GUESS WHO'S BACK BACK BACK BACK AGAIN
Imma be real honest: I had the WORST writer's block for this story and I hated it so much lol. I think I got some ideas to keep it going but I think this story is coming to its end and I just gotta figure out how to get it there. To make up for my disappearance, enjoy this hella long chapter.
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On with the show!
"Here we are!" Bobby said, throwing his truck in park and tossing Dean the keys to the front door. "It's nice, ain't it?"
"Are you kidding? This is awesome!" Dean said, accepting the keys and exiting the truck, heading towards the back to start unloading supplies and belongings.
Bobby looked in the rearview and noticed Sam wasn't as eager. "What's up squirt?"
"How long are we staying?" Sam asked, dreading being here already.
"Well, Rufus said we could use the cabin all weekend if ya want."
Sam pouted. He really didn't want to spend his week off at an old cabin in the middle of nowhere. He wanted to be at Bobby's, in his bed, sleeping for eternity. Not here.
With the school year coming to a close, the school was canceled for most of the week for parent-teacher conferences. Luckily for Sam, he had his on the first day, which was Wednesday. Bobby went as Sam's legal guardian and all the teachers doted on Sam... but all had also made some concerns regarding Sam's recent behavior, attendance, and sudden disinterest in classes and schoolwork. Bobby kindly told all of them that Sam was dealing with a lot of personal things at home and that he was working on it. This brings us to now, aka Thursday morning on a road trip to some cabin Rufus owns and letting Bobby take the boys. This one was more for recreational use rather than a hunting hideout.
Bobby knocked on his window, interrupting Sam's sulking. He reluctantly got out of the truck and went around back. Dean tossed him his overnight bag with a smile.
This was going to be the longest weekend ever.
Dean threw open Sam's door. The nice thing about Rufus' cabin was it was at least big enough for each boy to have their own room. "SAAAM!" he screamed, jumping on top of his brother, who was trying to take a nap. "Come on dude! Are you gonna stay in here all day?"
"Yes please," Sam begged from under the sheets.
"Bobby and I were thinking of hiking over to the lake and going swimming," Dean explained, ignoring his brother's request. "Rufus said we could use his fishing gear if we wanted."
Sam didn't move. Dean resumed bouncing up and down on the bed.
"I'm gonna kick you in the balls," Sam threatened.
Dean jumped off the bed and threw the blankets off Sam. "Come on! I got us swim trunks this time." He threw a pair of new red and black striped swim trunks on the edge of Sam's bed. "We're leaving in an hour."
It wasn't a super long walk to the water. Sam hung out by himself behind Bobby and Dean as they talked about god knows what. Fucking nature probably. Bobby brought up the last time he took them out on a trip was when he took them deer hunting a couple of winters back. Dean made a cheap joke about how Sam cried the whole trip because he didn't want to shoot an innocent deer. Sam promptly reminded Dean that he didn't want to shoot the deer either.
There was a little dock that went out into the lake where they set their stuff up. While Sam was busy watching some geese swimming in the water, Dean pushed him off the dock into the water.
"DEAN!" Sam screamed. Dean just laughed and jumped in after his brother. When they both resurfaced, Sam hit him hard.
"Ow Sam! What the hell?"
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
"Sam," Bobby scolded, having witnessed the whole thing. "Come on, your brother's just trying to get you to have fun."
Sam swam to the shore and stomped out of the water. "So he has to throw me in the water!?" he argued.
"I did not throw you!" Dean tried to argue, still in the water. "Fucking baby," he added, muttering under his breath.
Unfortunately, Sam heard him. "What did you just say?" he asked, charging back to the edge of the dock towards Dean in the water.
"I called you a baby!" Dean challenged. Bobby was trying to figure out if this fight was going to go somewhere or if he should interfere.
"I'm not a baby!" Sam said, his attitude somewhat contradicting him.
"You know what? You're right!" Dean screamed. "I should have called you a little bitch!"
Quickly, Sam picked up a rock and threw his arm back to chuck it into the water. Bobby grabbed his wrist, confiscating the rock. "And just what the hell do you think you're trying to do!?" he asked, horrified at the idea of the boys actually murdering each other.
Embarrassed, and a little surprised at what he had just done, Sam ran off the dock up the hill towards the cabin.
"Was that really necessary?" Bobby asked Dean once Sam was gone.
