WOW! I have my first finished story.
Thank you to everyone who has been reading all this time. (A special thanks to all my consistant reviewers, you guys are great. :) )
I hope you enjoy the ending.
Sam looked up and smiled when Dean let Bobby into the hotel room.
"Hey, Sam, how are you feeling?"
Great didn't begin to describe it. He had been released from the hospital the day before, two hours after he was officially out of foster care. He was back in the ratty motel that smelled faintly of gun powder, getting ready to go back to school, and his brother woke him up that morning by throwing a dirty sock on his face. He was in heaven! Dean tossed his coat at him.
"Hurry up, we can't be late."
Sam grinned at his brother who had hardly left his side since he was put in the PICU. He also insisted on walking Sam to school before he returned to his community service. And, since Dean had not put in any hours while Sam was missing or in the hospital, they were guaranteed to be sticking around for at least two and a half more weeks. Sam was glad that he would have more time with Chin-Mae and Molly, but didn't like having to tell them that in three weeks he would probably be halfway across the country.
"Anytime dude …" Dean called from the doorway.
They walked in silence, just like they had before this whole thing had started. When they reached the school, Dean turned to him.
"Will you be alright?"
Sam glanced over his shoulder and saw Chin-Mae waiting for him by the door.
"Yeah, I'll be okay."
Dean nodded, scanning the area like he always did.
"I'll be back here as soon as school lets out. Stay out of trouble."
Sam gave him an inquiring look.
"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?"
Dean smirked and pulled him into a headlock, messing up his hair.
"Dean!" he whispered, so he wouldn't bring attention to himself, "let go!"
When he finally did Sam lost his balance and almost fell face first into a bush, but Dean caught him by the back of his shirt.
"Dude, that was pathetic. You really need to step up your game."
Sam glared. He may have a cast, but he was still a Winchester. Whipping around, he had Dean pinned on his back in seconds.
"Or not ..." Dean chuckled.
Sam looked up in time to see Molly barreling into him, knocking him off Dean so he was laying on the sidewalk with the kid on top of him.
"Oh Sam, I'm so glad you are okay! The hospital wouldn't let us come see you! But now you're here!"
Sam forced a smile, but, based on the look on his brothers face, knew he would never be allowed to live down the fact he was just taken down by a five year old girl.
"Molly, be careful!" Chin-Mae scolded, running towards them, "he just got out of the hospital, for crying out loud."
"It's fine, Chin-Mae." Sam grunted.
Molly got off and Dean pulled him to his feet.
"Well, I better get going. Be good, Sammy."
With one last perimeter scan, Dean took off down the street.
"Where is he going?" Molly asked.
"He has … some things to take care of."
She looked like she was going to asked more questions, but was cut off by the bell and the trio rushed off to their classes.
John tapped his finger on the Impala's steering wheel, wishing he could see through brick walls. Though he didn't take his eyes off the building, he was well aware of the young man's approach long before he slipped into the back seat.
"Hey, John, how's it going?"
They sat in silence for a few minutes while John eyes swept the area before returning to the building.
"You know John, staring at Sam's school won't make him come out any faster."
"I'm not picking him up today."
"I'm trying to figure out if I should be relieved or concerned with that."
Before John could respond the lunch bell rang and kids poured from the building. It didn't take him long to pick out Sam, the only one with a black cast on his arm. He watched his son walk over to a bench with Chin-Mae to eat their lunches. He could almost hear their laughter from the car.
"John … I'm not sure how healthy it is that you are … um …"
John silenced him with a single look. He give a d#&% how "healthy" it was, he was going to make sure his son was safe. He was not going to risk loosing him again.
"Never mind … So, where's Bobby?"
John's eyes shifted back to Sam.
"Keeping an eye on Dean."
"Wouldn't someone notice a man following a group of teenagers cleaning the highway?"
"It will be good practice."
He bit back a laugh.
"No …" he chuckled, "for Dean. See if he notices Bobby tracking them."
John looked in the review mirror and caught bewildered look on Henry's face.
"No offense … but a hunter's life is strange."
"You just noticed?"
