Thin Line
Chapter 8
Summary: John is walking a thin line. His obsession with hunting will jeopardize one son physically and both sons emotionally. Limp Sam.
Warning: Touchy subject!
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AN: The next update might take a while...it really depends on whether I can talk anyone into going to Disneyland (aka the most magical place on earth) with me.
I'm thinking about posting a new story, but I want to get a few more chapters done first, since I finally finished one of my stories I guess it would be okay.
Enjoy...
"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?"
Sam spun around to face Dean, but swayed violently.
"Sammy!" Dean hurried over to him and grabbed on to his shoulders to steady him. "Here come sit down." Dean led Sam to the bed and sat him down. Sam squeezed his eyes shut in the hope of making the room stop spinning, but it was futile. "Are you okay Kiddo? What was that all about?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam said he wouldn't tell Dean, but he had been having these dizzy spells since Monday. "I just...I probably just need some water."
"Or maybe some food, huh? What have you had to eat today?"
"I, uh, I had plenty to eat." Sam lied so far he had eaten an apple and about two cups of lettuce.
You've had more then enough to eat.
"Really, I probably just haven't had enough water."
Dean looked unconvinced. "Lay down for awhile, you look like your about to collapse." Dean said taking in Sam's pale face, Sam was getting so thin Dean hated this. He was upset at himself for being so distracted that he had forgotten about his brother.
When Sam didn't lay down on his own Dean forced him to. "I'll be right back." Dean left the room and came back a few minutes later with a cup of orange juice and a glass of water. "Here." Dean handed Sam the orange juice first.
You can't drink that Sam, those are just more calories that you don't need.
"That's okay Dean; can I just have some water?"
"I think you need some sugar."
You do not need sugar.
Sam tried to come up with an excuse and he shouted out the first thing that came to mind. "Dad said I should just drink water."
Dean sighed and set the juice aside. "Fine." He handed Sam the water, which Sam quickly drank. Dean pushed Sam's long bangs aside and laid his hand in Sam's forehead. "You don't have a fever..." Dean muttered to himself.
"Thanks for the water Dean, sorry about that... I feel much better now."
Dean still looked worried. "You should rest for a while."
No you shouldn't, you'll burn more calories if you move around.
"I'm fine Dean really, I think I should get up, I need to go for a run—" Sam started to get up but Dean pushed him back down.
"No you don't! You need to rest, so either drank the juice or lie down."
Sam sighed and laid back. "Fine." The brothers were silent for a while. "So are you gonna tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"Whatever it was that you were gonna tell me."
"Oh that." Dean eyed Sam skeptically. "I don't know..."
"Aww, come on Dean please? You know you can tell me anything, is something bothering you? Are you in trouble or something? Is that why you're acting so weird? Are you sure you aren't sick?—because if you are we should tell Dad and he could take you to the doctor."
"Settle down Sam." Dean said he sat on the edge of the bed, he was turned towards Sam, but he was looking down at his hands. "I'm not in trouble and I'm not sick."
"Then what's wrong?"
Dean sighed and paused for a moment. "Nothings really wrong, just..." Dean trailed off again.
"Come on Dean, I'm worried about you. You've always said that you trusted me, I promise I won't tell." Sam poked his brother in the arm so that Dean would look at him and then gave Dean his very best pout, complimented that his big puppy dog eyes and the fact that Dean was worried about him made his request undeniable.
Dean rolled his eyes Sam had cracked him like an egg. "You don't need to worry...I just, I--"
"Spit it out Brother!"
"I'm in love." Dean finally blurted out; his face turned a deep shade of red and a turned away from his brother.
Sam blinked; well that wasn't exactly what he expected. "You're—love? Dean are you sure?" Sam asked after a long pause.
"I'm sure, I can't think straight, I can't concentrate...I think about her all the time, she..." Dean had a goofy smile plaster across his face and he was staring dreamily at nothing.
"I thought there was a law in your 'girl rulebook' against falling in love? You've told me at least a million times 'don't get attached'."
"I thought so too."
"Who is she? Do I know her?"
Dean shrugged. "Her name is Betty May—isn't that a pretty name?
"Yeah, I guess."
"But everyone just calls her Betty. She's...so awesome..."
"Have you slept with her?"
"No."
Sam looked surprise. "Have you asked her on a date?"
"Nope."
"Well why not?"
"She hates me." Dean said with a fond smile.
"She...hates you?"
"Yup."
"How do you know?"
"She called me a man-whore and then she told me that I better not have given any of her friends STDs."
"Ouch!" Sam laughed. "Why do you like her again?"
"I don't...I love her."
"Right, sorry. Why do you love her?"
"She I don't know she's so...sassy."
Sam burst out laughing so hard that he thought that his lungs were going to explode. He rolled off the bed on to the floor and tried to catch his breath.
"What's so funny?"
"You just said she was 'sassy'!" Sam said wiping the laughter induced tears from his face.
