Fic-One Foot In Front of the Other-Chapter Two
Title: One Foot In Front of the Other
Author:
jazziebhsluv09
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG this chapter
Summary: Sammy left, but he had his reasons.
Warning: implied mpreg.
Notes: Warning doesn't apply to this chapter.
Thanks so much to my beta,
thelonejuliet.
Chapter 2
Dean grinned to himself as he drove down the dusty, deserted road on the way to their motel room.
He hoped Sam was still asleep. It was always fun to wake the slumbering man with slow, lingering kisses.
Dean was grinning wider when he finally pulled into the parking lot of the motel. His thoughts were
taking him to places he needed Sam to explore.
He thought it slightly odd that Sam was out of bed; it was still fairly early. Even more perplexing was the
fact that he was not in the bathroom, either. Dean spun around frantically - only his stuff was on the floor
by the door.
His heart stopped. Sam was gone.
Dean awoke with a start. He blinked the gritty feeling in his eyes away while he lay in bed and tried to get
his bearings after that dream. Sam leaving. It plagued him most every night. Over the years, Dean had learned
that drinking, until he was no longer sure which way was up, helped immensely. As much as he hated to
admit it to himself, it still hurt like hell.
Pushing off the bed, Dean made his way to the tiny bathroom and showered. While rinsing the cheap motel
soap from his tanned skin, Dean found himself thinking of Sam again. It had taken him years to realize his
feelings for Sam, and even longer for him to realize Sam felt the same for him.
They had been hunting the spirit of some crazy girl that had off-ed herself after her parents disowned her. At
some point, she’d thrown Dean against a wall, causing him to lose consciousness. By the time he came to,
the girl was gone, and he and Sam were in the Impala on their way back to the motel. It was dark and Sam
didn’t know he was awake. He was running off at the mouth, mostly just was whispering over and over how
much he loved Dean. He said he knew that Dean would never be able to love him that way and it was okay -
just as long as he lived. Dean had lived, and the next morning, he and Sam had a long talk. That talk, of
course, led to all sorts of lovely lovemaking.
But then, Sam was just gone. It didn’t make any sense to Dean at all. There was, of course, Sam’s nice little
letter to clear up most of the gray areas. Dean dried himself off as the most hurtful part ran though his head.
I’m so sorry. I really am. But this isn’t right. It never has been and it never will be. Please, Dean. Please
don’t look for me. I don’t want to be found.
Dean had read those lines so many times, he was sure he mumbled them in his sleep. They really touched a
nerve. The one thing in their whole relationship that he worried about, excluding Sam’s death, was that it was
hurting Sam or that it was making him unhappy. Sam had always reassured him that he wanted to be with
Dean as much as Dean wanted to be with him. Then, the truth comes out that all this time Sam thought what
they had was wrong. Needless to say, Dean had been hurt. Now, he was just angry - at the world, mostly.
Surprisingly, the one person that kept Dean afloat during the years had been their father. He and Sam had
always kept their relationship a secret from their father. However, after the first few times John called, and
Sam just happened to not be around, he got extremely suspicious. Dean was forced to explain why John’s
youngest son was gone, and he couldn’t do that without explaining everything.
John had been pissed, to say the least. There had been plenty of yelling and punches thrown. In the end, he
got over it and assured Dean that they were still his sons, and he would love them no matter what. He did
reiterate that he did not agree with or condone what they had done, though. John told Dean he thought it
best to take Sam’s letter at face value and to leave him alone. The two continued their hunting- sometimes as
a team, but mostly by themselves.
Dean knew his father worried about him. He knew John was beginning to see how reckless he was becoming
in his hunts, the risks he was taking. On one occasion, not too far back, after Dean had gotten himself
seriously hurt during a hunt, John had sat him down for a little heart-to-heart. He said that he recognized
Dean’s behavior; it was exactly the self-destructive crap he’d done after Mary. John had done his best to
reassure his eldest son that he was there for him and that he didn’t have to act that way, but John wasn’t a
man of many words. Dean understood where his father was coming from. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t
see the similarities, but there just wasn’t much he could do about it. Much as he hated to admit it, Sam was
the one that made a difference. With him gone, Dean was just simply surviving- and hardly doing that.
