Chapter 2

(Don't own anything just a dreamer)

"I don't want macaroni!"

"Just eat it Bells. Knock it off!"

Bella bitterly shoves the bowl away.

"We eat all time! NO MACARONI!"

Dean pushes the bowl back in front of her.

"EAT!"

"NO!" She shouts and throws down the bowl.

"Bells! I can't believe you! Man… and that was the last box!"

Bella puckers out her bottom lip and folds her arms about.

"I'm hungry!"

Dean growls at her words as he cleans up the mess.

"Then you should have ATE!"

"No macaroni. Macaroni everyday D!"

"Well princess what would you like?!"

"Kid meal!"

"I don't have money for that. Dad's sending some but it won't be in today."

"I want Hamburger!"

"No Bells, all we have left is cereal."

"No want it!"

"Well tough!"

Bella starts to cry.

"Nuh uh. None of that remember?" He hints looking to the matchbox car.

"I'll take it away!"

She looks to the ground and sucks in a deep breath.

"That's right we had a deal."

She wipes her eyes and stuffs the car safely away in her pocket. Dean shakes his head in thought as both their stomachs now growl. He grabs their jackets hiding his father's gun in one of the pockets. John had been gone for over a week now nearly two.

"Let's hurry it up we haven't all day."

However Dean felt uncomfortable leaving the said nest… but he knew they couldn't stay in this hotel forever.

"Where?" She asks anxiously jumping up and down.

"To get you a burger."

"How?"

"Just let me handle it."

On the way out he picks her up cautiously looking around the parking lot. Visions of what happen to Sam haunt him as he takes a few steps away from the hotel room.

"Ow hurting me D!"

He swallows nervously.

"Sorry Bells." He says loosening his grip just a tad.

Dean makes his way to the highway and luck have it he sees a McDonalds not too far off.

"Ok here goes nothing." He says as he continues to carry Bella making his way to the restaurant.

"Now if you want your happy meal you had better be quiet and let me do this."

She nods against him.

"Thadda girl."

Dean walks up to the register. He begins to think of how to get away with this. The pretty blonde haired girl at the counter leans over smiling at them both.

"Ah, isn't she a cutie."

"Yep she's my baby sister."

"Awww."

"Ham.. burger." Bella squeals.

"Um yeah she wants a happy meal and I'd like the um number three."

"Ok anything else?"

"Nope."

"Ok that will be $13.54."

Ok he smiles and starts to dig into his pockets. He keeps in mind not to reveal the gun.
"Oh no…" He pats his pockets.

"No…" He exaggerates and they bring out the food.

Bella tries to get down and reaches out for the food.

"My dad's gonna kill me!" Dean pretends to panic.

"He trusted me to do this one thing. Just one thing! I can't believe this."
"What's wrong sug?"

"I lost twenty bucks. It must've fallen out of my pocket."

Dean backs away from the counter looking around.

"Hungry." Bella whines.

"I'm sorry Bells. I guess we can't get the food after all."

Bella starts to cry and at first he scold her. But he suppresses a smile seeing how it's affecting the girl behind the counter. So he too comes up with some water works of his own, thus, making Dean Winchester's first con. He hugs Bella tighter to him playing it thick.

"I'm so sorry."

The girl looks around and then grabs the food handing it to Dean.

"It's on the house just this one time."

"For reals?" He says putting on a heavy sniffle and wiping his face with the sleeve of his jacket.

She smiles warmly.

"Thank you so much!"

"Don't be so hard on yourself sweetheart. We all do it at one point."

Dean nods and finds him and Bella a seat. He couldn't believe that worked. He watched his sister eat her happy meal and with a big grin about her face. At that point Dean couldn't have been more prideful. It was all because of him Bella got her happy meal after all. For once he felt he had done something right.

"Hey kiddo…"

Dean tiredly wakes seeing the shadow over his bed.

"Dad?" He rises.

"Yes son I'm back."

Something came over Dean he wasn't sure why but he jumped up and clung on to his father. John kisses the top of his head.

"It's ok son." John says hugging him tight.

"Where's Bells?"

Dean motions towards the other bed. Bella was tucked in with her matchbox car, giraffe and new McDonald's batman toy. She never was one for girl toys. She always wanted the boy's toy.

"You did real good son. I'm proud of you."