They fell back into a comfortable silence, watching Sam play cards with Chin-Mae while they ate.
"So, did you and Bobby find the cabin?"
John's mood darkened.
"I'll take that as a yes."
John was grateful that Henry didn't pry. He didn't want to talk about the place where Sam had been held. The iron cage, the red tipped knife, the bloody wire used to bind him … no one should ever have had to go through that, much less a kid.
"Sorry … I guess I'm not really good at small talk."
John wasn't really in the mood to talk. He was content to just keep an eye on his boy.
"Okay … I should get going. I have a meeting I need to be at. Will you be okay here?"
John shot him a brief glance.
"Right … dumb question … so, I guess I'll see you at dinner then. Try not to creep anyone out, I would hate to have got the abuse charges dropped so you could get the cops called on you for scaring a teacher or something."
John smiled as Sam won a round of what looked like "Old Maid".
"Don't worry … I won't get caught."
"Riiiiiight. See ya later John."
Henry got out and moved over to his own car. Sam looked up when the engine started and locked eyes with John. He jumped up and ran over to the fence, leaving behind a confused looking Chin-Mae. John got out of the Impala and rested his elbows on the roof.
"Dad, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?"
"No, Sammy, everything is fine."
"Then why are you-" a look of understanding crossed his face. "I'm okay, Dad. You don't have to sit out here all day."
John smiled, but didn't move.
"Go back to your lunch, Sam."
Sam headed back toward the bench, when Chin-Mae was waiting. Pausing just a few steps from the fence, he turned back toward John.
"Are you picking me up today?"
"No, Dean will."
"Where will you be?"
"Caleb called … "
John stopped when he saw the look of disappointment spread across his son's face.
"Hey, he just needs help for a couple of hours. I'll be back for dinner, I promise."
Sam nodded, but didn't look convinced. John could kick himself for the number of times his promises fell through, but there were some things that he couldn't change.
Dean lean against the fence scanning the crowd of kids hanging around the yard, keeping an eye out for a mop of brown hair and a black cast. He didn't see his brother … but he did see Molly coming his way at top speed.
"Dean!" She squealed, "you have to help Sam!"
That's all he needed to hear. He took off in a run in the direction the five year old had come from. What he saw gave him a strong sense of deja vu. Sam was standing between two kids, about Dean's size, and staring up Freddy. Chin-Mae was behind Sam, holding his arm.
"Get outta my way Gimpy," Freddy threatened. "or I'll break your other arm!"
"Leave him alone." Sam growled.
Dean saw one of the two flanking his brother move behind Sam, who kept his eyes on Freddy. He raised up his hands, ready to club Sam, when Dean changed his mind with a fist to the stomach.
"You even THINK about hurting my brother again …" He whispered.
"Dean, no." He looked up and saw a twinge of fear in Sam's eyes. "Please … just stay out of this."
He wanted to say "h&^% no", but couldn't risk throwing his brother in a panic. So, with a icy glare at Freddy, Dean stepped back into the crowd. Freddy, who had paled upon seeing Dean, looked smug and, before Sam and finished turning around, shoved the smaller boy to the ground. Dean clenched his fists, longing to wipe that smirk off the bully's face … when he found he didn't have to.
"FREDRICK ELROY GREEVES! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!"
All color drain from his face when he turned to the adult that had just entered the circle of students.
"D-Dad!? W-what are YOU doing here!?"
The man stood tall over his foster son, with a look similar to John's, but not quite as scary … to Dean anyway. Freddy was starting to trembled as he stammered over excuses of why he had pushed Sam.
"W-we were … we were just … it was just a game … honest!"
"Is this the same 'game' that made Chin-Mae hurt his arm?"
"It's not like it was broken or anything."
"But Sam's was," Norman said firmly. "You know the rules about physical contact, Freddy. Now get in the van. Your mother and I will discuss your punishment later."
"B-but Dad … !"
He looked over at Sam, while Dean helped him to his feet.
"I'm sorry Sam."
"It's okay, Mr. Banister."
Norman smiled a little and followed Freddy to the waiting van. Chin-Mae stepped toward them.
"You really okay Sam?"
"Yeah, I've had worst."
