Summary: John is walking a thin line. His obsession with hunting will jeopardize one son physically and both sons emotionally. Limp Sam to come.
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Sam scoffed. "'Cause Dad and I often have deep meaningful conversations with each other, where cry in each others arms and share our deepest, darkest secrets."
"I'm serious Sam."
"Okay, I won't."
"I promise I won't tell Dad." Sam recited. "Jeez Dean, what'd ya do? Rob a bank."
"I wish. He'd take that news better." Dean said pausing again to sip his beer. "Drink up Sammy." He urged. "You'll need it."
Sam brought the bottle to his lips—Ah-ah! You did not just throw up all that food for nothing!
Sam set the beer down, fortunately Dean didn't notice. Dean was toying with his own bottle, and occasionally he took a sip. He was so deep in thought; he seemed to have forgotten that Sam was sitting right in front of him.
Sam tried to be patient, but Dean was making him nervous. Sam cleared his throat loudly trying to get Dean's attention. If Dean heard Sam he didn't acknowledge him, he continued to drink his beer.
"I need another beer." Dean announced.
"Oh my god you knocked her up!" Sam exclaimed.
"What?" Dean asked he looked horrified for a second then laughed. "No!"
"Aw, I was kinda looking forward to being an uncle." Sam teased.
"Don't hold your breath!" Dean snorted. He laughed again. "Uncle Sam!" He laughed even harder at the thought of Sam on an old 'Uncle Sam' poster. "Now I want to have a kid just so they can call you Uncle Sam!"
Sam playfully snatched the beer from Dean's hand. "I think you've had enough and you, stop changing the subject! Tell me what it is already!"
Dean looked down at the floor and started to pick at an invisible thread on his pants. "Sam I think I'm in love."
Sam raised an eyebrow, he was pretty sure that he and Dean had already had this conversation. "I know you told me, remember?"
"I'm serious Sam." Dean sighed.
"Okay, so is that the big news?" Sam asked.
"I'm getting to that, just give me second."
Sam got more concerned, Dean didn't usually have problems telling him things. "You're freaking me out a bit, this sounds serious."
"It is serious." Dean replied. "Sam...I think I really love this girl."
"So you said."
Dean ignored him. "Well Sam I don't know how to say it."
"Would you just spit it out!" Sam demanded. He was getting more than a little irritated that Dean kept beating around the bush.
"I don't know Sammy...I just don't want you to feel like I'm trading you in. I just..."
"Dean is that what this whole thing is about? I know your not trading me—"
"That's not all. I'm graduating soon, well me and Betty and well..."
Sam felt his heart pounding; the air seemed to have left his lungs.
"Betty's going away to college in New York and I'm..." Dean paused again. He didn't need to go on Sam already knew what he was going to say, but Dean continued anyway. "...I'm thinkin' about going with her."
If there was anything left in Sam's stomach he would have thrown it all up right there. He stumbled to his feet and ran to the bathroom; he didn't even hear Dean calling his name. He slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it behind himself.
He turned every faucet on that he could the bathtub, the sink. He tried to drown out the sound of Dean banging on the door. He did not want to talk to Dean right now.
How could he do this? Dean had always promised that he wouldn't leave Sam no matter what. Sam could remember Dean's first real girlfriend, Dean had told him that no girl could ever drag them apart. They'd even cut themselves and did a handshake, on Dean's insistence since Sam had said it was pointless, they were already blood brothers after all.
He needed Dean. He needed Dean to reassure him that he wasn't going insane, to help him at least co-exist with John, they had always protected each other and taken care of each other. He needed Dean to tell him that everything was going to turn out all right.
He really hated Betty. Sure logically he know it wasn't really her fault, but she was taking Dean away from him. He didn't care if it was childish, Dean was his first, Dean was his brother, and his best friend...Dean was the only thing he had.
Worst of all, though was the realization that Betty wasn't stealing Dean from him, Dean was going voluntarily, because he wanted to.
He's leaving you. He can't even stand the sight of you anymore. He wants to leave and pretend that you never existed. He's leaving you with John and he's not coming back.
Sam lifted the lid of the toilet and knelt down on the floor, he could still hear Dean in yelling for him to come out. "Go away." He whispered to himself. He stuck his index finger down his throat. Although he was only dry heaving at that point, he didn't care.
He didn't feel quit so sad and betrayed.
Thanks you all once again for reading and reviewing. I can't tell you how sorry I am for the wait. I wish the chapter was longer, but I wanted to get something up ASAP.
My computer had a melt down and had to be sent away to some special computer place in Texas to restore the files. I haven't been able to get on to my e-mail, which had nothing to do with my computer's melt down, just my own stupidity.
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