Chapter 19
The group headed back to Bobby's, after Sam was discharged the next day, knowing that it probably wasn't a good idea, but they also knew that should John try and come, they'd be protected. When they got to the house Dean took care of Sam and Harmone helped her father in upping the protection.
"Why would John want to kill his own son?" Harmone asked.
Bobby sighed, "I wish I knew sweetheart. John is a troubled and broken man. He hasn't been right in the head since Mary died."
Harmone nodded, "Sam and Dean's mother. The one John blames Sam for."
Bobby nodded, "Yeah. From the way John tells it, she was the love of his life."
Harmone shook her head, "So what? Blaming your son for her death because she died in his nursery? Blaming him so much that he wants him dead? That's just plain idiotic."
Bobby just shrugged.
~~~ADTH~~~~
"It's not fair, Dean."
Dean sighed as he applied the cream to Sam's chest and shook his head, "I know."
"All I was asking for is a chance. Why does dad hate me?"
"I wish I knew Sammy. I mean you're the best person I know. Better than me. And the kindest. It just doesn't seem right."
Sam's eyes filled with tears, "He shot me. My own…" he swallowed the lump of tears in his throat. "My own father shot me. What father shoots his son?"
Dean sighed. He decided to tell Sam about what Drew said. Sammy, I don't know if you remember a hunter named Drew, but he called while we were in the hospital. John called him and told him that if he was to cross paths with you to kill you. And I'm sure he's told a bunch of other hunters too spinning some lie.
Sam's eyes widened and the tears spilled over. He hates me that much? He really wants me dead?
Dean nodded, "Yeah. I just…wish I knew why. I mean, this goes beyond normal hatred. None of it makes any sense."
Sam put his head down before he glanced at his brother with wide eyes. He wants me out of the way. He knows that the only way you'll be free to go to him is if I'm not around.
Well that's not happening. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you Sammy. I promise.
After Dean applied the cream, Sam lay down and promptly fell asleep. Dean sighed, running his finger through his hair.
"How is he?" Harmone asked softly.
"Devastated. I don't blame him. It's not fair."
Harmone shook her head, "Nope. And it sucks. I just wish I knew what to do."
Dean looked up at her, "You and me both. I'm supposed to protect him. How can I protect him from his own father?"
Harmone had no answer.
~~~ADTH~~~~
John had gotten off the phone with a few other hunters, giving them some sob story that he figured some would believe and some wouldn't. He also knew the ones that knew the boys, especially Jim, would have a hard time following through with killing Sam. John shook his head; he knew that sooner or later, he'd have to be the one to do it. He'd have to kill his own son. Of course, it wasn't like he'd have a problem doing it. Every time he looked at Sam all he saw was his wife's murderer so it wouldn't be hard at all for John.
Logically, John knew that Sam didn't actually kill Mary, but if the demon hadn't been in his nursery, hadn't been…doing what he was doing to Sam, then Mary wouldn't have gone in there and she wouldn't have been killed. But still, she died in his nursery, on his ceiling right above the crib. So, John gathered his things, first Sam and then the demon.
~~~ADTH~~~~
When Sam awoke he found himself alone. Yawning, he went in search of his brother and found him sitting at the kitchen table across from Harmone as they cleaned weapons. Sam rubbed his eyes and softly padded over to Dean and wormed his way onto his brother's lap the same thing he always did when he was younger and was distressed. For some reason sitting on his big brother's lap made him feel better. He didn't care that he was eleven years on in the lap of a fifteen year old nor did he care that Harmone was watching him.
Dean didn't mind. He had a feeling that when Sam woke up he'd be like this. It was his normal reaction. He kissed the top of Sam's head and went back to cleaning the gun he was working on. He saw Harmone watching them and he gave a slight shake of his head as if to tell her not to mention it. Harmone nodded and went back to the weapon she was cleaning. After a few minutes, he stroked Sam's arm to get his attention.
"Hungry?"
Sam shook his head. Dean sighed but nodded. Sam continued to stay that way even when Dean was done cleaning the weapons. Even when Bobby came in the kitchen, did he not move from his brother's lap.
Dean looked at Sam, "Hey, wanna go for a walk?"
Sam hesitated. Dean frowned, "What's wrong?"
What if dad's out there waiting for me?
Dean stroked his brother's hair, "Then I'll protect you. You trust me to protect you right?"
Sam nodded. But Dean…
Dean looked at Bobby before he shifted his brother in his lap to look at him as he signed. Sammy, I've told you before it's you and me against the world. If it happens that I have to kill dad then I will. Nothing and I mean nothing, will harm you so long as I'm around. Understand?
