Thin Line
Chapter 9
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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Sam was trying to see which girl Dean was referring to. "Dean there's like ten girls up there, which one are you talking about?"
"Shhh!" Dean hissed. "Stay down."
He doesn't want them to see you.
"They're not even paying attention Dean, they're not gonna see us. Now, tell me which one she is."
Quite frankly none of the girls looked like Dean's type, they were pretty, some more so then others, but they were somewhat...preppy.
"Guess." Dean said.
Sam did not look amused. "You want me to guess?"
Dean nodded eagerly.
"Are you kidding me?" Sam asked. "Um, I don't...none of them really..." He tried to decide which one Dean would find most attractive. "The tall blond?"
"Nuh-uh. Try again."
"Would you just tell me?"
"Nope."
"Tell me!"
The boys were so enthralled with their argument that they didn't notice a girl walk up. "Hey Dean."
Dean's head shot up, he looked like deer in headlights. "H-hi."
"Who's this? Are you harassing this poor kid or are you trying to get him in your bed too?"
Sam's eyebrows rose in surprise, Dean would never let anyone get away with saying something like that.
"Th-this is my...my—This is my...Sammy." Dean said with a lopsided smile.
Dean's ashamed of you, he doesn't want anyone to find out that your brothers.
"'Your Sammy'?" She asked giving Sam a questioning look. He gave her a shy smile and shrugged while trying to hide behind Dean.
Don't embarrass him you little freak.
"Sorry, he's my baby b-brother, Sam." Dean stuttered. "Sammy this is B-b-bet—"
She smiled brightly at Sam. "I'm Betty. It's very nice to meet you."
So this was Betty, she was small, just over five feet tall with brown eyes and long brown hair, she was pretty, but nothing special. Dean usually went for flashier, easier girls, but maybe Dean had changed.
In Dean's defense, she didn't look quite as preppy as her friends, she wore a polo shirt with her collar popped, well-worn jeans and some sneakers. She did seem genuinely nice, but she really had it in for Dean. Fortunately, she didn't seem to carry that over to Sam.
"It's nice to meet you too." Sam replied.
She has enough manners to be nice to the fat kid.
"Dean? I better get to class. I'll see you after school." Sam said. He waited a moment to see if he would get a response from Dean, but Dean just continued to stare at Betty. Sam shook his head in amusement. "Don't drool on her Dean." Sam patted Dean's shoulder and then turned to Betty with an embarrassed wave. "Nice to meet you Betty."
Betty smiled at him. "It was nice to meet you too Sam."
On Sam's way to the door the dizziness hit him again, he grabbed on to the side of the bleachers for support, his legs felt like jell-o.
"Sam!" He heard Betty soft voice call in concern.
Apparently, that was enough to break Dean out of his trance. "Sammy!" Dean called. The next thing Sam knew Dean was helping him take a seat on the bleachers. "Sammy? Are you okay Kiddo?"
Both Dean and Betty were knelling in front of Sam, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get the room to stop spinning. "'m fine." He mumbled.
"Do you want me to help you get him to the nurse Dean?" Betty asked she was stroking Sam's arm gently.
"No," Sam said firmly. "I'm fine, I just need some water."
"I'll go get some." Betty said hurrying off towards a vending machine.
"Sammy, what's up with you?" Dean demanded, Sam didn't reply. "I think you seriously need to eat more."
Why can't he understand? Food is the enemy!
"I'm not going to eating more. Get that through your thick head!" Sam snapped.
Dean was taken back by not only the sharpness of Sam's tone, but also the statement it's self. Before he could respond Betty handed him a water bottle, he quickly unscrewed the cap and handed it to Sam.
"Are you gonna take him home Dean? I think you should." Betty said.
"I don't need to go home. I just needed some water, I feel fine now." He was feeling much better now that he was sitting down.
Dean looked so confused and his eyebrows were drawn together with worry, he looked from Betty back to Sam, he didn't know what to do. "Sam..."
He doesn't even know what to do with you anymore.
"I'm okay Dean." Sam said more gently this time, but when Dean still looked unconvinced, he added. "Really."
Dean looked at Betty; she gave him an encouraging smile. "Alright, but if you start feeling crappy you'll come find me won't you?"
"I will." Sam agreed. He was excited that Dean wasn't going to push the issue of eating, he jumped to his feet and hurried to the door as if nothing had happened. "See ya!"
Dean watched Sam practically run out the door, he was still concerned. Betty patted his arm. "Whatever it was, he seems fine now..." She tried to console him.
He nodded. "I guess so, I just worry about him."
"I know. You're a good brother Dean." She told him.
"Thanks."
Betty gave him a teasing smile. "So, do you have a rough estimation of how many illegitimate children you had scattered around the country from your various sex-capades?" She asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Dean laughed. "Hell no, I get outta Dodge before those little munchkins start poppin' out."
