And Everything Will Be So Different
Title: And Everything Will Be So Different
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: John, Dean (15) Sam (11)
Summary: When John is getting ready to leave for a hunt, Sam causes a major delay
Warning: Contains implied spanking
And Everything Will Be So Different
“Where is it?”
John Winchester ran back and forth in the living room, searching for something. He had just gotten a call about a hunt, and he and the kids were getting ready to move out. But the hunter was lacking one of his weapons. A silver knife. John was getting more annoyed by the second. He knew how vital it was not to waste time when moving out for a hunt. Lives were at stake, and innocent blood might be spilled if the Winchesters didn`t get going fast.
“Dad?”
Dean Winchester stood by the front door, wondering why his father wasn`t coming. He had just finished loading his stuff in the Impala, and his little brother Sam was in the bedroom, gathering the last of his things.
“What are you looking for? Can I help?”
“Just wait in the car, Dean. You have all your stuff, don`t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
The fifteen-year-old went back outside and got in the car while his father continued his frantic and increasingly frustrating search for his silver knife.
Sam Winchester was sitting on the bed, his suitcase next to him. It was filled with his clothes, books and other possessions. The boy had lost count of how many times he had had to pack it. He had no idea how many hours he had spent on the road with his family, and he felt certain that no kid in the world had seen the inside of more motel rooms and rental houses.
Sam was sick and tired of moving. They had been living in this rental house for over six months now, and Sam had really settled in. He liked the school he was going to, he had made friends. He felt comfortable, like he belonged. But now he was about to get ripped away from it all once again.
Like so many times before, his father had ordered Sam and his brother to pack their stuff and get ready to move. And like so many times before, Sam had obeyed. He was sitting on the bed, his suitcase packed and ready. But the eleven-year-old felt confident that this time would be different. He didn`t want to leave, but instead of protesting and arguing with his father about it, Sam had taken a very different course of action. The boy smiled to himself as he listened to his father mutter under his breath as he searched the living room, kitchen and bathroom. But the hunter was looking in all the wrong places. His silver knife was not carelessly misplaced in any of these rooms, but tucked away under a eleven-year-old boy`s shirt, turning Sam`s skin cold.
“Dad, if you would just let me help you look, we could get on the road faster.”
Dean had waited in the car for what felt like a long time to the restless, impatient teenager, and now he was walking in the front door, finding his father just like he left him. Pacing the house, getting angrier with each passing second he was missing his silver knife.
“Damn it, Dean! What did I tell you?” John snapped as he turned to look at his eldest son.
Dean immediately looked down.
John stopped. He dragged a hand over his face. He just couldn`t understand it. As a hunter, he always made sure to keep his weapons sharp, ready and off limits to his sons. And the one thing John Winchester certainly did not do was misplace them! He gave an annoyed sigh that deepened into a low growl.
When his father didn`t say anything else, Dean dared speaking up. “I could help you look,” he offered again, his voice weak and careful this time. The teen clearly noticed how annoyed his father was, and he didn`t want to make things worse.
“No, I don`t need help,” John replied curtly. “Just…” he shook his head, throwing up his hands in exasperation.
“I`ll go see if Sammy is ready, shall I?” Dean offered, and he was pleased to earn a flicker of a smile from his father.
“Yes,” the weary hunter nodded. “You do that. Thank you, Dean.”
“Sammy?” Dean entered the bedroom, surprised to find his little brother sitting on the bed. He looked ready to go, yet he wasn`t moving. “What`s the hold-up?” Dean wanted to know.
“It`s Dad making us late, not me,” Sam replied calmly. “If he can`t find what he`s looking for, I guess we`ll just have to stay here. I`m just waiting for him to come in here and tell me I can unpack my suitcase, and tell you to unload the Impala.” Sam turned to catch his older brother`s eyes. “Wouldn`t you like that, Dean? Wouldn`t it be great if we could just stay here?”
Dean didn`t miss the pain in his little brother`s eyes, and nothing hurt him more than knowing he could no nothing to make that pain go away.
“You know we can`t do that, Sammy.”
“Why not? Why can`t we be normal?”
Before Dean could answer, John called to his sons: “Dean! Sam! Go wait for me in the Impala!”
“There he goes again,” Sam muttered, shaking his head. “Always with the orders.”
“Let`s go, Sammy,” Dean said, moving towards the bed.
