Fix You (Chapter 10)
Title: Fix You (Chapter 10)
Author: beatlemaniac9
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Warnings: none for this chapter
Summary: Based on the song "Fix You" by Coldplay. At sixteen years old, Sam Winchester is turning to heroin to cope with his unrequitted love for his brother. Can Dean stop him before it's too late?
Masterpost
Dean, once again, opted to sit in the back seat with Sam rather than riding shotgun, and it made John smile. For a moment, he remembered what it was like when they were smaller, younger. They’d keep in their own space during the day, but after it had been dark for a while, and they thought he wasn’t thinking, he’d see one of them slide over to the other, and they’d cuddle up. More than once, he’d kept driving longer than he wanted just to watch his boys through the rearview mirror. It was, after all, a wonder how innocent they remained back then, despite their lifestyle.
“Are we gonna get going, Dad?” Sam asked impatiently.
“Yeah, Sammy. I just…nevermind.” He pulled out of the halfway-decent motel parking lot, and headed for the nearest diner.
When they arrived, the elder two ordered the greasiest breakfast items on the menu, while Sam stuck to pancakes and strawberries. After flirting with the waitress (some things just never change, Sam thought ruefully), Dean reassured his lover by taking his hand. Hidden by the table, neither really thought that their father would notice. But, when the food arrived and Dean tried to eat with the wrong hand, it became obvious.
“Come on, boy. Eat right.” John insisted. Dean grumbled.
“Awww, Dad!” He whined, “Why can’t I just eat this way?” And John gave him the look, the look that meant ‘You best do what I say, boy’. It was usually reserved for Sam. Begrudgingly, he slid his hand out of Sam’s and flexed it a few times before taking up his fork.
To John, Sam looked momentarily amused with the situation, and then down right disappointed. Sam felt exactly that, and so much more. The sudden emptiness of his hand was uncomfortable; it was as if he were missing something vital. He continued prodding his waffles, no longer feeling much like eating them.
John noticed this, too.
“Sam, I swear, if you don’t eat your breakfast, I won’t stop for you to get something along the way. We’re not getting another meal until we get to Ohio.”
“I know, but I’m not hungry.”
“Bullshit, boy, you were hungry just a minute ago. You’re just pissed that I won’t let you hold hands with Dean at the table.”
“Maybe, but it doesn’t stop the fact that I’ve lost my appetite.” John sighed, deciding to leave it be. Honestly, in the back of his mind, he knew the whole “Dean and Sam” relationship thing would test him in ways he couldn’t really imagine, but he wasn’t ready yet to lay down all the ground rules. Perhaps, if he didn’t go crazy by then, they could talk it all out.
When they got back out on the road, Dean compensated for the lack of hand holding in the diner by sitting smack dab center of the back seat. He looked like he was crowding Sam, but Sam didn’t seem to mind. Of course he won’t mind, John thought ruefully. Suddenly, this relationship was getting old. He missed having his sons, who got on his last nerve with their witty banter and jokes in jest.
He did his best to ignore them, but somehow every time he looked in the rear view mirror, his eyes zeroed in on the way their thighs made contact, and the way their long fingers interlaced on top of them. Then John would look back to the road, feeling a mix of anger (for having to condone this), sorrow (what would Mary think?), jealously (missing Mary now…), and spite (because he knew that’s what they were doing…spiting him for the diner incident).
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Castiel watched, as always, from afar. He saw how John was acting. He knew that his visit only temporarily aided the situation, and now John was starting to meltdown. He’d hoped that he wouldn’t have to make a return visit, but at this rate, he just might.
Or perhaps he’d just have to show the hunter what’s at stake.
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When the Winchesters reached their destination in Ohio, they quickly found the apartment complex that they were renting in. By the looks of it, Sam could tell that it wasn’t that old. There were a few in this tucked away space behind one of the main roads of the town, and John pulled up to the farthest one down. It was brick, two storied, and somewhat shadowed by the large trees that surrounded the complex.
They made their way inside, all the way to the last door on the left, bright red with a brass number 9 on it. John handed each of the boys a key, and then took his own to admit them.
“Don’t make me regret this, but there are two bedrooms. The smaller one is right at the beginning of the hall, and the master bedroom’s down the hall. You guys can share that one.”
Sam smiled for the first time since Dean grasped his hand at breakfast.
“Thanks, Dad.” Dean near whispered.
“I’m gonna go get us some lunch, and when I get back, I expect all these bags to be in their places.” He nodded to their duffels they had dragged in with them. “later, we need to do some weapons maintenance.”
“Yes, sir.” Dean replied. Without another word, John left, locking the door behind him.
“Well, Sammy. You heard the man. Help me with these?” The pleading look on his face made it apparent that he really didn’t care to do it on his own, as he usually did.
“Or, you could do it yourself, and I can make it worth your while later…” Sam countered, mischievous grin plastered on his face. Dean contemplated it for a moment before responding.
“Deal.”
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When John exited the complex, he wasn’t where he should have been. There was no sign of the Impala, and certainly no sign of anyone else. He turned around, noticing that the apartment building was gone. Suddenly, he knew where he was- a graveyard.
“This, John Winchester,” A voice spoke, “is the future. It is very important that you watch.”
He sensed he knew the voice, or rather, the voice behind the voice, but he couldn’t be sure. It belonged to a brilliantly-blue eyed man in a beige trench coat, who was now standing directly beside him.
“This is the year 2009. The apocalypse has started, and Michael and Lucifer are about to meet here for the final battle.” Suddenly, a very tall man appears out of seemingly nowhere. He turns, and John realizes he knows him.
“Sam.”
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