Betty giggled. "That's just what I expected..."
"Hey Sam...Sam?" Adam called waving his hand in front of Sam's face.
Sam was deep in thought, but was brought back to reality when Lola nudged his arm with her elbow.
"Huh?" Sam grunted well he was nibbling conservatively on a piece of lettuce. "Sorry we're you talking to me?"
"Yeah, we're going to the movies this weekend we were wondering if you wanted to come." Adam asked.
"Oh yeah sure, I'll go." Sam replied. He sat his fork down and pushed the remainder of his salad away.
Brett looked at the container it was still halfway filled with salad, the lettuce was the only thing that had been touched all the other vegetables had been pushed aside.
"Is that all you're gonna eat?" Brett asked.
Sam nodded. "I'm full."
"That's not very much Sam."
Sam shrugged.
Why should he care? He doesn't have to loss twenty pounds in just a few months.
"You don't look so good. Do you feel okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Brett's right Sam, you are kinda pale." Ashley said and the other kids at the table nodded in agreement.
"Maybe you're coming down with something." Lola suggested.
"Yeah, maybe—that's probably it." Sam said.
"Do you feel sick?" Brett asked.
Tell them that it's none of their business!
"Not really, I'm just not hungry." Sam explained his clam tone was tinted with annoyance.
"So, I hear P.E. is gonna be brutal today." Adam said in an attempt to break the awkward silence.
"Do we have to run the mile again?" Lola asked in a whiney voice, Ashley and Adam groaned.
Good, now you can run off all those calories.
"Oh come on, it is not that bad. Right, Sam?" Brett asked.
Sam scoffed. "Yeah, a mile is nothin'."
Dean sat in his Government class, there was a heated debate going on over whether or not the school cafeteria should stop serving unhealthy foods, like pizza and nachos.
Dean didn't feel the need to listen, of course, the cafeteria should continue to sell pizza, this was just stupid.
Dean was busy writing a note to Betty, who sat only a desk away, but the boy sitting in the desk in between them, Edgar, was a notorious tattletale. When he finished the note he looked over at Betty, she lying on her desk with her head resting on her arm and she was doodling.
Dean crumpled the note in a ball, dropped it on the floor, and then kicked it, hoping that the note would make it past Edgar's desk.
Dean let out a sigh of relief when he saw the note come to rest at the side of Betty's shoe. She looked down at the crumpled paper, and then she looked to Dean, and mouthed 'You?'
Dean nodded eagerly and watched was she flattened the note out. He was hoping that she could read his handwriting. It was neater than Sam's was, but that wasn't saying a lot.
She smiled when she read it: 'What are you drawing?'
She tore the paper that she had been scribbling on out of her bender and then made it into a ball, just as Dean had. She waited for the teacher to turn his back to the class before she through it at Dean, hitting him right in the forehead.
"Hey!" He cried aloud.
The teacher spun back around. "Is there something you want to share with the class Mr. Winchester?"
He glared over at Betty who was trying to stifle her laughter and then he turned towards the teacher. "No, Mr. Glass...I just got a paper cut, sorry." Dean said with deliberate sheepishness. He held up his index finger as if to show where the cut was.
"Please try to contain your cries of pain next time Mr. Winchester." Mr. Glass said dryly.
"Yes Sir."
When Mr. Glass turned away from the class, again Dean grabbed the paper Betty had thrown at him. Before he could open the note, the class was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in." Mr. Glass called. The door opened and a boy came in, with an air of urgency he went straight to the teacher.
The boy was dressed in a gray shirt, black shorts, which were assigned by the school for gym class, and a pair of running shoes. It was very obvious that the boy had come for gym class...Sam had gym class this period too.
The boy looked familiar to Dean, but then again they did attend the same school so Dean thought nothing of it. After examining the boy for a moment his hunting instincts kicked in, he couldn't make out the words that were being spoken, but it was every clear to him that the boy was panicked.
Dean's heart sank when he remembered where he had seen the boy before, he was Sam's friend 'what's-his-name'...it started with a 'B' he was sure. The boy's name didn't matter though, maybe Dean was being paranoid, it was probably nothing...
Dean's breath hitched when he saw the boy point to him, he was on his feet and hurrying over to the teacher and the boy even before Mr. Glass could even summon him.
Dean was already sure that something as wrong, but even more so, when Mr. Glass, a normally sarcastic and lighthearted man, called him in relentlessly serious voice. "Dean."
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I apologize for the long wait...
Disneyland was amazing! I ate my weight in churros, caramel apples and Mickey Mouse shaped pretzels, in honor of Sam and I got my picture taken with Chip'n'Dale (the chipmunks—you know the rescue rangers) not to be confused with the Chippendales (male dancers)—but I would be more then willing to get my picture taken with them too;).