Revenge- Part 1
Dean and Sammy finally get their revenge on Jack. Sequel to The Accident. Dean-14 Sam-10
Part 1
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW.
Sammy happily sat at the kitchen table going over his list of supplies he needed for the day's special event. Today was the Winchester brothers' big day; the day they finally got their revenge on Jack. He had been waiting a long time for this day. When they had first started discussing a plan, Dean had insisted that they wait until Sam's cast came off to exact their revenge. Sammy had argued against it saying that it would be more than a month of waiting but Dean refused to be dissuaded. He was adamant that Sam be in on the fun since he was the injured party. Glancing over his list Sammy smiled as his mind drifted back to their planning session all those weeks ago.
Flashback
"No way Dean. We're not doing that." Sammy stated shaking his head.
"C'mon Sammy. Think about it. Jack tied to a tree while we have target practice. Instead of a chalk outline, we'll have a bullet hole outline! It'll be cool!" Dean urged smirking at the mental image.
"Yeah, and if he moves, we'll have a blood spatter outline." Sammy muttered. "Not happening, Dean."
"Fine" Dean huffed leaning back against the couch. Peering over at Sammy Dean decided that he needed to set things right with the kid. He'd let things go long enough. Running a hand through his hair he exhaled and began. "I'm sorry about the clown prank Sammy. It was mean and I shouldn't have done it." Dean apologized. "I should have known you'd never do anything crappy like that locker trick to me. You'd never do something so spiteful to me. I shouldn't have blamed you. And I'm sorry about getting you hurt. I'm gonna make it up to you, kiddo. I promise."
"You didn't mean for me to fall, Dean. I know that." Sammy assured him. "It was just a freak accident."
"Yeah, an accident that wouldn't have happened if I hadn't played that stupid prank on you." Dean pointed out.
"True" Sam agreed. "But you thought I'd pranked you first." Sammy gazed over at Dean and hesitated a moment before asking the question that had been on his mind since the accident. "Hey, Dean? Why did you think I did that prank?" he quietly asked.
"Well, we're always pulling pranks on each other. 'Sides, we haven't been here long enough for anyone at school to want to prank me." Dean explained. "Or I thought we hadn't."
"Yeah, but it still doesn't make sense. I mean, how could I have put anything in your locker. I don't even go to your school. If I was gonna prank you, I would have to do it at the motel or in the impala, not the school. And I would have thought of a way cooler prank than that lame one. Plus, I don't watch the chipmunks. I haven't even watched any cartoons in months."
Dean turned confused eyes on his little brother. "Chipmunks? Cartoons? What are you talking about Sammy?" he questioned.
"Chip and Dale. You know the chipmunks that were on the pictures in your locker." Sammy replied.
Dean thought for a second before busting out laughing. "Chip and, and Dale!" Dean got out between chuckles. "That's a good one, Sammy."
"What's so funny, Dean?" Sammy growled crossing his arms as best he could with his left arm in a sling.
"Wait, you're serious?" Dean asked raising his eyebrows in shock. "You think Chippendales are chipmunks?"
"They're not?" Sammy hesitantly questioned as he leaned back and laid his aching head against the couch closing his eyes. "Then what was in the pictures?"
Seeing Sam actions sent Dean into mother hen mode. "You okay Sammy? Is your head hurting?" Dean quizzed as he eyed his little brother's pale face. "Do you need your meds?"
Sammy opened one eye to stare at his big brother. "I'm fine, Dean. Just tired." He said with a yawn.
"Why don't you take a little nap? I'll wake you in a few hours." Dean suggested as he helped Sammy lie down before throwing an old blanket over his brother.
End of flashback
Turning back to his list Sammy turned red as he recalled Dean's extremely detailed description of who the Chippendales were and what they did. It was no wonder Dean had been furious about that prank. That was enough to send any guy over the edge. Grabbing his empty glass Sam walked over and placed it in the sink with the other dirty dishes. Glancing at the clock on the wall he decided that he had enough time to wash the dishes before Dean woke up and came looking for him. He placed the stopper in the drain, turned the water on, and squirted some soap into the sink. Snatching up a rag on the counter Sam picked up the first dish and began scrubbing. He knew if Dean caught him, his big brother would have a fit. Dean had been in super big brother mode since the accident, not letting Sammy lift a finger or go anywhere alone. At first it had been fun having Dean waiting on him hand and foot but that had worn off quickly after the first hour or so. Sam had thought that Dean would stop after a few days but that hadn't happened although he did tone it down a little. Sam was at least able to go to the bathroom and take a shower by himself as long as he didn't lock the door or stay in there too long. But Dean paced outside the door the whole time Sam was out of his sight and if Sammy took too long or was too quiet, Dean started banging on the door to check on him. Dean had even barged in on him showering once when Sam had failed to answer him. That was a scene he'd rather forget.
