E/O Drabble Challenge of the Week
Word: pressure
Word Count: More than 100 for the birthday girls and all my readers.
Age: Sam: 16 Dean: 20
A/N: Okay I want to wish Onyx Moonbeam and Miyo86 a very happy birthday. I hope you two enjoy your special days. Also I am so sorry for posting late- I kind of forgot yesterday was Sunday. Haha. Extra special long chapter for the two of you! I think one more chapter after this though.
Chapter 9
Dean chewed his lip until he could taste the iron of his blood. His father's eyes gazed upon him as paced the room, running his hand through his hair. Dean sat on the edge of the bed anxiously watching his father.
"Dad he won't go far. He'll come back."
John shook his head, "This is not how our lives were supposed to be."
Dean let out a deep sigh.
"Normal lives. Baseball games, soccer practices, riding bikes, home cooked meals, a house! ." John was muttered.
"Dad it's my fault too. I mean I should of watched the kid more closely."
"Dean." John growled, "It's not your fault. Far from it Ace." He paused, "Our lives are different and I can't be the dad I want to be. The dad you or Sammy want me to be."
Dean's body ached and that included his heart. "I know."
"I'm doing my best." John exclaimed, "You know that right?"
John's eyes were wide and pleading. Dean could do nothing but look solemnly at his father because of his eyes. He had light hazel eyes that said every emotion even when he would deny it.
"I know." The young man repeated.
"Good." John said, "I need to talk to Sammy. So please Dean if you know where he would go please tell me."
"The roof. We like it up there." Dean said.
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Sam could see his warm breath through the cold icy air. His head still hurt and now his heart. He knew his dad was a different kind of dad, though he still couldn't face the entire truth of the matter.
"Sam?" He heard a familiar gruff voice.
Turning slowly the young boy found his father standing in the shadows. Half his face glowed in the moonlight but the other half loomed in the shadows.
John waited silently.
"Your never here."
"I know." John said, he took a step closer too his boy.
"You miss everything. Your tuff, stubborn, hard, and angry. You drop me and dean off like were a couple of shopping bags!" Sam's voice rose with each word.
John took another step forward, coming closer, "Only damn thing you care about is getting revenge on the thing that killed mom. Your wasting your life too save her memory!"
The words stung for both of them.
" I can't say I'm sorry. It's what she would have-"
"It's a bunch of shit and you know it!"
Sam stood like an awkward teenager stood, hand in pockets, slouched, head down, long golden bangs covering his eyes.
"Everything I do, every decision I do, is for you and your brother. You two are all I've got."
"Shouldn't that be enough? Enough too stop all this and let it be?"
"I'm too far in. Sam your mother will be avenged. I'm sorry." John was inches away from his baby boy before pulling him into a hug. A sixteen year old is hard to handle but John knows Dean is there too keep him on his feet.
Sam let go and pulled away running and yelling and cursing.
"I hate my life. I hate this. I won't stick too it. I won't be tied down by all this, hunting will not be my entire life like it is yours!"
"Yes it will!" John yelled.
"I'm getting out! I'm going too college!
"No you wont!" John yelled, waving his hands, "That's an order Samuel!"
"Watch me!"
Sam was out of sight and off the roof leaving John too collect his thoughts in the darkness. The pressure was defiantly building and the next few years were not going to be easy- not one bit.
