Chapter 2
Still Sam P.O.V
"Yeah it's me. Crappy weather ain't it?''
Dean tosses me a new flashlight.
"Pretty dark here, we really need to remember to change the batteries in the flashlights more often.''
He's trying to avoid talking about the fact he just drove in a storm because I called him.
"I didn't expect to see you till tomorrow." I say
"Well the rain let up a bit and I figured now was as good a time as any." He smirks. "And apparently there's some beastie in the woods my brother is scared of."
He's so annoying.
"Dude don't make fun of me. I know what wind sounds like. Wind, maybe like howls, but that was like a scream."
He just laughs.
"Whatever kid. Why don't you go to bed? I'll hold down the fort till morning and make sure I keep the monsters out." He sounds like he's only half kidding.
"Sure. I think there's food in the fried if you want something."
"Awesome."
There's that noise. It sorta sounds like a scream and a growl combined.
"That was just the wind." Dean says.
If it was just the wind he wouldn't double check the locks on the doors and windows. He wouldn't look so tense.
"Told you it wasn't just the wind. Sounds like something out of a horror movie to me." I say.
He shoots me a look.
"Go to bed bitch."
"Whatever jerk."
….
When I wake up the next morning, it is brighter, but I don't think the lights have come back on. Dean seems to be talking to somebody.
I quietly make my way into the other room.
Looks like Dad's back.
"Listen to me Dad." Dean's voice is like ice. "I don't care if you get a call about Satan himself; you do not leave Sammy alone unless you are 110 percent sure he will be fine. Most of the motels we stay at are pretty shady, so really you shouldn't leave him alone at nighttime anyways."
Dad doesn't even falter.
"Dean you need to stop treating him like he is five. When you were Sam's age you'd been staying alone , watching your brother for years. He needs to grow up."
It's evident they don't know I'm up.
"Sam's not me, Dad. The sooner you learn that the easier life will be for all of us."
If Dad ever have me the look he just gave Dean, I would be scared senseless.
Dad's voice is calm, but there as an edge to it.
"You seem to forget who is the father here. I am doing the best I can. Don't you dare speak to me like that again. Understood?"
Dean takes a deep breath.
"We'll see." he mutters.
"How'd the hunt go?" Dad's trying to change the subject.
Dean is having none of it.
"It went fine. Stop changing the subject. I am going to say one more thing and then we can drop it. You said it yourself, I was staying alone with Sam for years. That would make me a bit protective. He called me and not you."
Dean turns to me.
"Morning sunshine. Want some breakfast?"
Dad stares at Dean in a kind of stunned silence.