Thin Line
Chapter 2
Summary: John is walking a thin line. His obsession with hunting will jeopardize one son physically and both sons emotionally. Limp Sam to come.
Warning: Touchy subject!
Note: Sorry I forget to mention it earlier, but Dean is 18 and Sam is 14.
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Who needs food? Sam Winchester sure didn't—at least that's what he kept telling himself.
He was sitting in Miss Day's boring English class, she was reading to them from Romeo and Juliet. She always got way too into her readings, particularly the romance ones; she was a hopeless romantic who was obviously deprived of good sex.
Sam and Dean had been at this school for two months already, long enough for both of them to make friends and they were both excited to hear that they would be staying until the end of the school year. That was over five months away, Dean would be graduating from this school, with people he actual knew and liked. They had just gotten off Christmas break a few days ago and Dean was counting down the days to his graduation.
They were both less then trilled at the circumstances though; they were counting down the days until camp started. Registration for the camp was in the middle of April, three months away, but then it occurred to Sam that he'd have to keep up his act longer then that, because the camp didn't start until mid-June. At camp, he could miraculously get well and no one would ever know that it was all a show.
Sam had been Anorexic for less then 24 hours and he was already getting desperate, all John had given him for breakfast was half a grapefruit and for lunch, he had some rabbit food, with tasteless boiled chicken on it. Although, at this point he wasn't picky, food was food.
He glared, enviously, a the girl sitting next to him, her name was Lola, she'd made friends with him on his very first day, they had instantly bonded over their love of gummy bears. In fact, at this very moment Lola was sprawled out over her desk, trying to be stealthy as she shoveled handfuls of gummy bears into her mouth, for such a small girl she could eat up a storm, she could definitely give Dean a run for his money.
For a minute, Sam wondered if she might have an eating disorder, but she didn't look too skinny and she had a phobia of the school bathrooms, so quickly dismissed the idea. She must have noticed Sam glaring at her, so she held out the bag of gummy bear, silently offering him some.
Sam shook his head and whispered. "No thanks."
Lola raised her eyebrows in surprise, but shrugged and shoved some more candy into her mouth; Sam hated her so much right now, her and her damn gummy bears!
Sam grabbed his water bottle off the floor, John had told him three things this morning (1) Talk about calories a lot, especially around teachers, (2) When ever you get hungry, drink water, and (3) Dean and I are counting on you, innocent lives are at stake.
Number 3 was the only thing keeping him from eating every last one of those gummy bears, but it didn't keep him from wanting them...they were calling to him, taunting him really. And damn that Lola, normal kids had backpacks full of books and binders, but hers was full of food, all kinds of food, he could not hang out with her anymore—she was an enabler!
Sam was startled out of his resentment, when Miss Day got down on her knees and loudly recited. "...and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon..."
Everyone in the class jerked awake, Sam just shook his head sadly. That poor woman needed a man. Sam was thankful, for Miss Day's dignity as well as his own stomach, when the bell rang for lunch.
Sam practically sprinted to the cafeteria, he sat at his usual table and his friends started to join him. Lola, Adam, Cameron, Ashley, and Brett and of course, they all had numerous pieces of pizza.
Dean came over to Sam table, they never sat together, but Dean motioned for Sam to come talk to him, he to held a tray with a coke, an apple, pudding and three pieces of pizza and all Sam could do was stare at it. "Sammy?" Dean called trying to his brother's attention; Sam looked something akin to a dog drooling over Dean's food. "Sam!" Dean waved his hand in front of Sam's face.
"Huh?" Sam grunted looking up to his brother.
"Jeez Kid! Here I got you an apple." Dean held it out towards Sam.
Sam shook his head. "Dad said to just eat the salad, he told me a could use some ranch."
"Well that was generous of him." Dean growled. "I want you to eat this, it's just an apple." When Sam looked like he was going to reject the fruit again, Dean batted his eyelashes and did his best impression of Sam's puppy dog eyes. "Please Sammy? For your favorite big brother...Dad'll never find out and then I won't have to worry so about you passing out from hunger and I can focus on my school work."
"Well when you put it like that...I guess I'll eat it, but only because I don't want to be held responsible for you not graduating." Sam said.
"I knew you'd see it my way." Dean tossed the apple at Sam, which Sam eagerly caught.
"Yeah, so when you do have to retake your senior year you'll only have yourself to blame." Sam teased.
Dean smacked Sam's head. "Bitch."
"Jerk." Sam replied, but on his way back to his friends, he called over his shoulder. "Thanks Dean." Dean merely nodded and went to his own table, where his friends sat waiting for him.
Sam was so sad to hear that they would be running the mile in P.E. class, the very thought made him even hungrier. Sam finished first though and then went over to talk to the P.E. teacher, Mr. Ashby; he was a young teacher, one of those 'I want to be your friend' kind of teachers, who students really liked to talk to about their problems. Sam was pretty sure that Mr. Ashby would never suspect anyone to have an eating disorder, but Sam gave it a try anyway.
"You made good time Winchester." Mr. Ashby said.
"Thank you Sir." Sam replied he continued to jog in place. "Hey Mr. Ashby? How many calories do you think we burn running the mile?"
Mr. Ashby thought the question over for a second, and then gave Sam a puzzled look. "Why do you wanna know?"
Sam shrugged. "Just wondering."
"Well, I have no clue; don't you have health class with Mrs. Bell?"
"Yes Sir."
"Ask her."
"I'll do that." Sam said jogging away.
"And Winchester?" Mr. Ashby called after him.
""Yes Sir."
"You can stop jogging now, go get some water."
"Oh that's okay Sir, I need the exercise." Sam replied was suspiciously, as he could.
Finally! School was over and Sam could wallow in his self-pity in the privacy and comfort of his own home. Went to his locker and gathered his books and binders he looked up when he saw someone standing beside him, it was Adam, Brett, and Lola.
"Hey." Sam greeted.
"Hey." Lola replied digging in her packet for more gummy bears—she was a damn junky! Didn't she ever stop eating those things?
"Hey Sam, we're all going ice skating on Saturday and then to dinner, wanna come?" Brett asked.
John would never allow that, they were either hunting on the weekends or training, there was no time for hanging out with friends. "Sorry, I can't I'm pretty sure we're going out of town this weekend."
"You're always busy on the weekend!" Adam whined. "Don't you ever just hang out?"
"Not really." Sam answered honestly. "My Dad's kinda strict..."
"Well, it's only Thursday, so if your plans change and you wanna come just call." Brett said.
"Sure." Sam said, but he knows that would never happen. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."
I know this seems like it's not going anywhere, but it really is I promise!!
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