"So what? She is and funny, she so funny and smart and pretty and nice..."
"And sassy." Sam snickered.
"Yeah and sassy."
"Is that the only thing she's ever said to you?—that you were a man whore?" Sam asked.
"No. One time she said 'excuse me', because I was standing in front of her locker...she's so polite. And one time she asked if I wanted a piece of gum and one time when I forget my English book she asked if I wanted to look at hers..."
"She sounds nice, except for that whole thing about you being a man-whore."
"Yeah, she wasn't so nice to me after she found out that I'd hooked up with most of her friends, but you know the coolest thing she ever said to me?"
Sam was getting slightly bored with his brother's lovesickness. "What?"
"She said that my car was awesome."
"Did she know what it was?"
"Yup, make and model."
"Well, that's why you're in love with her, Stupid."
"No, Sammy that's not it, you just didn't understand...I get really nervous when a try to talk to her, I stutter and I can't make words come out right. She probably thinks I'm an idiot. This has never happened to me before, I've never been nervous around girls and I've never felt like this before..."
"Why don't you ask her out?"
"She thinks all I want is casually sex."
"Well, last week that was true."
"I know." Dean smiled. "She asked me today at school how much Child Support I had to pay a year."
Sam laughed. "I think I'm in love with her too."
"Keep your paws off, or else I'm telling Lola."
"Thanks for telling me Dean."
"Thanks for listening, Bitch."
"Jerk."
"Hurry up Sammy!" Dean called banging on Sam's door. "Were gonna be late for school."
"Since when do you care if we're late for school?" Sam called back, he felt really strange today, and he was lightheaded.
"Since when do you not care if we're late for school?" Dean countered. "You're the one who always wants to be on time."
"Well, I've decided that we can be late today. In fact, let's just skip school all together."
"What have you done with my Sammy? My Sammy would never skip school."
You're not 'his Sammy' anymore; he doesn't even want to call you his brother anymore.
"Fine, I'm up." Sam sighed. He quickly took a shower and went about getting dressed. However, when he started putting on shirts nothing looked right.
That one is way too small and the last thing you need is horizontal strips...
There was something wrong with every shirt he owned, and finding a sweatshirt was equally as challenging.
Maybe one of Dean's sweatshirts would fit; it would be longer so maybe it wouldn't be too tight.
"Dean, do you have a sweatshirt I can barrow? All of mine are dirty."
"Sure, but it's gonna be huge on you."
Yeah right.
Dean handed Sam a black hoodie, Sam hurried back into his room and pulled the sweatshirt on. He looked at himself in his mirror.
That's as good as it's going to get, unless you can figure out a way to cover up your face.
"I'll be waiting for you in the car." Dean yelled. "Hurry up."
Sam reached down to grab his backpack, which was sitting on the floor, when he stood back up he nearly fell over from the dizziness. He sat down on his bed for a minute, to wait for the lightheadedness to pass, when he heard Dean honked the horn, he jumped to his feet and trotted out to the car, pretending that nothing had happened.
Today was going to suck.
Dean couldn't help but laugh when Sam came out in his sweatshirt. It went passed Sam's hands and nearly to his knees.
"What's so funny?" Sam asked.
You are.
"Nothin'." Dean said.
"Why are you in such a hurry to get to school?"
"Cuz." Dean replied childishly. "What's up with you anyway? You love school."
Sam shrugged. "I guess."
"Is there something wrong at school? Is someone making fun of you or something?"
"No one's making fun of me Dean."
Not to your face at least.
Dean looked unconvinced. "Are you sure, because if someone's harassing you all you have to do is say the word and I'll kick their ass."
"I'm sure." Sam said. "Hey, I know why you wanna go to school so bad..."
"Oh yeah, why?"
"Cuz, you wanna see Betty." Sam declared. "Will you show me who she is?"
"If you really want me to."
"Of course I do. I want to see the girl who can get my brother to go to school ten minutes early."
"Come on Dean I wanna to see what she looks like." Sam begged as he and Dean made their way through the school.
"Then hurry up, she hangs out with her friends in the gym until the bell rings." Dean explained he was walking so fast that Sam had to jog to keep up with his long stride.
"Stalker much?"
"Shut up." Dean stopped abruptly when they stepped inside the gym.
"Jeez! Warn a guy would ya?" Sam narrowly avoided slamming into Dean's back.
Dean didn't pay Sam any mind; he was keeping himself hidden, behind the retractable bleachers in the gym. His eyes were fixed on a group of girls who were sitting on the top row of the bleachers, talking and giggling.
"That's her."
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More limp Sam on the way.
By the way, Dean's love interest is named after my St. Bernard, Betty May, but we just call her Betty. Ha!
I'm generally against girls interfering with Sam and Dean, but she was necessary—I need her to keep Dean's attention diverted from Sam (she is but a pawn)...so I'll do my best to make her appearances as minimal and amusing as possible. :)