Sam shook his head defiantly. “I`m not going anywhere. Besides, if Dad can`t find his silver knife, we can`t leave.”
Dean stopped dead in his tracks and gave his brother a suspicious look. “How do you know he`s looking for a silver knife?”
Sam swallowed and avoided looking at his older brother. “Lucky guess.”
Dean reached out and grabbed Sam by the arm, yanking him off the bed. From underneath the boy`s shirt, a silver knife fell. It landed on the floor by the boys’ feet, clattering. Two pairs of eyes gazed down upon the shiny weapon.
“Lucky guess indeed,” Dean snarled. “You really gone and done it now, Sammy.”
“Dean.”
Both boys turned their heads towards the doorway upon hearing their father`s voice. “Go wait in the Impala, like I told you.”
Sam swallowed, his eyes suddenly going wet.
Dean looked at his brother, then at his father. The hunter didn`t look so angry now, just… tired.
“Now, Dean.” John raised his eyebrows when his eldest failed complying with his order. “I need to have a talk with Sam.”
Dean nodded and quickly walked past his father. Behind him, Dean could hear the tearful voice of his little brother explaining how he didn`t want to leave. John mumbled something in reply, but the bedroom door was closing, cutting his voice off so it didn`t reach Dean`s ears.
Sam opened the car door. It creaked.
Dean turned his head to look at the younger boy, and he didn`t miss a thing. He noticed how flushed Sam`s face was, and how he winced when his butt made contact with the leather seat. Dean noticed fresh tears spilling from the wet eyelashes of the small, skinny boy sitting next to him, and he reached out towards him, wanting to offer some wordless comfort. But Sam turned away. He kept his gaze at the window, looking out at a world he wasn`t allowed to take part in.
John got in the driver`s seat after putting his silver knife safely away in his weapons bag. He grabbed the steering wheel and turned the key in the ignition, making the engine roar to life.
The hunter looked at his sons through the rearview mirror. He sighed heavily.
“I`m sorry, Sammy.”
The young boy remained silent. He merely sniffed as more tears trickled down his face.
And so the Impala rolled out onto the road, carrying three Winchester men inside, each silently struggling with their own heartaches.
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: John, Dean (15) Sam (11)
Summary: When John is getting ready to leave for a hunt, Sam causes a major delay
Warning: Contains implied spanking
And Everything Will Be So Different
“Where is it?”
John Winchester ran back and forth in the living room, searching for something. He had just gotten a call about a hunt, and he and the kids were getting ready to move out. But the hunter was lacking one of his weapons. A silver knife. John was getting more annoyed by the second. He knew how vital it was not to waste time when moving out for a hunt. Lives were at stake, and innocent blood might be spilled if the Winchesters didn`t get going fast.
“Dad?”
Dean Winchester stood by the front door, wondering why his father wasn`t coming. He had just finished loading his stuff in the Impala, and his little brother Sam was in the bedroom, gathering the last of his things.
“What are you looking for? Can I help?”
“Just wait in the car, Dean. You have all your stuff, don`t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
The fifteen-year-old went back outside and got in the car while his father continued his frantic and increasingly frustrating search for his silver knife.
Sam Winchester was sitting on the bed, his suitcase next to him. It was filled with his clothes, books and other possessions. The boy had lost count of how many times he had had to pack it. He had no idea how many hours he had spent on the road with his family, and he felt certain that no kid in the world had seen the inside of more motel rooms and rental houses.
Sam was sick and tired of moving. They had been living in this rental house for over six months now, and Sam had really settled in. He liked the school he was going to, he had made friends. He felt comfortable, like he belonged. But now he was about to get ripped away from it all once again.
Like so many times before, his father had ordered Sam and his brother to pack their stuff and get ready to move. And like so many times before, Sam had obeyed. He was sitting on the bed, his suitcase packed and ready. But the eleven-year-old felt confident that this time would be different. He didn`t want to leave, but instead of protesting and arguing with his father about it, Sam had taken a very different course of action. The boy smiled to himself as he listened to his father mutter under his breath as he searched the living room, kitchen and bathroom. But the hunter was looking in all the wrong places. His silver knife was not carelessly misplaced in any of these rooms, but tucked away under a eleven-year-old boy`s shirt, turning Sam`s skin cold.
