Thin Line

Chapter 6

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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By the way, Sam has asthma in all my stories and he does in this story too, it'll be kind of important later.

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"Where is your brother?" John demanded.

Sam shrugged. "Probably out with his friends, didn't he leave a note?"

"Why would I be asking if he—" John started, but stuck to the refrigerator was a piece of paper that read, 'Out with friends' in Dean's handwriting, John cleared his throat. "Oh."

Dean was hanging out with his friends and going to parties a lot lately. Sam's inner voice told him, who would want to spend time at with their chunky, dorky little brother if they didn't have to?

"What are your friends doing?" John asked.

"I dunno." Sam said, he was so distracted; all he could think about was losing weight. Twenty pounds Sam. "Dad, can you weigh me again?"

"Sam I just weighed you this morning."

"I know, but I just wanna see."

"Okay Son." John pulled out the scale and set it on floor Sam stepped on. "127." John said. "That's not so bad considering all the pasta you eat the other day."

Just thinking about all that pasta made Sam sick; he could not believe he ate all that. Two pounds! That's it? You have been starving yourself for a week and you've only lost two pounds, pathetic!

"Dad is it okay if I go for a run?"

John looked surprised. "Go ahead."

Sam ran until he thought that he was going to die, he sat down on a curb outside of a little drug store, panting heavily. He berated himself for forgetting his inhaler, he was pretty sure that he would be okay without it, but he'd have to be careful on his way home.

"Sammy?" A familiar voice called him from behind. Sam spun around, to see Dean coming out of the drug story with a suspicious looking paper bag in his hand and a few of his friends by his side.

"Hey...Dean." Sam said he was still breathless.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine, what are you doing here?"

Dean get on a look on his face that clearly said he was doing something John wouldn't approve of, he hide the bag behind his back. "We just stopped by to get some candy." Dean said. "And if you tell Dad anything different you'll regret it."

"Like I would tell Dad that you're using that fake ID he gave you to buy you and your underage friends hard liquor."

Dean glared. "You better not, we're eighteen it's close enough."

"I said I wouldn't tell, settle down."

"Good." Dean relaxed. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just taking a run."

"Why?"

Sam shrugged. "Just felt like runnin'."

"You hate to run." Dean said. His eyes narrowed, when he detected a slight wheeze in Sam's breathing. "I bet you forgot your inhaler, huh?"

"Yeah." Sam replied softly. He prepared himself for volcano Dean to erupt.

"Damn it Sam! What if you had an attack?" Dean always worried about Sam having an attack even though Sam's asthma had improved vastly from when he was a small child.

"I'm sorry Dean, I wasn't thinking."

"Obviously...come on, I'll drive you home."

"No, really it's okay Dean, I'll be fine. I'll be really careful, I promise."

"I said I'll drive you home." Dean growled.

Sam nodded and got into Dean's car. Great job Sam now Dean's pissed at you, as if he didn't resent you enough already.

"Just meet us at Mike's house when you're done." Dean's friend, Brain said Dean acknowledged him with a nod.

Dean got in the car, opened the glove compartment, and pulled out an extra inhaler that he kept there. He tossed it into Sam's lap without saying a word.

"I'm okay—"

"I heard you wheezing a bit, take a hit." Dean said shortly and Sam complied.

Dean pulled up to the house and waited for Sam to get out. "Thanks Dean, have fun with your friends."

"Yeah, just remember—"

"Not to tell Dad, I know." Sam said shutting the door and making his way to the house.

Dean's mad at you now, but once you're skinnier, he'll like you again.

John set a large salad in front of Sam; he had ordered a pizza for himself and Dean. "Did Dean say whether he'd home for dinner or not?"

He would rather have Dean here then you.

"No Sir." Sam said picking through the lettuce, tomatoes, and carrots, and then took a bite out of a cucumber. The smell of the greasy pizza was making him fell sick.

John set a bottle of ranch in front of Sam. "Don't use too much." He warned sternly.

Sam glanced at the ranch. 140 calories in two tablespoons hell no! Put it down, you're getting bigger just looking at it. He quickly pushed it away. "I don't want any, thanks."

John's eyebrows rose, Sam certainly was full of surprises today, maybe that peep talk had help him focus. "Okay, well I got you some of those 100 calorie packs, like chips and cookies and stuff that you can take to school and there's some jell-o in the frig."

"Thanks." Sam said while munched on a piece of lettuce.

Dean stumbled in seconds later, which Sam was thankful for, even if Dean was mad at him, because when Dean wasn't around all John and Sam could do was make awkward small talk or fight and bicker.

"Hi." Dean said with a deep sigh.

"I ordered some pizza." John said handing Dean a paper plate with a large slice of pizza on it.

"Okay."

"Did you have a good day?"

"It was okay."

"Did you do anything special?"

"Just hung out." Dean shrugged with a distracted air, slipping into one of the chairs at the table.

John and Sam eyed Dean skeptically; he was usually more talkative then that, he should be cracking bad jokes by now.

"Are you feeling okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I'm great." Dean replied he didn't look up; he just stared at his pizza for the longest time, and then finally took a bite.

John and Sam shared a look of concern then shrugged and looked back at Dean who ate his pizza, but he lacked his usual enthusiasm for food. He seemed to be in some sort of daze.

"Are you drunk?" John asked.

Dean's head shot up and he dropped his pizza to his plate. "What? No!" Dean protested.

"Why would you think that?" He glared at Sam who looked back that him with big innocent 'what did I do?' eyes.

"Because you're acting strange." John said he did sound slightly concerned.

"I'm just tired I guess, but I'm not freakin' drunk." Dean said he grabbed his plate and additional piece of pizza from the box before standing up. "I'm gonna go eat in my room, I have homework to do."

The real problem is that he probably can't stand to be in the same room as you any more, he's disgusted just looking at you. Look at yourself, you're a pig! You just ate that whole salad in less then three minutes.

Sam looked down at his plate; he hadn't even realized he had eaten it all.

Pay attention Sammy, get your head in it, remember all that pasta you ate the last time you lost focus! You need to pay attention to every single bite, every single thing that goes in to your mouth.

When John heard Dean's door slam, he looked to Sam. "There is definitely something wrong with Dean. Do you have any idea what's brothering him?"

You know exactly what the problem is, he can't stand you.

"Maybe he really is just tired." Sam suggested.

There was no point in telling John that Dean hated him or that he had forgotten his inhaler at home when he had gone for his run and that Dean was angry with him for it. He didn't need John to be upset with him too.

"Sam, your older brother just said that he had homework to do...there is definitely something wrong."

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The next couple of chapters are going to have a bit of Dean drama, but don't worry I won't forget about Sam (like I could)—there will be plenty of Sam drama too!