Thin Line

Chapter 7

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!

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Someone mentioned that the last chapter was a bit short...this one is about the same length so I apologize, but the next chapter will be a little longer.

Enjoy...

It was here once again, it came every seven days without fail, no matter how many people begged and pleaded for it to stop...Monday.

School was different for Sam this week though, he couldn't concentrate in class, not because he was hungry, but because his was trying to calculate his daily caloric intake.

He bought his Health book to all his classes and was typing furiously on his calculator; his book for Health class contained all the equations he needed to know. Like how many calories it would take for him to maintain his current weight and how many calories he would need to eat to lose twenty pounds in just a few months.

He needed to cut out 500 calories per day just to lose a pound a week.

You need to lose more then one pound a week Sam, look at yourself...no one would ever believe that you have an eating disorder.

"Sam?" Mrs. McGee, his math teacher called in an irritated voice, it was clear she had been calling his name for some time.

"Yes ma'am?" Sam asked the other kids in his class were laughing; he was in advanced classes so the kids were all older than he was and that made it even more embarrassing.

"Can you do graph equation number twenty-four on the board, please?"

"Uh...I could try..." Sam grabbed his book and went to the board; however, he had not been following along. "Um, c-could you tell me what page we're on?" Sam asked timidly.

The class laughed even harder at that. "Page 563." Replied Mrs. McGee.

Sam flipped to the page, crap; he didn't know how to do graph those equations. "I...I don't know how to do it."

"That's what I thought, please take your seat and pay attention this time and don't do your homework for other classes in my class."

"Yes ma'am, sorry." Sam said going back to his seat.

The boy sitting behind him, a junior named Travis Bennett, patted his back. "Real smooth Winchester." Travis teased.

Great job Sam, as if you weren't enough of a loser already.

When lunchtime rolled around that day, he wasn't excited like he had been the week before. He dreaded it.

Sam left himself growing apart from his friends, he still sat with them at lunch, talked, and laughed with them, but he wasn't interested in the same things anymore. He could only think about how many calories he was taking in.

Slow down! Your friends already think you're a pig. Was all Sam could hear when he was eating his salad.

He had actually brought his Health book to the table with him, in the back it had the nutrition facts for fruits and vegetables, and he was mentally calculating all the calories that he was putting into his mouth.

Sam didn't realize right away, but Dean didn't bring him an apple and demand that Sam eat it, like he usually did. Sam was grateful, because eating an apple was an extra 80 calories that he didn't need, but it was still puzzling.

In fact, as Sam looked around the cafeteria he didn't even see Dean anywhere, he wasn't at his usual table with his friends, and John would be pissed if Dean was skipping school.

Sam turned his attention back to his friends. Ashley was go on and on about her new diet. "In the morning all I eat is scrambled egg whites and for dinner I just have boiled chicken—"

"Ew! Why?" Lola demanded. "I did rather die fat and happy, because I indulged in a few donuts than have to eat tasteless food."

I bet she wouldn't feel that way anymore if she saw what you looked like without your clothes on...

"My mom takes diet pills so she can eat whatever she wants." Adam said.

Sam head shot up, he tried not to sound too eager when he asked. "Do they work?"

Adam shrugged. "I guess so, she keeps taking them."

Hmm diet pills? That might help you lose weight faster.

"You have to be eighteen to buy them though don't you?" Cameron asked.

I bet you could talk Dad into buying some for you...

"Hey Dad?" Sam called when he and Dean got home; Dean had once again hurried off to his room, saying he had homework to do.

"Huh?" John asked he was obviously distracted with his worry for Dean.

"I heard someone mention something about diet pills at school and I thought it might be a good idea if I started taking some, maybe they'd help me."

"That's a great idea Sam! I don't know why I didn't think of that; make sure you have them at school and taking them in front of your friends—or better yet a teacher! I'm sure it's against the rules to have stuff like that at school, and if they catch you, they'll make you tell them what they are."

"Yeah." Most of what John said had gone through one ear and out the other, but it was clear to Sam that John was going to get him the pills.

"I'm so glad that your taking this more seriously, I'm proud of you for stepping up to the plate."

Sam's heart soared, his father was proud of him.

He'll be even more proud once you drop twenty pounds. If he's proud now, just think of how proud he'll be when he doesn't have a son who could be mistaken for a beached whale.

"There is something we still need to work on though." John said.

"What?" Sam asked.

"We need to figure out is going on with your brother..."

You already know what's wrong with Dean—he hates you!

Everyday that week, Sam had the same thing for lunch a salad, with lettuce, tomato, celery, carrots and cucumber. It didn't taste like anything, but Sam didn't care, he didn't see food as food anymore, he no longer found joy in eating, food was just calories.

Everyday that week he would eliminate one thing from his salad, so at the end of the week he would only be eating a bowlful of lettuce.

He had a set eating plan now: He took a diet pill with every meal; they made him feel wired and slightly nauseous at times. For breakfast, he always had some sort of fruit, usually an apple. For lunch, he ate his bowl of lettuce. In between lunch and dinner, he might have a jell-o cup or half of a 100 Calorie Pack, and for dinner, he had some more lettuce.

He ran twice a day, once before he left for school and once when he got home, and adding that to whatever he did in P.E. made for quite a daily workout.

Dean had barely said a word to him all week, Dean wasn't acting like himself at all, he was wondering around in a fog. When he did come home, which was rare, he went straight to his room and locked the door.

John was worried and so was Sam. And to complicate the situation even more, on Wednesday John announced that he was going out of town to help Caleb with a hunt.

He said that he would be gone before the boys got home from school on Thursday and would be back sometime on Sunday.

When the boys got home Thursday John was gone on, just as he had said and that night Sam decided that is was time to confront Dean.

Sam knocked softly on Dean's door. "Come in." Dean called listlessly.

Sam entered the room to find Dean lying on his bed with his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

"Dean?"

"What'd you want?" Dean asked in the same tune, he didn't even bother to glance at his brother.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Dean replied unconvincingly.

"Dean?" Sam asked in a sheepish voice.

"What?" Dean asked sharply, he was getting annoyed.

"Are...are you mad at me?"

"No, why? Should I be?" He didn't sit up, but his eyes moved to Sam's face.

"Are you sure?"

"Why do you think I'd be mad at you?"

"I thought you were mad at me, cuz I told Dad that you bought that alcohol for your friends with your fake ID."

"You told him that?" Dean asked he didn't seem upset or even interested really.

"No, but I thought that you thought I did."

"What?"

"Never mind... So you're not mad at me?"

"Nope."

"Then why are you acting so weird lately?"

"Am I?"

"Yeah! Dad and I are really worried. Are you sure you're not sick?"

"Yup."

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't sick or anything, but if you're sure your okay..." Sam turned to leave.

"Wait!" Dean called sitting up on his bed. "Can I tell you something?"

Thank you for reading! Some limp Sam next chapter.