Fic-One Foot In Front of the Other-Chapter Five
Title: One Foot In Front of the Other
Disclaimer: Okay, so Sam and Dean aren't mine, don't make me sad.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: past Sam/Dean
Summary: Sam left, but he had his reasons.
Thanks to my beta,
thelonejuliet. She was crazy busy and still found time for me and my silly story.
And for
loverstarfor her input.
I'm sorry for the delay, it was partly my procrastination, and my crazy computer!
I'm extremely nervous about this chapter!!! Review, please?
“But I don’t wanna say sorry!” Mikey’s dark blonde eyebrows came together in a frown.
Sam almost melted at the poked out bottom lip, but was determined to stand firm in this. “Mikey, there was no reason for you to throw Suzie’s cookie and tomorrow you are going to say you’re sorry.”
“But Dad, she-“
“I know what she said, Mikey, but there are other ways to handle it.”
Mikey stamped his foot, and then stomped all the way into his room making as much noise as physically possible.
Sam let out a huge sigh and felt his tired body sag against the kitchen counter as he glanced over at Dennis, who had been standing off to the side quietly watching the exchange.
“You don’t think I was too hard on him, do you?”
Dennis raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, not my place.” Sam nodded. “It is, however, my place to say that you look beat. Go take a seat and I’ll clean up.”
So, Sam sank into one of the hard chairs at the kitchen table, and watched Dennis clean the dinner dishes. He truly was lucky to have someone like Dennis in his life. And, as his eyes traveled up and down Dennis’s body, Sam found it hard to believe Dennis was still single. Come to think of it, in the years Sam had known him, Dennis had maybe dated about three people, a mixed variety of male and female, and none of them seriously. He spent most of his time with Sam and Mikey.
He felt a sharp stab of guilt. Sam knew Dennis loved Mikey and thoroughly enjoyed the time he spent with the Winchester men, but was Sam taking advantage of him? It was definitely possible. He never turned Dennis down when he offered to come over. He never encouraged him to go out and meet someone special. In all actuality, Sam pretty much stayed out of Dennis’s sex life. For all he knew, Dennis could be doing the nasty every night.
Sam grimaced. Really, what kind of friend was he? “Den, I-“
He was cut off by the chiming of the doorbell, and Dennis was off to answer it before Sam could even react.
Sam was surprised by the arrival. He really couldn’t imagine who it could be. There weren’t that many came to the apartment. Even the few friends he’d managed to make at work, he kept at arm’s length.
Stepping into the living room, Sam felt his world tilt and blacken around the edges - and would have fallen if Dennis hadn’t grabbed his arm until he could regain his footing. Sam squeezed his eyes shut and took a moment to regroup because he was obviously seeing things. There was absolutely no way this was possible. Opening his eyes, Sam felt his breath hitch. Standing there, right in his living room, was the person he’d wished for for countless nights - and his worst nightmare.
Sam felt his heart skip a beat, and then proceed at a rate he was sure was unnatural. This was bad - really, really bad. He wasn’t prepared for this. This was not going to be pretty. And Mikey was right down the hall. Sam’s eyes snapped in that direction and then flew back to Dean’s face. If Dean even found out…
Sam forced himself to calm down (as if that were actually possible) and assess the situation. Dean stood there looking much as he had the last time Sam saw him. There were just a few subtle differences. His body was slightly bulkier with heavy muscle, and rigid with tension. And his face was harder, marred with a few more fading scars. His eyes were fixed upon Sam, boring into him
“Dean?” Sam knew he sounded small and weak, and cursed himself for it. If even there was a time he needed to be strong, it was now.
“So,” Dennis interjected. “I take it you two know each other.” He quieted down at the lethal glare Dean sent him.
“Dean, what are you doing here?”
Dean’s eyebrows rose. “What am I doing here? What the hell do you think I’m doing here?” Sam flinched at the way Dean’s voice rose to a loud bellow so quickly, but Dean continued with his rant before Sam could ask him to quiet down. The last thing he needed was for Mikey to come out here and see this.
“You randomly disappear for five years and then I get a call from Dad basically leading me to you!”
It took Sam’s muddled brain a little while to actually realize what Dean said.
“Wait, Dad knows where I am?”
Dean smirked humorlessly. “Sure does. He sent me here hoping I’d find you…unbeknownst to me, of course. But the most pressing question is what you are doing here?”
Sam swallowed, and felt more than saw Dennis take a step closer to him. Dean’s eyes snapped to him, and Sam was shaken by the dangerous flash he saw in those green orbs.
