'He didn't need to act like that. We're gonna have enough problems when dad finds out,' he bitterly thought, before he queitly sighed at the thought of their dad and his own reaction. 'Great, another worry, and another blowout,' he thought.
After about another ten minutes, Jill seemed to competely tire out and sag into Sam's already tear-soaked shirt. The last thought she had before she fell into a troublesome sleep was 'What was she going to do, Dean hates her.'
Once Sam was positive she was asleep, he gently eased her back into the bed and covered her with a nearby purple and orange blanket. As he bent down to kiss her forehead, he wiped away a few stray tears,and quietly left the room.
Once the bedroom door was closed, he let his head fall against the wood, as he closed his eyes. 'What a night,' he thought, as he pushed himself upright. He slowly made his way into the kitchen, making sure to check every one of the salt lines that would keep them safe tonight.
He was just opening the fridge in search of something to eat, when he heard the familiar sound of the Impala's engine pull into the driveway. All thought of eating suddenly vanished as his rage retook control. The 'John Winchester temper,' as many might call it. he shut the refridgerator door and made his way up the front steps just as Dean was slowly making his way up the walk. His head was down and he was feebly kicking a pebble out of his way.
Sam crossed his arms and stood his ground, right in front of the door. He wasn't going to let him in the house if he was going to start anything else with Jill tonight. She just got to sleep, and the last thing she needed was her Jackass-big brother waking her up, because he wants to yell some more.
When Dean make it to the front steps, he raised his gaze to look directly in Sam's eye. They stayed that way for awhile, until Dean broke the silence.
"Sam, I'm sorry for the way I a," Dean began. That was until Sam cut him off with a blow to the jaw. Dean stumbled back afew steps before he reagined his balance. His hand went up to comfort his face.
Sam was in shock. He really hit his brother. His protector. The man that would do anything for him. He was down-right terrified! Dean was going to kill him.
He did his best not to look scared. Instead he clenched his jaw, and made sure his head was being held high.
Dean recovered quickly and would have struck back if it was anybody else. 'Hell, he probably did deserve it,' he thought.
One look at Sam and he could tell he was scared of what his reaction would be. He was trying to hide it, but Dean always had the ability to see right through his little brother, and sister.
"Man, he messed up with that one,' he thought.
"Sam, I'm going to let that one slide, for now. Let's go inside," Dean said, as he started to make his way inside the families current home. Sam stopped him.
"No. I'm not going to let you in this house to upset her anymore than yo ualready have," Sam stated.
Dean pursed his lips and sighed.
" I'm not going to start anything. I'm going to go to bed. We'll all talk about this in the morning," he said, even though the last past sounded more like a promise.
Sam took one more look in Dean's eyes to make sure he was sincere, before he allowed Dean to enter.
Dean opened the door, and like promised, he made his way to his own room, shutting the door behind him.