Tell me about it, Dean thought to himself, I WISH schoolyard bullies were Sam's biggest problem.
"I guess Freddy won't be causing trouble anymore." Molly pipped up.
Dean had almost forget she was there.
"Let's hope so." Sam agreed.
Dad was late getting home that night, but Dean forgave him when he showed up with a couple of large pizzas.
"How was the hunt, Dad?" He asked, with a mouthful of pepperoni.
"Simple. Went really quick, once we were sure what we were dealing with."
"What was it?" Sam asked, helping himself to another slice.
"Oh, just a low level pagan god. No big deal."
"Don't you have to destroy something to kill those?" Sam wondered.
"Depends on the type," Bobby answered, "some have a sacred objects they are bound to, other can be staked with certain kinds of wood."
"So, a silver stake wouldn't have any effect?" Dean asked.
"No, it has to be wood. But you need to make sure you have the right wood for the right god."
"And it's through the heart, right?" Dean prodded.
"Doesn't have to be, as long as it's a fatal wound," John replied. "Stabbing them in the neck might work just as well."
Dean nodded an returned to his dinner.
"Henry?" Sam sounded concerned.
Dean glanced up to see a strange look on the lawyer's face.
"I'm fine … it's just … I'm not used to the dinner conversation revolving around how to kill things … in detail …"
"Look on the bright side," Dean grinned, "At least we didn't talk about-"
"Dean …" John warned.
Henry smiled, pushing away his plate.
"It's fine, I was done anyway. Oh, and speaking of being done …"
He rifled through his bag before handing an envelope to John.
"… I believe this is yours."
Dean watched curiously as his dad pulled out a check and his eyes grew wide.
"Henry … how … ?"
Dean peered over his dad's shoulder. His eyes almost bugged out of his head when he saw the amount of zeros.
They had just handed a half a million dollars!
"Where did you get that!" Sam asked, equally shocked.
Henry's smile widened.
"You didn't think I was kidding about suing child services, did you? Just … try not to spend it ALL on ammo."
Sam shuffled his feet, staring at the ground. The worst part of making good friends was always having to say goodbye. Molly had wrapped her arms around his waist, crying, until Maria finally manged to pull her gently into the van. The other kids had kept it short and sweet, he even got a grumpy "bye" from Freddy, but now only Chin-Mae was left.
"I'm really gonna miss you." his old roommate said awkwardly.
Sam mumbled an agreement. He was the only best friend Sam had in a long time, and they were always the hardest ones to leave behind.
"Will you do me a favor?"
"Sure, Sam, anything."
"Look after Molly for me."
"I promise. And you take care of yourself and keep that brother of yours out of jail."
Sam couldn't help but smile.
Sam heard the Impala's engine, and watched the big black car come into sight.
"I have to go."
"Yeah ... me to."
They fidgeted for a few more seconds, before muttering there goodbyes and heading off to their respective vehicles. Sam sulked in the backseat, staring out the window.
"What's up, Sammy?"
He looked up to see Dean peering over the seat.
"It's just … I'm never gonna see Chin-Mae or Molly again."
He knew he shouldn't let it bother him, there were not the first friends he would had to say 'goodbye' to, not by far not the last. Still … he really had fun with those two …
"Don't worry about it Sam. It'll all be okay. You'll see."
15 YEARS LATER …
Sam stood in the back, silently watching the people across the room. He knew Dean would be pissed when he woke up to find them 300 miles off course, but after catching the announcement in the paper late last night, he knew it was worth it. He studied the woman who looked like an angel, crowned with a wreath of colorful flowers. The man couldn't have looked happier as he gazed into her eyes. His simple white button up shirt, complimenting her white dress perfectly … they looked so great together. Sam felt his own smile grow as he watched a childhood promise be fulfilled.
"I, Chin-Mae, take you Molly …"
Well, that's it.
Again, I hope you enjoyed it. (I tried to wrap it up as well as I could, note the end.)
Thank you to all who read and/or reviewed. It means a lot to me. :)
COMING SOON! ... "Roses Are Red" (My next story when the boys are young, Sam is 12 and Dean is 16)