Chapter 8
Sam just ran and didn't notice Harmone until she tackled him knocking him down on the ground. When Sam recognized her he attempted to run again but she bared her teeth and claws as a threat and he froze. She quickly shifted back and dressed before sitting down on the ground in front of him.
Sam, Dean's worried about you. Why are you running?
Sam shook his head. I can't go back there. Harmone, don't make me go back. Please.
Harmone blinked. Sam, talk to me. Tell me what happened.
It was my fault. I got him killed. I didn't mean to but he's dead and its all my fault.
Who?
Caleb. He came with us on the hunt and now…
Harmone sighed and shook her head. Sam, it wasn't your fault. Caleb came knowing what he was getting himself into. As a hunter you go into a hunt knowing that that could very well be your last. So you didn't get Caleb killed.
But, dad…
Harmone shook her head. Don't listen to him. No offense but your father is an asshole. Dean told me everything, and I gotta say, that you did an amazing job. Not many hunters can do what you did.
Sam gave her a watery smile. He frowned when he saw her tilt her head. He was about to ask what was wrong when Dean came over.
"There you are. I've been worried about you," He said, giving Sam the sign they came up with for "had me worrying."
Sam ducked his head in an apology. Dean knelt down and ruffled his hair, "S'okay."
Sam, I'm going to talk to Dean for a minute okay?
Sam nodded. He appreciated that Harmone, like Dean, let him know that she was going to talk to someone else. Others just started to talk to someone else completely ignoring him like he wasn't there.
Dean stood and walked over to the side with Harmone, "What is it?"
Harmone shook her head, "Dean, you have any idea why Sam ran away?"
Dean frowned, crossing his arms, "I have an idea but I'm sure you're gonna tell me."
"Your father. He's got that boy so conditioned that everything he does is his fault. He told me before that your father told him that your mother's death was his fault."
Dean blinked, "What? How could it be his fault? He was six months old!"
Harmone nodded, "That's what he said. And when Caleb died…"
"He knew dad would yell at him and blame him," Dean finished.
Harmone nodded.
Dean sighed, rubbing his temple, "He's been pissed at Sam ever since I got attacked by a werewolf. Sam had tried to help and instead of tripping us or the werewolf off, he shot at it, but it attacked me instead," Dean shook his head.
"Does your father know what he did with this hunt?"
Dean nodded, "Yeah. Jim told him and he saw the work Sam did. He just doesn't care. He feels that because Sam's deaf he's a nuisance."
Harmone shook her head. She nodded toward Sam who was tugging on Dean's jacket.
"Hey, hey, watch the merchandise," Dean teased. What's up?
I'm hungry.
Dean chuckled, "Okay. Let's go get dinner."
TBC...
