Me: Hey my Supernatural loving friends, I have another story for your viewing pleasure.
Max: Alright! Hey Rogue? What happened to the other story we were working on?
Me: Max, you saw that I deleted it.
Max: What Why?
Me: Because I needed to rework it. I'll put it back up later. Anyway can you tell our readers what this is about?
Max: Okay so Sam is like deaf? and he just hates the fact that-
Me: *smacks Max* Forget it
Summary: Sam has been deaf since birth and lately he's starting to feel left out. John treats him like he's useless and he wants to prove that he's not. Sam is 20 and Dean is 24
Max: So the only warnings for this story is language.
It was after 11 and Sam and Dean were still sitting at the bar drinking. Dean was chatting it up with the skinny, but busty bartender while Sam was sitting next to him nursing a beer. Sam turned to Dean and noticed that his head was thrown back and his mouth was wide open in laughter. Sam sighed; this is one of the times I wish I could hear. I wanna know what Dean is laughing about. Sam sighed again and stood up and headed out to the car.
Dean threw his head back in laughter at the bartender. He looked up just in time to see Sam walk out the bar. His brother's beer was only half finished. I bet he's sulking again, Dean sighed to himself. He pulled out some money and laid it on the table to pay for his and his brother's drinks.
"Nice talking with you Cindy, but I gotta hit the road. My brother's waiting for me."
Cindy giggled, "Okay, well stop by again if you're ever around this way again," she said giving Dean a little wave.
Dean walked out the bar and into the parking lot where he found Sam leaning against the impala looking at his feet. From where Dean was standing it looked like Sam was crying. Dean sighed and walked over to his brother and tapped his cheek twice. The sign for "look at me." Sam looked up and sure enough tears were falling down his cheeks. Dean sighed again.
"What's wrong?" He asked and signed.
"Nothing," Sam signed back and looked away.
Dean gripped Sam chin and forced his brother to look at him. He shook his head and signed.
"Don't give me that. What's wrong?"
"I just wish I could hear, man. I wanted to know what you were laughing about. I felt so left out."
Dean didn't know what to say. He didn't know how his brother felt not being able to hear the simplest things. He remembered that day all too well when his mother brought him home with tears in her eyes saying that "Little Sammy may never be able to hear." He just never knew how much it really affected his brother. It hurt him to see Sam so sad.
"I'm sorry, Sammy."
Sam just shrugged. That was the sign for "whatever."
"Hey, how 'bout we get outta here?" Dean asked and Sam nodded.
The boys climbed into the impala and drove back to their motel. Once they got back to their motel room Sam ran into the bathroom while Dean laid on the bed and flipped through the channels. Several minutes later Sam came out the bathroom fully dressed in his sleep clothes and Dean headed into the bathroom. When Dean came out Sam was on his bed watching the television. Dean walked over to Sam and tapped him on the shoulder.
"You tired?" he signed.
"No , just-" Sam started to sign but Dean stopped him.
"It's just us Sammy. Use your voice."
Sam shook his head.
"Sammy, I know you don't like it but you gotta use it. You're not mute. I know you can't hear it but you can still use it. At least when it's just us."
Sam sighed, "Don't wanna," he said sounding gruff and harsh.
Dean smirked, "I know, kiddo. Get some rest," he said and laid down on the bed.
Sam grumbled but he did what he was told.
The next morning Dean shook Sam awake. They needed to get on the road now that they were done with this week's hunt.
"C'mon, Sammy, up and at 'em," Dean said allowing for Sam to read his lips.
Sam nodded. Even though Dean spoke kinda fast, he still understood him. Most people wouldn't think he could, but he can. Sam sat up and noticed that Dean was already dressed.
"Kay," he said using his voice.
Sam grabbed a pair of black jeans and a navy blue t-shirt and shuffled off to the bathroom to get dressed. After Sam came out the bathroom they headed out. Dean headed toward the reception area to check out while Sam waited by the car.
"So, how 'bout some breakfast?"
Sam nodded, "Yes," he signed.
Dean nodded and unlocked the car. Sam clambered into the passenger seat while Dean got behind the wheel and headed toward the diner up the street. When they got there, Dean noticed that it was busier than yesterday morning and there were a lot of people around. Dean led Sam to a table and took a seat across from Sam making sure he was facing the door. Sam picked up a menu and started reading it and Dean did the same until a waitress came over.
"Morning, what can I get you boys?" She asked.
Dean looked up at her and noticed that while she may not be over 25 she looked much older with the way her hair was tied up in a bun, and the fact that she had way too much makeup on.
"Uh, I'll have a cheese omelet, a side of hash browns, a side of bacon, and a coffee."
The waitress nodded and wrote down Dean's order than turned to Sam, "What about you, dear?"
Sam didn't respond and the waitress thought he was ignoring her so she got a little impatient and asked him again. Dean reached over and snatched the menu out of his brother's hands. He pointed to the waitress. Sam nodded and pointed to something on the menu.