“Dean, this isn’t the time -”
“Then, when is the time?” was Dean’s thunderous reply.
That was when Sam heard the small, frightened cry from the hallway. Glancing over, Sam found Mikey standing there in his crumpled pajamas, eyes huge and alarmed with tears streaming down his face. The other men in the room noticed him at the same time. Dennis motioned for Sam to stay put and handle his business while he ushered Mikey back to his room. For Dean, Mikey’s presence only seemed to spur his anger.
He turned back to Sam. “And you’ve got a son?” It was a low, menacing growl and more of a statement than anything else.
“Yes,” Sam replied, refusing to be shamed of his baby.
“Who’s the mother, Sam?” He was now right up in Sam’s face. “Dang! What, was it a crack whore? You screwed her once and then she dumped a baby at your door? Is that how it happened, Sam? Or was guy-on-guy not good enough for you anymore, you needed some vagina? ”
Sam clenched his jaw, but refused to take the bait. He reasoned with himself that Dean had every right to be pissed, and he didn’t even know the other half of Sam’s secret.
The next thing Sam knew, the shorter man had him slammed against the wall, faces only a few inches apart as he shouted, “Is this why you left me? So you could spread your legs for the first dirty whore that came along? And so obviously didn’t use protection. Who’d you whore yourself to, Sam? Who?” He emphasized the last question with a rattling shake of Sam’s shoulders.
It was at that moment that Dennis intervened. He grabbed Dean’s shoulder and spun him around. “Hey, man. You are way out of line.”
Sam managed to catch Dean’s fist before it actually connected with Dennis’s face. No matter how many years he’d been separated from Dean, he could still see that would not have ended well. Sam really wanted to tell Dennis to just leave it alone, that he could handle this.
Spurred by Dean’s offensive questions, Sam stepped in front of Dean and got right back in his face. “You want to know who I whored myself to, Dean? You want to know who I spread my legs for? It was you! You’re my son’s father!”
Sam didn’t bother to notice the stunned expression on Dean’s face, or the way his mouth opened and closed without sound, as he shoved his shell-shocked brother towards the door.
“Now, get out!”
Surprisingly, Dean didn’t fight it, and Sam slammed the door right in his face before completely crumpling to the floor. His back rested against the door, his head on his knees. Sam didn’t even bother to glance up at the strong arms that encircled his shoulders and rocked him through his shuttering sobs.
Disclaimer: Okay, so Sam and Dean aren't mine, don't make me sad.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: past Sam/Dean
Summary: Sam left, but he had his reasons.
Thanks to my beta,
thelonejuliet. She was crazy busy and still found time for me and my silly story.
And for
loverstarfor her input.
I'm sorry for the delay, it was partly my procrastination, and my crazy computer!
I'm extremely nervous about this chapter!!! Review, please?
“But I don’t wanna say sorry!” Mikey’s dark blonde eyebrows came together in a frown.
Sam almost melted at the poked out bottom lip, but was determined to stand firm in this. “Mikey, there was no reason for you to throw Suzie’s cookie and tomorrow you are going to say you’re sorry.”
“But Dad, she-“
“I know what she said, Mikey, but there are other ways to handle it.”
Mikey stamped his foot, and then stomped all the way into his room making as much noise as physically possible.
Sam let out a huge sigh and felt his tired body sag against the kitchen counter as he glanced over at Dennis, who had been standing off to the side quietly watching the exchange.
“You don’t think I was too hard on him, do you?”
Dennis raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, not my place.” Sam nodded. “It is, however, my place to say that you look beat. Go take a seat and I’ll clean up.”
So, Sam sank into one of the hard chairs at the kitchen table, and watched Dennis clean the dinner dishes. He truly was lucky to have someone like Dennis in his life. And, as his eyes traveled up and down Dennis’s body, Sam found it hard to believe Dennis was still single. Come to think of it, in the years Sam had known him, Dennis had maybe dated about three people, a mixed variety of male and female, and none of them seriously. He spent most of his time with Sam and Mikey.
He felt a sharp stab of guilt. Sam knew Dennis loved Mikey and thoroughly enjoyed the time he spent with the Winchester men, but was Sam taking advantage of him? It was definitely possible. He never turned Dennis down when he offered to come over. He never encouraged him to go out and meet someone special. In all actuality, Sam pretty much stayed out of Dennis’s sex life. For all he knew, Dennis could be doing the nasty every night.
Sam grimaced. Really, what kind of friend was he? “Den, I-“
He was cut off by the chiming of the doorbell, and Dennis was off to answer it before Sam could even react.
