AUTHORS NOTE: HEY PEOPLE! Ok so I wanna tell you guys about an idea I'm having for this story; what would you guys think if there was a sequel to this? Now I cant tell you much about it other then it will be around four years in the future from where this story is taking place now. So what do you guys think? Would you read it?
But anyway here is chapter 16. ENJOY!
Chapter 16. Walls. Johns Pov.
I feel like a horrible father; we've been driving for two days and Dean is just miserable. He cant get comfortable, he always has to pee, he's having all sorts of cramping shit, and he's afraid that his kids are gonna die. I want him to be safe, but I didn't want him to be tortured while trying to save him.
"Dean do you need me to pull over at the next rest stop?" I ask, seeing him shifting around in his seat for what seems like the millionth time.
"Surprisingly no." he says quietly, sighing as he leans back in his seat. "I hate this fucking car." He mumbles to himself.
"Well we couldn't really take a totaled Impala." Sam states from the back seat, and I give him a warning look through the rear view mirror.
"Do you want us to pull over somewhere so you can ride in the van with Bobby?" I ask, seeing Dean roll his eyes.
"Not like that's gonna help."
Me, Dean, Sam, and Bobby have been traveling in two vehicles; one stupid old ford torus and a beat up mini van. Dean stated that we couldn't take just one car because soon there wouldn't be just four people but seven; god seven people….I'm gonna be a grandfather…I never thought I would get to have grandchildren, let alone having Dean be the father of them. I feel bad for thinking this but I always thought that if for some off chance I would have grandkids that they'd be from Sam. But even though they were conceived from a horrible situation I'm glad that Dean can have a family.
"How much longer do we have to drive?" Dean asks thirty minutes later, rubbing circles into his stomach with both hands.
"Braxton hicks?" I ask and he nods with a slight hiss; my heart clenches with guilt. Yes we have stopped several times but we haven't actually stopped at a motel to rest, he has to be miserable. I look at the time, 5:32 PM, and realize that it would actually be a great idea to stop for a while.
"How about we stop at a hotel somewhere? We all deserve to rest for a day or two and we traveled pretty far." Dean looks at me with relieved eyes and I know that I'm doing the right thing.
"That would be great." He says and I smile. I take my phone out of my pocket and look at Sam through the rear view mirror.
"And you can stretch out better." I look at his casted leg on the bench seat and bite my lip; not only is Dean miserable but Sams gotta be pretty uncomfortable.
"Thank God." He mumbles and I chuckle lightly as I call Bobby.
"Hey Bobby."
"Are we pulling over again?" He asks.
"I think it's a good idea if we stayed in a hotel room for a little while, we all need a break."
"Some dirt ass cheap motel room or holiday inn room?" He asks and I laugh.
"I think we all need someplace nice to stay." As I say this I look at Dean through the corner of my eye.
"Is Dean miserable?" He asks and I sigh.
"Yep."
"I knew he wouldn't be able to handle this."
"Yeah I know that Bobby." I see a sign ahead that shows a Holiday Inn at the next exit. "Exit fifty six has a hotel, we'll meet you there." I hang up my phone and put it back into my pocket.
"When will we get to that cabin?" Sam asks as I drive onto the off ramp.
"After staying at this hotel we should have a good fifteen hour drive left." He nods his head as I turn right into a small looking town, seeing Bobby's van behind us. A few minutes later I pull into the Holiday Inn parking lot and park by the office. I turn off the engine and crack my back. "I'll be back in a few minutes." I nod to Dean and head out of the car and into the office.
"Welcome to the Holiday Inn, how may I help you?" an overly chipper man asks, and I bite back a groan of annoyance.
"I'd like a room for four people please." He types random shit into his computer and makes an 'uhu' noise.
"Well we're pretty full so the best I can give you is a room with two kings in it; is that ok?"
"Yeah sure." I fill out the paper work, signing my name as Mathew Hernandez, and about six minutes later I'm walking out of the lobby with two key cards to see Dean standing outside of the car with Bobby.
"Got us a room John?" Bobby asks as I approach them and I nod, holding out the key cards.
"We're in room one thirty; it's by the lobby." I look at Dean for a moment. "Is everything ok?" Dean looks at me and nods, leaning against the side of the car.
"Yeah I just needed to stand up." He pushes himself off the car and grabs one of the key cards from my hand. "One thirty?" he asks and I nod.
"You walk through the lobby and it should be on the right side somewhere in the hallway." He nods.
"K cool; I really gotta go so I'll meet you guys in there." And with that he quickly walks to the front door.
"Do you notice something different with him?" Bobby asks once Deans inside.
"Other than him being uncomfortable all the time not really; why?" He sighs.
"His waddling is worse and I can tell that he's hiding something that has nothing to do with all of this." I narrow my eyes in question and he raises his hands defensively. "Hey the kids been living with me for a few months, it's hard not to notice shit like this." I hear the car door slamming behind me and I turn around to see Sam leaning heavily on his crutches.
"Can we go to the room please?" He asks tiredly.
"Yeah sure." I go to the trunk and open it with my key; grabbing three duffle bags and handing one to Bobby's outstretched hand. "So the room has two kings so we're all gonna have to share with someone." I slam the trunk shut and lock the car doors. "Do you mind sharing with Dean Bobby?" I ask and he shakes his head. I don't think it's a good idea for Dean and Sam to share a bed right now and it's not gonna be like I'll be sleeping much anyway.
The room is really clean, which is a nice luxury based on all the shitholes I've stared in over the years. As I set the duffle bags on the bed I hear running water coming from the bathroom.
"You doing ok in there Dean?" I ask, knocking on the door lightly. The door opens a few seconds later to show Dean.
"Yeah I'm fine." He gives me a fake smile and I get a better look at his eyes. Shit Bobby was right. Every time I've looked into his eyes in the last two days they held panic and discomfort, but now he's closing himself off. Just Fucking great. He walks around me to lower himself on one of the beds. He moans in comfort and lays back with a sigh of content, resting his hands on his stomach. "Great room choice Dad."
"Yeah anything is better than that stupid car right now." Sam says as he stretches his casted leg out in front of him on the other bed.
"Well I got us the room for two days so enjoy it while you can boys." Bobby nods to me and I can get the silent 'good job John' loud and clear. "I saw a Chinese place across the street, who wants food?" I get a chorus of yeses and I chuckle. "Well I guess I'll be getting us some dinner, I'll be back in a bit." I pocket one of the key cards and walk out the door.
I've got two days to get Dean to open up; let the games begin.
END OF CHAPTER! So what did you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Please review and let me know! The next chapter will have Dean opening up about stuff than after that it will be all angsty drama so don't worry people, good stuff will be coming up soon:)