Dean wasn't sure why but he felt like he might cry. But boys weren't supposed to cry. Sure he cried at the McDonalds but that was to earn his sister a meal. Besides that wasn't real. He watches as John walks over to Bella and kisses her cheek as she sleeps.

"So you're back?" Dean asked meaning for good.

"For now yes son I thought I might take you trick or treating tomorrow."

"Tomorrows Halloween?"

John nods slipping off his boots. Something else occurs to John as he looks around the hotel. He smiles looking upon Dean. He saw the salt around the hotel room and windows. He saw the devil trap Dean had made all by himself. He saw his gun in Dean's jacket. Pride filled John but at the same time the guilt waved over him like a cloud. He hated that Dean and Bella had to live like this. But he knew there was no other way. This was it for them. This was how things would always be. John clears his throat and sits on the recliner patting his knee for Dean to come sit. Dean nods and sits in his father's lap.

"I was wrong Dean."

"Huh?"

John runs his fingers along the locks of his son's hair, fighting the urge to breakdown.

"About Sammy son…"

Dean looks to his father confused.

"It wasn't your fault and never was. These things they just happen. I'm sorry I ever made you believe that. I just didn't think. It's my fault Dean. I should have thought things more thoroughly. I should of…" John swallows it back.

He sits Dean back down in his bed.

"Go back to sleep son."

Dean nods and lays back down he watches as his father heads to the bathroom. He hears the shower start but he'd swear he heard his father crying. He didn't know his father ever cried. Dean quietly snuck out of the bed and leaned against the bathroom door. Sure enough he was right. He knew his father had turned on the shower to mask the sound. Dean closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. He leaned against the bathroom door and he too begins to cry.

"What is trip or treat?"

Dean laughs.

"No it's trick or treat?"

Bella looks to him confused as John's doing his best to put something together.

"It's where you go door to door and people give you candy."

"But you have to say trick or treat." John reminds as he puts on one of Bella's old ballerina outfits as a Halloween costume.

"By the way son your costume is in the bathroom."

Dean narrows his eyes and hops down from the bed and heads that way.

"Um dad?"

"Yes son?"

"All I see is a couple of boxes."

"That'd be it."

"Huh?"

"You're gonna be a robot son."

"A what?" Dean says rolling his eyes at his dad's make shift costume.

"Dad I'm going to be the laughing stock of trick or treaters."

"Nonsense, besides we're leaving in a couple days no one will even remember. You'll also be going back to school."

"Dad please I can't wear that! And why do I have to go back to school?"

"It's that or you too can be a ballerina."

"UGH DAD!"

John winks at Bella as he straightens out her tutu.

"It's not too late to finish out the year Dean."

"Who will watch Bella?"

"Me of course."

"You?"

John nods. Dean couldn't believe his ears.

"Son just put on the costume please and quite interrogating me."

Dean puts on the horrible homemade robot costume.

"I can barely walk dad!"

John shrugs and begins to lead them out the door. He decides to try and find one of the nicer neighborhoods to let Bella and Dean off at while he waited in the truck. Once he finds a decent area he pulls over.

"Just two blocks Dean then you make your way back to the truck understand?"

Dean nods and takes his sister's hand.

"Ok Bells we're going to go up to the door and say trick or treat."

She nods and takes off running towards the door.

"Bells wait!" He warns and catches up to her.

She reaches up and rings the doorbell. She eyes the fake spider and Frankenstein to the corner.

"It's ok Bells it's fake. See?" He says poking at the Frankenstein.

The door opens and this elderly woman comes up to the door with a bowl of candy.

"CANDY!" Bella squeals and reaches for it.

"NO Bells! You've got to say trick or treat and say please and thank you."

"Candy!" She says looking to Dean.

"Yes but you have to say it first."

She nods holding out her bag.

"Tripper trick."

"No Bells it's trick or treat."

The elderly woman laughs. Bella looks frustrated and crosses her arms at Dean.

"I says it!"

"Say trick or treat."

Bella makes a sour face and grumbles.

"Trick or treat."

"There you go see Bells!"

The woman smiles and places a handful of candy in both bags. She looks to Dean.

"If only we all had big brothers like you." She says kindly.