Sam nodded. Sam slid off Dean's lap and went to grab his jacket. When he came back Dean smiled and they headed out the door.
~~~ADTH~~~~
John made a couple more calls while he was on the road. He had a feeling that seeing as it was Thanksgiving and all Sam and Dean would go to Bobby's and when he made his final call it was confirmed. He headed to South Dakota figuring it would be the perfect time to take Sam out as it would only be the four of them including Bobby's daughter.
~~~ADTH~~~~
When Dean brought Sam back to the house he was only slightly shocked to find it full of people. That's when he remembered it was Thanksgiving. Sam looked at him expectedly.
Bobby invited some people over for Thanksgiving.
Sam nodded and said he was going to take a shower. Dean nodded and headed to the kitchen.
"Bobby?"
Bobby looked up from where he was basting the turkey, "Hey Dean. Surprised?"
Dean nodded, "Yeah but I think Sam is more surprised. Who are all these people?"
Bobby chuckled, "We'll wait for Sam and I'll introduce you both."
Dean nodded again and went to check on his brother. Several minutes later Dean was walking downstairs with Sam and they bumped into someone.
"Sorry," Dean mumbled.
"Nonsense son. I should've been looking where I was going."
Dean looked up and frowned. The guy looked slightly familiar, but he wasn't sure if he had met him before. The guy stuck out his hand.
"William Harvelle. Most everyone calls me Bill though. I hunted with your dad a few times."
Dean shook his hand, "Nice to meet you. This is Sam."
Bill nodded and then pointed, "Nice to meet you Sam. That over there is my wife Ellen and our twelve year old daughter Jo."
Dean nodded and translated to Sam who smiled and nodded.
"There you two are," Jim grinned as he strode up to Dean and Sam with a soda in his hand. "Come here I want you two to meet someone. Sorry Bill."
Bill shook his head and smiled as Jim strode the two boys away from him. Jim brought him over to the couch where a young African-American woman sat.
"Sam, Dean, this here is Missouri Mosley."
The woman smiled, "Wow. John Winchester's boys. Look at you. I've only seen pictures of you two and I must say they do not do you justice."
Dean had been translating everything Missouri was saying and when he finished Sam blushed and gave her a dimpled grin. She was about to say more but just then Bobby called them all to dinner. Sam's eyes bugged out of his head. He had never seen so much food. There was turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, stuffing, gravy, cornbread, collard greens and some other little sides. He looked at Dean and Dean laughed and ruffled his hair.
As everyone sat down, Bobby said grace while Dean translated and then Bill carved the turkey. It wasn't until everyone got full plates that Bobby spoke.
"I'm sure you all are wondering why I invited you here besides for it being Thanksgiving. I don't know how much you all know, or if you had talked with John, Jim I know you have."
Ellen frowned, "Bobby, what's going on?"
It was Dean who spoke next, "Dad wants to kill Sammy."
Gasps were heard around the table and Dean continued, "We're not really sure why. He just…ever since we found out that Sam was deaf, he developed a hatred for him and just felt him useless, but after mom died…I don't know he went off his rocker. He blamed Sam for mom's death, he blamed him for my near death accident with a werewolf and he beat him senseless for Caleb's death despite none of it being his fault. Every time I asked him about it he would say that he's useless, but when he forced Sam to live with Pastor Jim, oh man, this boy worked this skinwalker hunt so well, but dad just couldn't see it. And…" Dean paused.
Bill put a hand on his shoulder, "Its okay son."
"The last hunt we were on…Sam did something that made him brave and Dad…he…he shot Sam. Could've killed him."
Sam swallowed the lump of tears in his throat. He hated thinking about that night.
Missouri cleared her throat, "I wish I knew what was wrong with John. I mean when I told him about what had really killed Mary and what was really there in the dark…he changed. I don't know why he's taken such a hatred for Sam, but I will say this: We will stand behind you one hundred percent."
Everyone nodded their agreement. Dean eyed Missouri and got a bad feeling that she may know more than she led on but he didn't say anything as Sam pulled on his shirt.
"What Sammy?"
Harmone.
Dean glanced at Harmone. Her eyes had changed color and he could see her shifting slightly and he could tell her inner ears were turning, "Harmone?"
Harmone glanced at Dean, "John's here."
TBC...
So how are you all liking this story so far? Do you think John will ever change his evil ways? Accept Sam? Or will his evil ways be the death of him? I'm curious to know your thoughts.
