared her throat.

"Dean!" she called, again she twisted the knob, even though she knew that it wasn't going to open. She could feel her heart beat pick up speed. She didn't like being ignored. She didn't like being treated like she was nothing. She didn't like being disrespected. She yanked on the door again, "Sam!"

-Ignorance-Is-Bliss-

Both brothers sat with their backs pressed hard to the wall under the window. The cell phone Dean had tried to use to call his father had been forgotten on the floor next to them, pushed away a couple feet. They both sat with their knees pulled up to their chest. Sam had his arms wrapped around them and his head resting in his kneecaps. Dean had his hand on Sam's back, trying to make him feel safe as much as he could. They both had their eyes glued on the bedroom door directly across from them. They watched as it shook the chair Dean had rammed under the doorknob. They both wondered what would happen if she happened to break it down.

Kris yelled both of their names. The range in her voice was going from a deep, angry growl to an overly happy, high pitched voice. She'd yell, curse at them for not opening the door; then a second later she'd call them sweetly asking them if they'd please come unlock the door. Sam gulped hard when he heard his name being called. He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. For a little while, he thought he'd like Kris. He liked the idea of having a girl around all the time. Just like the women he'd seen on TV when he watched it with Dean. He had always wondered why he and Dean didn't have moms like everyone else. He wondered what they did wrong.

"Open this damn door, boys!"

Sam glanced over at Dean, his heart pounding hard in his chest. Dean could see the tears in his eyes. With the tips of his fingers, he patted Sam's back before residing the hand back into his own lap. Sam had unwrapped his arms from around his legs and let them stretch out in front of him. Again he looked at Dean. It was a 'what are we going to do' look. A look that told Dean he had to fix this somehow.

The door pounded again. This time it was louder and more powerful then the others. It shook the window behind them. And both of them could almost swear they felt the ground shake a little. Then her voice came piercing through the thin pine wood.

"Boys?"

-Ignorance-Is-Bliss-

She was ready to give up. She had had it. Never in her life had she ever felt so defeated in her life. Never. This was new, and she didn't like it. Kris gave the door one final smack before she strutted back into the kitchen with an attitude. With one hand pressed into her hip, she bent at the waist to pick up the fork Sam had dropped less than fifteen minutes ago. She took the bowl of noodles, tossed the contents in the garbage can, then literally threw the bowl into the sink. It bounced around with a loud crash before residing in the left side of it.

"I have never..." she rambled on to herself. "... this kind of disrespect... lesson to be learned..."

She sat down at the table, but a minute later she was on her feet again. She walked around the table - not once, but twice. Still, she could feel her blood boil. She sat down again, pressed her hands into both sides of her face and growled.

Scratching the side of her head almost nervously, she said, "They'll pay for that..."

-Ignorance-Is-Bliss-

Dean put his hand on the back of Sam's neck, rubbing the tender skin slowly. He noticed Sam flinch and try to resist the urge to move away. Dean put his hand down.

"Did that hurt?"

Sam nodded, keeping his eyes set on the floor ahead of them. Dean gently pushed Sam's head down, trying to get a better look. He could see where Sam's skin had began to bruise over in the shape of Kris' thumb, index, and middle finger. Dean sighed a little, disappointment in himself kicking in.

"Sammy, I'm sorry," he whispered. He remembered to keep his voice low. Of course she was still out there somewhere, but they didn't want to call any attention to themselves. Not anymore than needed to.

A little confused, Sam replied with, "For what?"

He shook his head. "I let you get hurt... I'm sorry."

Now Sam felt bad. He felt bad that Dean felt bad. Sam scratched the side of his head, then massaged the back of his neck. He smiled at Dean, trying to do all he could to show that he was alright. Sam said, "I'm okay, Dean, really."

There was silence. The birds outside could be heard chirping happily in the night, somewhere far away. And in that moment Sam envied the birds outside the window. They were free. They didn't have to deal with Kris. Sam wanted to fly. He just wanted to take Dean and fly away.

"I think she's gone," Dean had finally spoken up a few minutes later. He stood, glancing at the clock.

8:07 pm it read.

Dean snapped his fingers in a circular motion. "You should go to sleep, Sam."

The look in Sam's eyes were all but willing.

"What?"

Dean didn't answer, but his facial expression did. Sam stood, his eyes began whining before his mouth did.

"Deeean," he says, still keeping his voice calm.

Again, Dean snapped his fingers then pointed to the smaller bed, designated for Sam.

"Go," Dean says to him softly.

Sam climbed into his bed, rubbing the back of his neck in the process. He couldn't believe it. All of this just happened and now Dean's telling him to go to bed? Bed? Like it was just a normal night. Like nothing was wrong. Sam didn't get it. But he learned not to question it. Besides, he didn't know how it was possible, but he was tired. He yawned. Dean smirked just a little. To give Sam a little satisfaction, he sat in the middle of his bed, facing the door.

"What if she comes in?" Sam asked, the though beginning to scare the sleepiness away from him.

Dean shook his head. "She's not coming in."

Sam was showing his stubbornness.

"But what if ," he begins, keeping his voice low still. "What if she comes in and tries to get us?"

For a moment Dean was quiet. Then he found the right answer. He turned toward Sam so that he was looking directly at him and said, "I'm not gonna let her hurt you, okay?"

Sam slumped back.

He didn't have anything else to say.

He didn't know how, and he was unsure of why, but Sam believed him.

-Ignorance-Is-Bliss-

She got in.

Sometime during the night Dean had fallen asleep. And also sometime during the night Kris had come into the room and had actually wrapped a blanket around him. She had also taken their shoes off and placed them in the floor between their beds.

She had entered the room quietly, not wanting to wake them up. The light was still on, so she turned it off. Then she tip-toed to both of them, and planted a soft kiss on their foreheads.

"Sweet dreams," she whispered to them as Kris exited the room and resided to her room for the night.

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