Ok well sorry I took like the longest break in the world. Things have been super crazy lately! Anyways I hope you like the chapter and I am still working on this story so there will be more. Hopefully you guys haven't forgotten about it haha. I haven't!
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"Alright we better bust this project out," Dean said opening the paint can and getting the rollers ready. The two brothers worked in silence. Dean occasionally hummed a few bars of some classic rock song.
With the two of them working full speed, it wasn't long before the walls were cotton white.
"Wow." Dean wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow. "That's what I'd call white."
Sam nodded and the corners of his mouth turned up in a little smile.
Satisfied with their work, the two brothers took a seat on the floor of the room.
"So," Dean started, but his cell phone rang out interrupting him.
"Hey Robin," Dean said, answering the phone. "Yeah…that's great…what did I ever do to deserve you?..haha! Ok I love you too. Bye."
"Robin will be late at the diner tonight. She ordered us a pizza. Should be here soon." Dean looked down at his phone after hanging up. "Missed call and a voicemail from your school?"
Dean turned his attention to Sam who was looking at the floor.
"Why is it that I get calls from your school every day?" Dean was clearly perplexed; "You were always the good student. I was the one sticking gum on the teachers seat."
Dean waited for a reply but Sam was silent.
"Sam – "
"It's not like I'm asking for trouble." Sam muttered.
"I didn't say you were. Sam," Dean sighed, "Look I'm not going to say I know what you're going through because, well hell, I have no clue what you're life has been like for the last few years. I do know that it's hard adjusting to this normal-apple-pie life, and I'm sure it's probably a lot different for you than it was for me. I had Sonny. I had Robin. I just hope you know that I'm here for you. For…whatever you need."
"Wow. When did you turn into such a girl?" Sam scoffed, but there was humor in his voice.
Dean gave his little brothers shoulder a playful nudge. He was careful to be gentle.
"Yeah well, I mean it." Dean cleared his throat. "So should I listen to the voicemail or you wanna just tell me what happened today? Wait, I know, you stole some girls purple sweater and refused to give it back."
"I wish," Sam said fidgeting with the laces of this shoes, "there was a little…fire."
"Fire?!"
"It was small. Nobody got hurt. Nothing was damaged." Sam shrugged a little, "well just my shirt."
"Sam, were you burned? Are you ok?" Dean inquired, instantly turning into a mother hen. "Did you rip any stitches?"
"I'm fine."
"Fine? Are you sure?" Dean stood and started putting the lids on the paint cans, "I'll take you to the doctor right now just to be safe."
"Woah! Calm down. I'm fine. Seriously." Sam almost smiled as he watched his flustered brother. Dean used to get so riled when Sam was hurt or in any kind of danger. While it was kind of annoying, it also made Sam feel noticed.
"You're sure?" Dean questioned.
"I'm sure." Sam said looking into his brother's eyes. Those same green eyes that were always so full of love and concern.
The doorbell rang, breaking their eye contact.
"Pizza." Dean said.
Sam's stomach grumbled a bit announcing hunger.
The paint mess was cleaned, the pizza devoured, and the furniture delivered and mostly assembled.
"Well, we got the bed done and that's the most important part right?" Dean asked as they stared at the bed in the middle of the room.
"Yeah," Sam nodded.
The walls probably could use a bit more time before any furniture was pushed up against them.
"It's getting pretty late." Dean said looking down at his watch. "You tired?"
Sam shrugged.
"Yeah, me neither." Dean scratched the back of his head waiting for a thought to come.
"Hey, uh since Robin's not here you think you could show me where you put all my stuff?" Sam asked.
"Oh, right yeah good idea." Dean led the way down hall to the cellar door. The light down there was broken so they used a small flashlight that was kept at the top of the stairs.
"This place isn't asking for a ghost or anything." Sam muttered.
"I have plans to finish this area, turn it into a nice man-cave. But yeah, I see your point." Dean led the way across the room. "Here's your stuff."
A small pile of boxes labeled 'car parts' sat before them.
"Figured Robin wouldn't have any interest in looking through these." Dean said reaching down to open one of the boxes.
Sam also began the process of opening up the boxes and gazing at the contents inside by the light of the dim flashlight.
"Dad would be so pissed if he knew I wasn't cleaning these regularly." Sam said pulling out a sawed off shotgun.
"Well it's not like you've had to use it all that recently."
Sam shrugged.
"Sam, I'm out. I'm done with the life. I never thought I'd hear my self say that but it's true." Dean looked from the box of weapons to his scarred little brother. "You can be done too."
"No."
"No?"
"I'm not done. Not until…"
"Until what? Until you find the thing that killed mom? Because look where that got Dad. Dad nearly drove himself mad trying to find the damn thing. He was obsessed and now you want to ruin your life over it too? You want to die trying to do what? What will completing Dad's mission do for you Sam?"
Dean's heart rate was increasing and he could feel a little pit of anger in his stomach growing just thinking about his younger years with John Winchester.
"I don't remember you thinking Dad was so crazy back when you were hanging on his every word and waiting for orders." Sam shot back. He wasn't about to defend John Winchesters actions, but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to agree with Dean. He wasn't even talking about finding the thing that killed his mom though. Sam just wanted to hunt down this Castiel thing and make sure his cold blue eyes never saw the light of day again.
"That was a different time. It was all I knew. But I never had to be a perfect little soldier. I know that now."
"Is that what your shrink told you?"
"No. Why, is that what yours told you?" Dean was trying to keep his cool.
"Why don't you just shut up." Sam threw his weapon back into the box. "You obviously know nothing about my life."
"And why is that Sam?" As soon as the words left his mouth Dean knew he'd asked the wrong question.
Sam laughed in disbelief. "Seriously? You don't know why you don't know anything about my life? Probably because you haven't been in it. Where were you when Dad pulled me out of school? Where were you when I was left alone in those stupid motel rooms for days with no money for food because Dad left too drunk or distracted to think about what I might need? Or worse, when I was dragged along and forced to kill. I was just a kid. You weren't there to save me when I was drugged by the djinn. You weren't there when I got turned by a vampire and Dad almost put me down. You weren't there when I was being roasted alive by witches. I could go on but I think you get the point Dean. You just weren't there. Ever."
Dean's mind about to explode with this new information. He wanted to ask about all these hunts; when they happened, how Sam was still alive…and human. But he didn't have time to ask because Sam started right back up again.
"Did you ever even stop for a second to think about what your abandoning us might mean for Dad or for me? Or were you too busy kissing your girlfriend and winning your stupid wrestling championships to stop for one damn minute to think about us?"
"Don't act like you never heard from me once in these past five years." Dean didn't like being accused of abandoning his family, but he couldn't help but feel a little pang of guilt. He had asked for his dad to come back for him. It wasn't his fault that John never came back. "I left countless messages for Dad on any phone he had ever used. How was I supposed to know which grungy motel or vacant house you and Dad were holed up in? Dad knew where I was. He could have come back for me at any point in these last five years. So why don't you tell me why Dad never came back. I may have been the first one to create the distance but you and Dad were the ones who kept it that way."
Sam opened his mouth to respond but refrained from saying anything when he heard the front door open upstairs.
"That's Robin." Dean said in a whisper closing the box.
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