Author:
jazziebhsluv09
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG this chapter
Summary: Sammy left, but he had his reasons.
Warning: implied mpreg.
Notes: Warning doesn't apply to this chapter.
Thanks so much to my beta,
thelonejuliet.
Chapter 2
Dean grinned to himself as he drove down the dusty, deserted road on the way to their motel room.
He hoped Sam was still asleep. It was always fun to wake the slumbering man with slow, lingering kisses.
Dean was grinning wider when he finally pulled into the parking lot of the motel. His thoughts were
taking him to places he needed Sam to explore.
He thought it slightly odd that Sam was out of bed; it was still fairly early. Even more perplexing was the
fact that he was not in the bathroom, either. Dean spun around frantically - only his stuff was on the floor
by the door.
His heart stopped. Sam was gone.
Dean awoke with a start. He blinked the gritty feeling in his eyes away while he lay in bed and tried to get
his bearings after that dream. Sam leaving. It plagued him most every night. Over the years, Dean had learned
that drinking, until he was no longer sure which way was up, helped immensely. As much as he hated to
admit it to himself, it still hurt like hell.
Pushing off the bed, Dean made his way to the tiny bathroom and showered. While rinsing the cheap motel
soap from his tanned skin, Dean found himself thinking of Sam again. It had taken him years to realize his
feelings for Sam, and even longer for him to realize Sam felt the same for him.
They had been hunting the spirit of some crazy girl that had off-ed herself after her parents disowned her. At
some point, she’d thrown Dean against a wall, causing him to lose consciousness. By the time he came to,
the girl was gone, and he and Sam were in the Impala on their way back to the motel. It was dark and Sam
didn’t know he was awake. He was running off at the mouth, mostly just was whispering over and over how
much he loved Dean. He said he knew that Dean would never be able to love him that way and it was okay -
just as long as he lived. Dean had lived, and the next morning, he and Sam had a long talk. That talk, of
course, led to all sorts of lovely lovemaking.
But then, Sam was just gone. It didn’t make any sense to Dean at all. There was, of course, Sam’s nice little
letter to clear up most of the gray areas. Dean dried himself off as the most hurtful part ran though his head.
I’m so sorry. I really am. But this isn’t right. It never has been and it never will be. Please, Dean. Please
don’t look for me. I don’t want to be found.
Dean had read those lines so many times, he was sure he mumbled them in his sleep. They really touched a
nerve. The one thing in their whole relationship that he worried about, excluding Sam’s death, was that it was
hurting Sam or that it was making him unhappy. Sam had always reassured him that he wanted to be with
Dean as much as Dean wanted to be with him. Then, the truth comes out that all this time Sam thought what
they had was wrong. Needless to say, Dean had been hurt. Now, he was just angry - at the world, mostly.
Surprisingly, the one person that kept Dean afloat during the years had been their father. He and Sam had
always kept their relationship a secret from their father. However, after the first few times John called, and
Sam just happened to not be around, he got extremely suspicious. Dean was forced to explain why John’s
youngest son was gone, and he couldn’t do that without explaining everything.
John had been pissed, to say the least. There had been plenty of yelling and punches thrown. In the end, he
got over it and assured Dean that they were still his sons, and he would love them no matter what. He did
reiterate that he did not agree with or condone what they had done, though. John told Dean he thought it
best to take Sam’s letter at face value and to leave him alone. The two continued their hunting- sometimes as
a team, but mostly by themselves.
Dean knew his father worried about him. He knew John was beginning to see how reckless he was becoming
in his hunts, the risks he was taking. On one occasion, not too far back, after Dean had gotten himself
seriously hurt during a hunt, John had sat him down for a little heart-to-heart. He said that he recognized
Dean’s behavior; it was exactly the self-destructive crap he’d done after Mary. John had done his best to
reassure his eldest son that he was there for him and that he didn’t have to act that way, but John wasn’t a
man of many words. Dean understood where his father was coming from. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t
see the similarities, but there just wasn’t much he could do about it. Much as he hated to admit it, Sam was
the one that made a difference. With him gone, Dean was just simply surviving- and hardly doing that.