Passenger 3-B
Chapter Twenty-One
The medical staff and Castiel saw tears run down the patient's face, immediately prompting the blue-eyed man to gently squeeze his hand, "Just take your time…we'll wait. I just want you to know that you are safe now."
Meanwhile, Sam, Adam and Karen were getting updates on Dean with his private staff, pleased to hear his surgery went very well and was in stable condition. The patient had already been moved to his own room and was expected to recovery fully. Lucille and Bill joined the Singer family in the private waiting area Sam had rented for them while Dean would be there.
"I just got off the phone with John," Bill mentioned, "He and Mary refuse to come here to visit Dean because they're both stubborn jackasses. I pleaded and threatened them, but they are not budging."
"I don't know how a parent couldn't visit their child in the hospital, especially after he's been kidnapped and stabbed." Karen said, disgusted at the way the Winchesters were behaving.
"I don't think Dean wants them here anyways, so fuck them," Sam stated. "I gotta get Dean well, and that's all that matters."
"I've known Dean and his parents for a while now and I suspect they all want to see one another." Lucille calmly remarked. "It's just getting one to take the first step; because Bill is right…all are stubborn. I guess I could stop by after lunch and beat some sense into Mary and John."
"No Lucille, I'm going over there," Sam said, standing up. "This is all my fault and I am going to make it right."
"I'll go with you." Adam volunteered as his brother nodded.
The two young men arrived at the Winchester home, expecting a major fight, as a result, Sam decided to come out swinging first. Adam rang the doorbell twice until Mary finally opened the door with a sour expression.
"Get the hell off of my property!" Mary barked, alerting her husband, who came running to her defense."
"No! No way!" Sam shouted. "I need to talk on Dean's behalf."
"We don't wanna hear it…leave!" John yelled.
"Papa John…is that you?" Adam questioned as all immediately remained quiet. "It's me…Adam Singer."
John looked Adam over, then a smile appeared on his face. "Adam Singer…Bobby's boy?"
"Yeah, that's me."
John walked outside, pulling the young man into a hug, "You grew up and you're bigger than me now."
"John, what in the hell is going on?" Mary demanded, still standing inside the house.
"Mary, this is Bobby Singer's youngest son, Adam, the karting racer."
"Adam, you really know them?" A bewildered Sam asked.
"Yeah, Papa John is the best engine builder in the Midwest and helped me win three championships." Adam proudly said, with John's arm still around him. "But then he and dad had a falling out and I never saw him again."
John let Adam go, "Yeah, well your dad didn't like something I did and uh…"
"Tell that pervert to leave or I am calling the police…now!" Mary growled, slamming the door.
John took a few seconds to compose himself, then looked at Sam, "I take it you're Sammy, Bobby's eldest son?"
Sam nodded, as John's head fell, "Your father was furious at me when I told him that I had my son commit himself to a mental institution because he was gay. Bobby explained how his Sammy was gay and he fully accepted it because he loved him…you."
Adam and Sam glanced at one another, while John composed himself again. "At the time, I honestly thought we were doing the right thing by getting him help. But Bobby said I was a horrible father and should be shot…uh, Bill said that Dean was stable; is he?"
'Yeah, he's gonna make a full recovery." Sam answered.
"Thank God."
"Do you wanna see him?" Adam asked.
"Yeah, I really do, but he won't see me." John remarked, "I fucked up this time."
"Dean's doctors are going to start him on group therapy at the end of the week…with Bill, Lucille, my mom, Cas, Michael, Adam and me." Sam said. "Would you like to be there?"
John nodded and quietly said, "Yeah, I would."
"What abut Mary?" Sam inquired.
"I don't know," John honestly answered. "I know she's really worried about Dean, because it's affecting her chemo."
Sam became stunned, "I didn't know Mary has cancer."
"That's because Dean doesn't know either," the older man admitted. "Mary wanted to keep this from him since he was still upset about losing Jo and Brianna."
"Who's Brianna?" Adam asked while his brother shrugged his shoulders.
"Brianna was their little girl…my granddaughter," John answered, wiping a tear away. "She was six months old when she and Jo were killed in a gas explosion." The proud man handed them pictures from his wallet, "She was very beautiful and had blonde hair with green eyes…looked exactly like Dean."
The Singer brothers softly smiled then handed the photos back, "They were everything to Dean and when they died, he sorta did too, until he met you." He paused, as more tears fell, "This is the happiest my son has been in two years and I disowned him for that…I'm sorry."
"Well, don't apologize to me…tell him at the therapy session," Sam suggested. "Also, you better tell Dean about the cancer too."
John nodded in agreement and the three men just stood there until Sam offered to buy lunch, which he consented to.
At the Mexican restaurant, John happily told stories about his son. "When Dean was born, he never cried or was difficult. Everyone often expressed how lucky we were to have a happy and beautiful baby. He was potty-trained and walking before he was even a year old and soon after that, began talking. He never complained, even when he was sick."
Sam chuckled, "Yeah, that sounds like him."
John continued, "One time when he was two, Mary and her parents went out of town for a funeral and left us home alone. I desperately needed to finish working on a racecar, so I plopped him down with his toys in the backyard at seven in the morning while I went into the garage. He played the whole day without making a sound or bothering me, then it started to get dark. I closed up the garage and that's when I noticed he was gone…I was terrified and ran into the house, only to find him in the kitchen making baloney sandwiches. I hugged him, then noticed mustard on his hands and he said, 'Daddy, I made ya balloonie sanwitches.' He couldn't pronounce those words correctly, so it was really adorable and that's when I noticed the time. It was eight o'clock at night and the poor kid hadn't eaten since seven that morning, so I quickly apologized. He said it was alright since I was busy and he didn't want to disturb me, and that's when he decided to make the sandwiches. I felt like the worst father in the world…I guess because I am."
"Papa John, I don't think you're a bad parent, just a confused one." Adam remarked. "Just because he's gay or bi shouldn't mean that you failed…it's who he is."
"I'm not 100% in favor of two men being together, but I don't want that feeling of having your son be at death's door and doesn't know that I love him," John admitted. "Several years ago, the newspaper said that Dean had committed suicide and I almost died that morning. I wanted to kill myself, because if my son had died, I wouldn't be able to live without him. That horrible feeling came back when Bill called me about this latest incident…I wanna make it right this time."
"Why did the newspaper say that Dean had committed suicide?" Sam asked, never heard of this story.
"Dean's boss, P.T. Sandover Jr, suddenly died of a heart attack and his useless son, P.T. Sandover III, took over, not having a clue on how to run the company. He pushed away the only man who was helping the company move forward, Paul Dunbar, and caused friction among the staff. Paul soon killed himself, then days later, another employee, Ian committed suicide in the executive washroom with Dean trying to talk him out of it. The newspaper accidentally switched Dean and Ian's name, so we all thought Dean was dead. I begged the Lord to take me and not my son, and was relieved when we learned the truth. I just wished Dean really knew how much I truly love him and hope he'll forgive me someday."
"It looks like you're already taking the first step, so we'll talk this out more in group therapy. But, you really need to tell the truth and get it all out in the open," Sam advised, "because I need to do the same."
TBC…
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From the previous chapter, when Dean and Jo were getting a sonogram from Vonda, (the technician), the 'smile' was Dean's imagination and he was seeing what he wanted to see, not what was really there. Jo and Vonda were humoring him as he was a nervous first time father. Thanks to all for reading :)***