Sam was surprised by the arrival. He really couldn’t imagine who it could be. There weren’t that many came to the apartment. Even the few friends he’d managed to make at work, he kept at arm’s length.
Stepping into the living room, Sam felt his world tilt and blacken around the edges - and would have fallen if Dennis hadn’t grabbed his arm until he could regain his footing. Sam squeezed his eyes shut and took a moment to regroup because he was obviously seeing things. There was absolutely no way this was possible. Opening his eyes, Sam felt his breath hitch. Standing there, right in his living room, was the person he’d wished for for countless nights - and his worst nightmare.
Sam felt his heart skip a beat, and then proceed at a rate he was sure was unnatural. This was bad - really, really bad. He wasn’t prepared for this. This was not going to be pretty. And Mikey was right down the hall. Sam’s eyes snapped in that direction and then flew back to Dean’s face. If Dean even found out…
Sam forced himself to calm down (as if that were actually possible) and assess the situation. Dean stood there looking much as he had the last time Sam saw him. There were just a few subtle differences. His body was slightly bulkier with heavy muscle, and rigid with tension. And his face was harder, marred with a few more fading scars. His eyes were fixed upon Sam, boring into him
“Dean?” Sam knew he sounded small and weak, and cursed himself for it. If even there was a time he needed to be strong, it was now.
“So,” Dennis interjected. “I take it you two know each other.” He quieted down at the lethal glare Dean sent him.
“Dean, what are you doing here?”
Dean’s eyebrows rose. “What am I doing here? What the hell do you think I’m doing here?” Sam flinched at the way Dean’s voice rose to a loud bellow so quickly, but Dean continued with his rant before Sam could ask him to quiet down. The last thing he needed was for Mikey to come out here and see this.
“You randomly disappear for five years and then I get a call from Dad basically leading me to you!”
It took Sam’s muddled brain a little while to actually realize what Dean said.
“Wait, Dad knows where I am?”
Dean smirked humorlessly. “Sure does. He sent me here hoping I’d find you…unbeknownst to me, of course. But the most pressing question is what you are doing here?”
Sam swallowed, and felt more than saw Dennis take a step closer to him. Dean’s eyes snapped to him, and Sam was shaken by the dangerous flash he saw in those green orbs.
“Dean, this isn’t the time -”
“Then, when is the time?” was Dean’s thunderous reply.
That was when Sam heard the small, frightened cry from the hallway. Glancing over, Sam found Mikey standing there in his crumpled pajamas, eyes huge and alarmed with tears streaming down his face. The other men in the room noticed him at the same time. Dennis motioned for Sam to stay put and handle his business while he ushered Mikey back to his room. For Dean, Mikey’s presence only seemed to spur his anger.
He turned back to Sam. “And you’ve got a son?” It was a low, menacing growl and more of a statement than anything else.
“Yes,” Sam replied, refusing to be shamed of his baby.
“Who’s the mother, Sam?” He was now right up in Sam’s face. “Dang! What, was it a crack whore? You screwed her once and then she dumped a baby at your door? Is that how it happened, Sam? Or was guy-on-guy not good enough for you anymore, you needed some vagina? ”
Sam clenched his jaw, but refused to take the bait. He reasoned with himself that Dean had every right to be pissed, and he didn’t even know the other half of Sam’s secret.
The next thing Sam knew, the shorter man had him slammed against the wall, faces only a few inches apart as he shouted, “Is this why you left me? So you could spread your legs for the first dirty whore that came along? And so obviously didn’t use protection. Who’d you whore yourself to, Sam? Who?” He emphasized the last question with a rattling shake of Sam’s shoulders.
It was at that moment that Dennis intervened. He grabbed Dean’s shoulder and spun him around. “Hey, man. You are way out of line.”
Sam managed to catch Dean’s fist before it actually connected with Dennis’s face. No matter how many years he’d been separated from Dean, he could still see that would not have ended well. Sam really wanted to tell Dennis to just leave it alone, that he could handle this.
Spurred by Dean’s offensive questions, Sam stepped in front of Dean and got right back in his face. “You want to know who I whored myself to, Dean? You want to know who I spread my legs for? It was you! You’re my son’s father!”
Sam didn’t bother to notice the stunned expression on Dean’s face, or the way his mouth opened and closed without sound, as he shoved his shell-shocked brother towards the door.
“Now, get out!”
Surprisingly, Dean didn’t fight it, and Sam slammed the door right in his face before completely crumpling to the floor. His back rested against the door, his head on his knees. Sam didn’t even bother to glance up at the strong arms that encircled his shoulders and rocked him through his shuttering sobs.