“Dad, if you would just let me help you look, we could get on the road faster.”
Dean had waited in the car for what felt like a long time to the restless, impatient teenager, and now he was walking in the front door, finding his father just like he left him. Pacing the house, getting angrier with each passing second he was missing his silver knife.
“Damn it, Dean! What did I tell you?” John snapped as he turned to look at his eldest son.
Dean immediately looked down.
John stopped. He dragged a hand over his face. He just couldn`t understand it. As a hunter, he always made sure to keep his weapons sharp, ready and off limits to his sons. And the one thing John Winchester certainly did not do was misplace them! He gave an annoyed sigh that deepened into a low growl.
When his father didn`t say anything else, Dean dared speaking up. “I could help you look,” he offered again, his voice weak and careful this time. The teen clearly noticed how annoyed his father was, and he didn`t want to make things worse.
“No, I don`t need help,” John replied curtly. “Just…” he shook his head, throwing up his hands in exasperation.
“I`ll go see if Sammy is ready, shall I?” Dean offered, and he was pleased to earn a flicker of a smile from his father.
“Yes,” the weary hunter nodded. “You do that. Thank you, Dean.”
“Sammy?” Dean entered the bedroom, surprised to find his little brother sitting on the bed. He looked ready to go, yet he wasn`t moving. “What`s the hold-up?” Dean wanted to know.
“It`s Dad making us late, not me,” Sam replied calmly. “If he can`t find what he`s looking for, I guess we`ll just have to stay here. I`m just waiting for him to come in here and tell me I can unpack my suitcase, and tell you to unload the Impala.” Sam turned to catch his older brother`s eyes. “Wouldn`t you like that, Dean? Wouldn`t it be great if we could just stay here?”
Dean didn`t miss the pain in his little brother`s eyes, and nothing hurt him more than knowing he could no nothing to make that pain go away.
“You know we can`t do that, Sammy.”
“Why not? Why can`t we be normal?”
Before Dean could answer, John called to his sons: “Dean! Sam! Go wait for me in the Impala!”
“There he goes again,” Sam muttered, shaking his head. “Always with the orders.”
“Let`s go, Sammy,” Dean said, moving towards the bed.
Sam shook his head defiantly. “I`m not going anywhere. Besides, if Dad can`t find his silver knife, we can`t leave.”
Dean stopped dead in his tracks and gave his brother a suspicious look. “How do you know he`s looking for a silver knife?”
Sam swallowed and avoided looking at his older brother. “Lucky guess.”
Dean reached out and grabbed Sam by the arm, yanking him off the bed. From underneath the boy`s shirt, a silver knife fell. It landed on the floor by the boys’ feet, clattering. Two pairs of eyes gazed down upon the shiny weapon.
“Lucky guess indeed,” Dean snarled. “You really gone and done it now, Sammy.”
“Dean.”
Both boys turned their heads towards the doorway upon hearing their father`s voice. “Go wait in the Impala, like I told you.”
Sam swallowed, his eyes suddenly going wet.
Dean looked at his brother, then at his father. The hunter didn`t look so angry now, just… tired.
“Now, Dean.” John raised his eyebrows when his eldest failed complying with his order. “I need to have a talk with Sam.”
Dean nodded and quickly walked past his father. Behind him, Dean could hear the tearful voice of his little brother explaining how he didn`t want to leave. John mumbled something in reply, but the bedroom door was closing, cutting his voice off so it didn`t reach Dean`s ears.
Sam opened the car door. It creaked.
Dean turned his head to look at the younger boy, and he didn`t miss a thing. He noticed how flushed Sam`s face was, and how he winced when his butt made contact with the leather seat. Dean noticed fresh tears spilling from the wet eyelashes of the small, skinny boy sitting next to him, and he reached out towards him, wanting to offer some wordless comfort. But Sam turned away. He kept his gaze at the window, looking out at a world he wasn`t allowed to take part in.
John got in the driver`s seat after putting his silver knife safely away in his weapons bag. He grabbed the steering wheel and turned the key in the ignition, making the engine roar to life.
The hunter looked at his sons through the rearview mirror. He sighed heavily.
“I`m sorry, Sammy.”
The young boy remained silent. He merely sniffed as more tears trickled down his face.
And so the Impala rolled out onto the road, carrying three Winchester men inside, each silently struggling with their own heartaches.