Dean and Bobby didn't stay at the dock long. They didn't catch anything so burgers were the unanimous decision for dinner. Bobby went upstairs to check on Sam while Dean tried to figure out how the hell Rufus' grill worked. He was sick of Sam's petulant attitude lately. It was like no matter what he did nothing satisfied him. Sam asks for space, so Dean leaves him alone for a few days, and then Sam's bitching that Dean doesn't want anything to do with him. Dean comforts him when he's upset, and then Sam is bitching that Dean is hovering and never gives him any privacy. He just couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to ask John if he needed his help on a hunt just to get away from Sam, but then Bobby came up with this trip idea instead.
Bobby returned outside with burger ingredients after his big talking to with Sam. Dean didn't know what Bobby said, but it ended up with Sam marching back downstairs looking like a kicked puppy. Even though he was upset, Sam was grateful for everything that it wasn't John that had seen him snap like that. And even more grateful that Bobby was going to let it go.
After dinner, the sun started to set and Bobby built a fire in the little pit set up behind the cabin.
"You're supposed to roast the marshmallows, Dean, not shove the whole bag down your throat," Bobby scolded, walking out with two beers and catching Dean with his head back, filling his mouth with a couple of the treats.
"I don't have anything to roast them with," Dean said, defending himself.
Bobby bent down next to him and picked up one of the fire tongs, handing it to Dean. Stupid ass kid. He also tossed one of the beers in Dean's lap. "You really gonna try and act dumb?" Bobby asked when Dean gave him a confused look. "You a man now, one ain't gonna do nothing."
Dean smirked and opened the beer. He put a marshmallow on the tong and held it over the fire.
"What did you and Sammy talk about earlier?" Dean asked. "He was pretty quiet at dinner."
Bobby took a sip of his beer. "Ah, I think he's just pissed I forced him to come here. Thought it might be a good idea. If he cries the whole time, that's on him."
The marshmallow caught on fire. Dean blew it out and then put it in his mouth. "SHIT! FUCK! HOT!"
Bobby laughed as Dean spit it out on the ground below him. "That's what your dumb ass gets, idjit."
Dean rubbed his tongue on the hem of his shirt, desperately trying to stop the burning.
"What happened to you?" Sam asked, standing right behind his brother. Both Bobby and Dean were a little surprised to see him out here with them, let alone talking. When neither of them responded, Sam held up the grocery bag he was carrying with them. "You forgot the chocolate and graham crackers," he added, sheepishly, as if he had to give an excuse for his presence.
"Here," Bobby said, grabbing the other fire tong. "Let me show you how to do this right since someone is clearly incapable himself."
Poor Dean started chugging his cold beer, hoping to salvage what of his tongue was left. "Imma getcha back for that one," he told Bobby, offended.
Sam and Bobby kneeled down at the edge of the fire pit. "The trick is to keep it moving, that way you toast it all the way around. Never let it sit in one spot too long or it'll burn and then you'll end up like that." Bobby pointed back at Dean, taking another jab at him. Sam giggled, taking the tong and putting a marshmallow on it. He was a little nervous, but Bobby helped show him how to roast it almost perfectly.
Dean marveled at the scene in front of him. What kind of monster almost kills him with a rock and then acts like nothing happened while roasting marshmallows six hours later?
His shithead little brother, that's who.
Bobby helped Sam take the marshmallow off the tong in between a piece of chocolate and a graham cracker. Sam grimaced at the sticky mess in his hands but quickly got over it as he gloated about his treat in his brother's face. "Ha!"
"Shut up," Dean snapped, loading another marshmallow on his tong and holding it over the flame. This time a little flame appeared, which Dean quickly blew out and mashed between chocolate and a graham cracker. "Ooo I can do it too!" he mocked.
Bobby smiled to himself as the boys continued to make their smores. It was the first genuine good moment in a long time and he knew for a brief second that this was a good idea for all of them.
"Well, I'm off to bed," he said once he had finished his beer. "Don't eat too much. I'm not cleaning up anyone's puke later."
He wasn't sure what time Dean let the fire out and they came back inside, but it was much later than he had expected.
The good energy continued into the next morning. Sam was asking if they could go back to the lake since he felt bad for ruining it yesterday. Since Sam was actually wanting to do something, Dean and Bobby happily said yes.
It was a little colder so they decided not to get wet. They stole Rufus' fishing supplies and set them up at the dock. Bobby showed them both how to string their finishing poles and tie the bait to their hooks. It took a couple of tries for them to get a proper cast-off. Bobby was excited to also show them how to skin and debone a fish for dinner, but neither of them was having it. Sam's convinced Dean actually threw up afterward, even though big, bad Dean denied it.