Smiling Sammy continued to wash the dishes as he enjoyed his time alone. The sound of footsteps on the stairs a few moments later put an end to that.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Sammy? You're supposed to be taking it easy." Dean called as he walked up behind his little brother. Gently grabbing his arm Dean led him back to the table and forced him to sit down. "I told you I'd do the dishes this morning. You just sit right there and let me take care of things."
"Dean, I'm not an invalid." Sammy whined. "I'm not even hurt anymore. I got my cast off days ago. It's not going to hurt me to do some things around the house."
"Not listening, shrimp. Dad told me to take care of you and that's exactly what I'm going to do." Dean said as he quickly cleaned the last of the dishes.
Huffing out his displeasure Sammy sat and glared at his brother's back. He hoped their dad would be back from his latest hunt soon. He didn't think he could take much more of this. Deciding to give in for now he steered the conversation to a more exciting subject. "We're still getting our revenge today, aren't we Dean?" he asked.
"Oh yeah!" Dean replied as he put the dishes away. "Jack won't know what hit him! You make that list of supplies?"
"Yep" Sammy answered holding the list up for his brother to see. "This is everything we'll need. We even have most of the stuff already. It shouldn't take too long to get it all together if we both help. You are going to let me help, right Dean?"
Dean was pinned by Sammy's puppy eyes as soon as he turned around. "Umm, yeah I guess I can find you some small things to do." Dean told his brother. "Nothing too strenuous though. I don't want you messing up your leg again."
"Great! Thanks, Dean!" Sammy hollered as he jumped out of the chair and headed for the living room. "Come on big brother! Get a move on!"
Dean followed Sammy out of the kitchen smirking at his little brother's excitement.
Half an hour later the boys piled the last of the needed items into their duffle bags. After rechecking their supplies, they zipped the bags and walked toward the front door stopping just long enough to call and check in with Caleb. Smirking the brothers stepped out of the house and down the walk to the waiting impala. They threw their bags into the back seat before climbing in and revving the car's engine. The impala spun out of the driveway and onto the small street. Their revenge was about to begin!
Part 2
Part 1
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW.
Sammy happily sat at the kitchen table going over his list of supplies he needed for the day's special event. Today was the Winchester brothers' big day; the day they finally got their revenge on Jack. He had been waiting a long time for this day. When they had first started discussing a plan, Dean had insisted that they wait until Sam's cast came off to exact their revenge. Sammy had argued against it saying that it would be more than a month of waiting but Dean refused to be dissuaded. He was adamant that Sam be in on the fun since he was the injured party. Glancing over his list Sammy smiled as his mind drifted back to their planning session all those weeks ago.
Flashback
"No way Dean. We're not doing that." Sammy stated shaking his head.
"C'mon Sammy. Think about it. Jack tied to a tree while we have target practice. Instead of a chalk outline, we'll have a bullet hole outline! It'll be cool!" Dean urged smirking at the mental image.
"Yeah, and if he moves, we'll have a blood spatter outline." Sammy muttered. "Not happening, Dean."
"Fine" Dean huffed leaning back against the couch. Peering over at Sammy Dean decided that he needed to set things right with the kid. He'd let things go long enough. Running a hand through his hair he exhaled and began. "I'm sorry about the clown prank Sammy. It was mean and I shouldn't have done it." Dean apologized. "I should have known you'd never do anything crappy like that locker trick to me. You'd never do something so spiteful to me. I shouldn't have blamed you. And I'm sorry about getting you hurt. I'm gonna make it up to you, kiddo. I promise."
"You didn't mean for me to fall, Dean. I know that." Sammy assured him. "It was just a freak accident."
"Yeah, an accident that wouldn't have happened if I hadn't played that stupid prank on you." Dean pointed out.
"True" Sam agreed. "But you thought I'd pranked you first." Sammy gazed over at Dean and hesitated a moment before asking the question that had been on his mind since the accident. "Hey, Dean? Why did you think I did that prank?" he quietly asked.