Dean however didn't think he was that good of a brother. He was quick to lose his temper and cursed when he shouldn't in front of Bella. He wasn't sure what to say so he nodded and took Bella's hand. Bella was finally getting the hang of it and they were on the last block making their way back to the truck. However this group of boys that had been following Dean and Bella the last couple of houses. They weren't even wearing costumes yet they were trick or treating. Dean hated that he didn't think it was fair. They were getting louder and rowdier and too close for comfort. Dean was on guard waiting for something to happen. Sure enough one of the boys snags Bella's candy right from her hand and takes off running. The other boys laugh. Dean's entire face grows red seeing that they also knocked her down and she's scrapped her knees.

"D!" She starts to cry pointing to her candy.

Dean hurriedly picks her up and dusts her off. He points to John's truck and tells Bella to run towards the truck. Dean however rips off his costume and turns the direction the boys went and takes off sprinting. He comes across the boys as the three of them are sitting in a driveway splitting Bella's candy amongst them.

"Hey assholes."

They turn and look at Dean and start laughing and go back to what they were doing. Dean approaches the boy that took his sisters bag and knocked her down.

"I said hey ASSHOLE!"

"What do you want kid?"

"To bash your face in! That was my sister you dick!"

"You got some mouth on you kid." Dean notices how they are all taller and slightly older than he.

"Yeah well that's not all I got!" Dean says and punches the kid in the face.

"What the hell. The little jerk hit me!" The boy says looking to his friends.

Dean slams his bag of candy into the boy's crotch knocking the wind out of him. The other two boys grab Dean slamming him back against a fence. One of them holds him back as the other punches him in the gut.

John see's Bella coming up to the truck but alone. He automatically steps out and picks her up seeing her legs are all busted up.

"Where's Dean baby girl?"

She's crying and points towards the direction. John nods and places her in the car seat.

Dean does a move his father taught him breaking out of the boy's hold. He rushes the boy that had been punching him. Dean shoves him against the other side of the fence.

"Shit kid!" One of them yells.

But Dean feels a blow to the back of his head. He turns around to see all three boys have him cornered now. The one that shoved his sister down punches him in the face. Each begins to take turns knocking Dean around. Dean reaches into his jacket and takes out his father's gun. He fires a round in the air.

"HOLY SHIT THAT KID HAS A GUN!"

Dean narrows his eyes and aims it towards them. They take off running.

"Dean!"

Dean turns to see the truck and his father rushing towards him.

"Put the damn gun away!"

Dean looks to his father and then the gun. His eyes widen realizing what he's truly done. He drops the gun. John quickly scoops him and the gun up and rushes back to the truck. John burns rubber getting away from the area quick as possible.

"What the hell were you thinking son?!"

John however turns seeing his sons beat up face.

"Damn Dean…" He says shaking his head.

"D!" Bella says peeking over and she starts to sob.

"D hurt!"

"I'm ok Bells."

"Jesus Christ son you ever pull something that stupid again…"

"They hurt Bells dad they fucking deserved it!"

John slams on the brakes causing Bella to cry harder and Dean to jump.

"You watch your damn mouth kid! And yes I agree those little sons of bitches deserved a good beating! But what you did Dean what you did could have gotten you in freaking juvy or worse. Dean you could have killed someone! Why the hell were you even carrying that gun on you in the first place? I'm back there's no need for you to carry this now."

"And for how long dad huh? A few days? Months?" Dean says and starts choking on some of the blood that got in his mouth.

"Jesus son."

John gripped the stirring wheel tightly. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You know that's not my choice."

Dean shakes his head looking out the window.

"There are things I have to do Dean. People count on me."

"And what about us dad?"

John sighs.

"I trust you Dean."

"She needs you!" Dean shouts at his father.

John shakes his head and starts the truck back up.

"I just wanted to scare them." Dean softly mutters.

"I wasn't going to shot them…" Dean quickly wipes his face so his dad won't see him cry.

"I know son. I know."

Neither Dean nor John say another word to each other as he doctors up his son's face. Once he's done he cleans Bella's busted knees and kisses them both. John gets them ready for bed and tucks them both in. He thinks to himself as he watches them sleep. Bella begins to whimper in her sleep and John tiredly rises from the chair. He lays beside patting her belly as she sleeps.

Dean wakes and rolls over seeing his dad and Bella are still asleep. He takes a shower and begins to pack knowing his dad will want to leave asap. He wondered which town they were going to next. How long he'd be going to school this time. More than anything though he wondered just how long his father would stick around for this time.