That night, they set up sleeping bags in the bed of Bobby's truck so they could camp outside under the stars.
"Do you know what we're looking at?" Sam asked.
Dean pointed to a part of the sky. "Well, I think that's the big dipper."
"How can you tell?"
"Cause it... looks like a dipper?" Dean said, very much lacking confidence in his response. Sam busted up laughing. "Dude, I don't fucking know, I'm not an astronaut!"
"Astronomer."
"Oh, whatever!"
On the third day, Bobby took them on a little hike on a trail that looped around the cabin. There was a hill they needed to walk down that was a little too steep, and Sam rolled his ankle, falling to the ground immediately. Bobby and Dean both carried him back to the cabin and loaded him in the truck. The small hospital in town confirmed Sam's ankle was indeed slightly fractured and he would need a cast for a little bit. They wrapped him up and back to the cabin they went. Figuring this kind of cut the trip short, Bobby and Dean started packing up their belongings and loading up the truck as Sam rested on the couch downstairs.
Caught up in the sudden turn of events, Sam started to get upset. He had ruined this trip. He promised Bobby on day one that he wouldn't, and then he ended up ruining it anyway. They were all having such a great time and he was loving spending so much time with Dean. It was like old times again and he didn't want it to stop.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked, noticing his brother sitting on the couch crying as he started carrying bags out to the truck. "Are you in pain?" he asked, dropping the luggage and walking over to his brother. Sam tried to wave Dean off, but Dean kneeled next to the couch anyway. He adjusted the pillows propping Sam's leg up. "Does that help?" he asked hopefully.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Sam continued to cry. Dean sat on the floor in front of Sam.
"What's going on, Sammy?"
"I'm the worst person ever!"
"Why do you say that?"
"Because the trip is over! And it's all my fault!"
Dean sighed. "Sam, I couldn't give two shits about this trip, dude. Why are you so upset about this?"
"Because we were having so much fun!" Sam bawled. "And now we have to go back!"
"You think the fun has to stop just cause we're going back to Bobby's?" Dean asked, confused. "Boy, he'll be glad to hear that."
"It's not that," Sam said, sniffling and wiping his face with his hands. "It was like, here, we didn't have to worry about all the things happening in Sioux Falls. We didn't have to worry about work or school or friends or anything," he explained, "like it was just us again like it used to be."
Dean couldn't help but feel bad listening to him.
"And I know I give you and Dad shit about wanting to be normal," Sam continued, "but I think I hate it. Living at Bobby's was fun at first but I don't think I want to do it anymore. I don't like seeing the same people every day and having everyone know when something's happening. I miss just leaving and never having to worry about people or places ever again."
"I don't think you mean that."
"I do!"
"No you don't," Dean said, moving to the edge of the couch and putting his hand on Sam's arm. "I know a lot of this year has sucked for you, but I promise it's not all that bad, Sammy. You've just never had something constant like this before, so when it got bad, you didn't know how to handle it."
More tears rolled down Sam's face. "But what if I don't want to hunt forever, Dean?" he confessed. "I can't go back to this! I don't know if I want to go back to this."
Dean ran his thumb under Sam's cheek, wiping his tears away. "Maybe you will. Maybe you won't. Maybe you'll grow up and change your mind. Maybe we'll be stuck together forever. Who knows?"
"Do we really have to go back to Bobby's?" Sam asked. "Why can't we just go back on the road with Dad already?"
"If that's what you really want, we'll do it," Dean shrugged. "But I think you've come too far to stop now."
Sam looked away and started picking at his nails. He was unhappy in Sioux Falls, but Dean was right. He finally had the chance to experience what he always wanted and Sam felt he'd never forgive himself if he gave up when he was already so close.
So Sam just nodded his head. "Fine. I'll stick it out."
Dean smiled wide. "That's my boy," he said, leaning over and giving Sam a little kiss on the head. "And if I ever catch you talking shit about my little brother ever again, I'll pound you."
"Nope! I'm wounded!" Sam pointed to his cast. "You can't beat me up for another four to six weeks!"
"What? You think a little bitch ass ankle is gonna stop me?" Dean teased, aggressively tickling his brother.
"Dean! Stop!" Sam said, giggling away.
"Only if you promise to stop being so mean to yourself!"
Sam tried to catch his breath. "I promise! I promise!"
Dean stopped tickling him. He ran his hand through Sam's hair, fluffing it up. "Love ya, bitch."
"Love you too, jerk."
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