"He'll have scrambled eggs, pancakes and a coffee."
"Okay," she said and looked at Sam funny as she walked away.
"Dean, why was she looking at me funny?" Sam signed.
"Because, you were one hot looking dude," he responded.
Sam shook his head, "Not funny."
Dean was gonna respond when his phone went off. He took it out of his pocket and saw that it was a text from their father. The waitress then returned with their food and coffee.
"Let me know if I can get you anything else. My name's Karla, by the way."
"Thanks, Karla," Dean said and Karla walked away.
"Who was that, Dean?"
"Dad. He texted me. He wants us to meet him in Iowa. Apparently there's a hunt that he needs help with," Dean replied signing.
Sam sighed as he sipped his coffee. Putting his cup back down he signed, "Do we have too?"
Dean shrugged, "You got a better hunt?"
Sam shook his head.
"Okay, then. What's the matter?" Dean asked seeing the look his brother gave him.
"Dad treats me like I'm useless."
"No he won't. C'mon, let's hit the road," Dean said throwing some money on the table and guiding his brother out the diner.
Sam and Dean climbed in the car and Dean tapped the glove compartment telling Sam to pull out the map. Sam knew he wanted to know how long it would take them to reach Iowa. Sam studied the map for a few minutes then turned to Dean. Sam tapped Dean on his shoulder to look at him. He held up both hands then shook them and held up 7 fingers. Dean nodded understanding that Sam was saying it would take them roughly about 10 hours but if they drove fast they would make it in 7. Sam nodded then turned to stare out the window.
"Dad, we gotta take Sammy with us," Dean said and signed at the same time so Sam understood what he was saying.
"Why, Dean? He's just gonna get in the way," John responded not bothering to sign.
Although Sam couldn't hear what his father was saying, he could partly read his lips and he understood the phrase "get in the way." Sam's lower lip trembled.
"Dad! You're acting like Sammy's an invalid. Sam can still help."
Sam saw his father shake his head and mouth, "No. He's staying put."
Sam sighed. When it was just him and Dean, Sam felt that he was useful. They even had come up with signals for each other. He felt just like any other hunter. But when they were with their dad, his dad treated him like the most horrible thing he had ever seen. Dean heard Sam sigh and turned to his brother squeezing his shoulder, the sign for "Its gonna be okay." Sam nodded and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
By the time they made it to the motel where their dad was, Dean had a cramp in his leg, he was tired from driving for seven straight hours and he was hungry. Dean turned to Sam and shook him awake. Sam sat up and looked sleepily at him.
"I'm gonna check us into a room. You grab the bags and meet me up front, kay?"
Sam nodded and climbed out the car and Dean tossed him the keys before heading toward the clerk's desk. Sam grabbed his and Dean's duffels out of the backseat and unlocked the trunk to get the weapon's duffel. After locking up the car, he headed toward the clerk's desk to meet Dean when he bumped into a woman.
"Ain't you got no manners, kid? Well, aren't you gonna apologize?"
Sam frowned. He tried to read the woman's lips but she was smacking gum and talking too fast for him to properly read them and understand what she was saying."
"Hey! Can't you see I'm talking to you? I demand an apology! Or better yet just give me that nice watch you're wearing and I will forget it," She said as a man approached her side.
Sam was getting frustrated. He needed Dean to translate and he knew Dean was probably wondering where he was. He didn't want to be rude, but he couldn't understand the woman and he started to walk away only to be grabbed by the man.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going? You ain't going nowhere 'til you give my girl an apology and that watch."
Sam shook his head and began trying to walk away again when he was yanked hard by the arm. He whimpered from the force of it.
"Hey, what's wrong with you, you deaf, or something?"
"As a matter of fact, yes he is. And if you don't get your filthy hands off my brother I won't be responsible for what happens next, got me?" Dean said coming up behind the woman and man.
"He owes my girl an apology. He ain't going nowhere 'til my girl gets it."
Dean scoffed, "All of that for an apology? Whatever, dude. Let go of my brother and you'll get your fucking apology."
The man let go of Sam and he ran over to Dean. His hands went flying all over the place.
"Whoa, calm down, Sammy," Dean said stilling his brother's hands. "What. Happened," he mouthed clearly.
Sam started signing with tears in his eyes, "After I locked the car I was heading toward you, like you asked me to when I bumped into this woman. She started saying something to me and I wasn't able to read her lips because she was smacking her gum. I wanted to say sorry, but I couldn't."
Dean nodded and signed back, "I figured." He turned to the man and woman, "He said he was sorry. Now if I were you, I'd get the fuck outta here." Dean turned back to Sam, "Hey, its okay, kiddo. Let's take these into the room."
Sam nodded and grabbed his duffel as Dean grabbed the weapons duffel and his own duffel and led Sam to the room.