Thin Line

Chapter 5

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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Sam had been standing in front of the mirror for a long time and he was getting more disgusted with himself in every passing second. Everything about him was wrong.

No wonder your dad picked you for this job. An inner voice he had never noticed before rang in his head. You really should cut back on the calories.

He ate the same things that Dean did, but Dean had a great body, then again, Dean worked out more and Dean was taller then him so it stood to reason that he should eat more.

He didn't know when he had let himself go. Dean always told him he was too skinny, but maybe Dean was just trying to be nice—or even worse...Dean wasn't trying to be nice, he was teasing you Stupid. He's been making fun of you for being fat all along and you didn't even realize.

He should have known, Dean was always teasing him about something.

He didn't know how long he had been looking in the mirror, but the next thing he knew there was banging on the door. "Holy crap Sam, you've been in there forever!" Dean yelled through the door.

"Hold on." Sam called softly he wondered how long Dean had been standing there.

"Hold on!? I've been holding on since I got home, I chugged freakin' half a keg and I have to freakin' piss!"

Sam quickly got his clothes back on and opened the door to find Dean about to blow; Dean pushed past him and slammed the door behind him. "Sorry Dean. How long have you been home?" Sam asked when he came back out.

"Like twenty minutes, Dude, what the hell were you doing in there?"

"Nothin'." Sam mumbled self-consciously.

"Yeah right! I guess that means you didn't get any tonight."

"Dean! Ew that is not what I was doing. You're disgusting!"

Dean shrugged. "I'm just saying you were in there for awhile..."

"Shut up, you freakin' pervert!"

Dean and Sam both laid back on their respective beds. "So how was your night?" Dean asked.

"Great." Sam lied, well actually, it was great until he got home, but he quickly changed the subject so Dean wouldn't ask for details. "Did you say you chugged half a keg? You seem awfully sober..."

"Well...I may have over exaggerated a little bit, this stupid kid told me he could drink more beers then me in two minutes, it seemed like half o' keg," Dean replied. "But I did have to piss like a race horse and you were taking forever."

"So you went to a party then and I take it you beat that kid?"

"Yeah, he didn't stand a chance; it was awesome—until the cops came anyway, but there were some hot girls, hot, drunk girls."

"Neat," Sam said dryly. "I hope you didn't take advantage of any of those poor wasted girls."

"No, I didn't have to, they were so drunk they just started taking of their shirts and dancing on the table. You should have seen them running down the street, in their bras when the cops showed up, priceless!"

"Sounds like a blast." Sam muttered sarcastically. It probably had been fun for Dean; girls were always throwing themselves at him.

What girl would want to throw herself at you? All Sam could think about was his reflection...he was so fat and ugly and he—.

"What's your problem tonight? You finally got to spend a day with your friends outside of school. Didn't you have fun?" Dean asked.

"Nothing's wrong." Sam protested. "I had lots of fun with my friends."

"That didn't sound very convincing Sammy." Dean teased. "What did you and your friends do?"

"We just went ice skating and—" Sam started but was cut off by his brother.

"Did Lola help you?"

"A little." Sam blushed.

Just forget it Sam she could never like a fat whale like you.

"Awww, my baby brother's growing up! He has his very first girlfriend."

"Dean, seriously, she's not my girlfriend!"

"Why not? Does she already have a boyfriend? Is that why you're so upset?"

"No...I don't know, just drop it Dean!"

"Fine, what did you do after you went ice skating?"

"We just went out to dinner and then I came home. That's about it."

"Okay Sammy, if you say so."

"I say so. So what'd you do all day?"

Dean sighed and replied in a bored tone. "Mike, Joe, Brian, Ross and I saw a really crappy movie, then we went to Brain's house and ordered some pizza, I made out with his sister, which was about was about as satisfying as kissing a closed fist, only it was way messier." Dean shuddered at the memory that was by far his most disgusting make-out session ever...well it at least made the top ten list for his worst kiss ever. "Then we went to that party with the hot drunk chicks and now I'm home."

"Sound exhilarating." Sam said in an equally bored and slightly distracted tone.

"Yup, but it was better then conditioning."

"Amen brother."

You need some conditioning, Sammy.

Dean jumped up from his bed with renewed energy and then went to Sam's bed and pulled him up also. "I'm feeling generous tonight Sam, so ya know what I'm gonna do?"

"What?"

"Are you done packing?"

"Yeah, mostly. Why? What are you gonna do?"

"I'm going to let you help me pack."

Sam sighed. "Fantastic."

"Yup I know, what an awesome big brother you have."

"That's just what I was thinking."

The Winchester's were unloading all their stuff into the small house. "Not bad Dad." Dean said as he looked around.

"Your rooms are that way." John said pointing down a hall that went off the living room.

"Rooms? As in more then one?" Dean asked eagerly. "As in I don't have to share a room with the scrawny emo child?"

He's making fun of you again.

"Yup, you boys have your own rooms, don't get use to it."

Dean hurried back to pick out which room he wanted and Sam followed slowly after him, Dean was examining both rooms up and down, they were going to be there for five months after all. He finally decided on the slightly larger room, that was painted a very 'fugly' shade of orange, in the hope that John would let him repaint it, and Sam got the smaller room, that was painted light blue.

Sam could count the number of times he and Dean had had there own rooms on one hand.

Poor Dean, he has to share a room with you all the time, you can't blame him for wanting his own room, now he doesn't have to look at you all the time...hell, you don't even want to share a room with yourself.

Sam set his stuff down in his new room and looked around, the bed was already there and so was a small dresser, it had a large window and curtains. The only thing Sam really hated about the room was that the closet doors were sliding mirrors, great, just what he needed. He really did not want to have to look at himself anymore.

"Hey Sammy." Dean called from his room. "Isn't this awesome? I don't have to look at your fugly face all the time."

"Lucky you." Sam muttered as he glared at his reflection.

Dean appeared in the doorway of Sam room. "What's the matter? Are you gonna miss my stunningly handsome face and manly body, being the last thing you see before you go to sleep and the first thing to greet you in the morning?"

"Oh please."

"There are millions of chicks who would give just about anything to share a room with me; you don't know how lucky you are."

Sam couldn't help but wonder why it was that Dean was handsome and fit and he was ugly and fat. He is your brother after all; shouldn't you at least look a little bit alike? Actually, he's probably thankful he doesn't look like you.

Look at your clothes Sam, they are way too small. Sam suddenly became distracted with how tight his shirt was, it show all of his fat! He started tugging at it, hoping to stretch it out.

Dean watched, quite puzzled as his brother pull at his shirt, Dean was still waiting for Sam to spout out a snippy comeback, but he seemed to forget Dean was even in the room. "Sammy, what are you doing?"

Sam nearly jumped out of his skin, he let go of his shirt, looking slightly embarrassed. "Nothin'" He replied.

"Uh-huh, is there something wrong with your shirt Kid?"

"It just feels kinda tight."

"Well it looks fine to me." Dean shrugged.

Sam gave Dean the 'yeah right' look. Like Dean would understand. "I'm gonna go take a shower." Sam pushed pasted his brother, leaving Dean with a confused look on his face.

Thanks for reading friends.

Today is the anniversary of Robbie's death ( February 25, 2006) so I wanted to be sure to post a chapter today, after all this story is for him.