"Well, we're always pulling pranks on each other. 'Sides, we haven't been here long enough for anyone at school to want to prank me." Dean explained. "Or I thought we hadn't."
"Yeah, but it still doesn't make sense. I mean, how could I have put anything in your locker. I don't even go to your school. If I was gonna prank you, I would have to do it at the motel or in the impala, not the school. And I would have thought of a way cooler prank than that lame one. Plus, I don't watch the chipmunks. I haven't even watched any cartoons in months."
Dean turned confused eyes on his little brother. "Chipmunks? Cartoons? What are you talking about Sammy?" he questioned.
"Chip and Dale. You know the chipmunks that were on the pictures in your locker." Sammy replied.
Dean thought for a second before busting out laughing. "Chip and, and Dale!" Dean got out between chuckles. "That's a good one, Sammy."
"What's so funny, Dean?" Sammy growled crossing his arms as best he could with his left arm in a sling.
"Wait, you're serious?" Dean asked raising his eyebrows in shock. "You think Chippendales are chipmunks?"
"They're not?" Sammy hesitantly questioned as he leaned back and laid his aching head against the couch closing his eyes. "Then what was in the pictures?"
Seeing Sam actions sent Dean into mother hen mode. "You okay Sammy? Is your head hurting?" Dean quizzed as he eyed his little brother's pale face. "Do you need your meds?"
Sammy opened one eye to stare at his big brother. "I'm fine, Dean. Just tired." He said with a yawn.
"Why don't you take a little nap? I'll wake you in a few hours." Dean suggested as he helped Sammy lie down before throwing an old blanket over his brother.
End of flashback
Turning back to his list Sammy turned red as he recalled Dean's extremely detailed description of who the Chippendales were and what they did. It was no wonder Dean had been furious about that prank. That was enough to send any guy over the edge. Grabbing his empty glass Sam walked over and placed it in the sink with the other dirty dishes. Glancing at the clock on the wall he decided that he had enough time to wash the dishes before Dean woke up and came looking for him. He placed the stopper in the drain, turned the water on, and squirted some soap into the sink. Snatching up a rag on the counter Sam picked up the first dish and began scrubbing. He knew if Dean caught him, his big brother would have a fit. Dean had been in super big brother mode since the accident, not letting Sammy lift a finger or go anywhere alone. At first it had been fun having Dean waiting on him hand and foot but that had worn off quickly after the first hour or so. Sam had thought that Dean would stop after a few days but that hadn't happened although he did tone it down a little. Sam was at least able to go to the bathroom and take a shower by himself as long as he didn't lock the door or stay in there too long. But Dean paced outside the door the whole time Sam was out of his sight and if Sammy took too long or was too quiet, Dean started banging on the door to check on him. Dean had even barged in on him showering once when Sam had failed to answer him. That was a scene he'd rather forget.
Smiling Sammy continued to wash the dishes as he enjoyed his time alone. The sound of footsteps on the stairs a few moments later put an end to that.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Sammy? You're supposed to be taking it easy." Dean called as he walked up behind his little brother. Gently grabbing his arm Dean led him back to the table and forced him to sit down. "I told you I'd do the dishes this morning. You just sit right there and let me take care of things."
"Dean, I'm not an invalid." Sammy whined. "I'm not even hurt anymore. I got my cast off days ago. It's not going to hurt me to do some things around the house."
"Not listening, shrimp. Dad told me to take care of you and that's exactly what I'm going to do." Dean said as he quickly cleaned the last of the dishes.
Huffing out his displeasure Sammy sat and glared at his brother's back. He hoped their dad would be back from his latest hunt soon. He didn't think he could take much more of this. Deciding to give in for now he steered the conversation to a more exciting subject. "We're still getting our revenge today, aren't we Dean?" he asked.
"Oh yeah!" Dean replied as he put the dishes away. "Jack won't know what hit him! You make that list of supplies?"
"Yep" Sammy answered holding the list up for his brother to see. "This is everything we'll need. We even have most of the stuff already. It shouldn't take too long to get it all together if we both help. You are going to let me help, right Dean?"
Dean was pinned by Sammy's puppy eyes as soon as he turned around. "Umm, yeah I guess I can find you some small things to do." Dean told his brother. "Nothing too strenuous though. I don't want you messing up your leg again."
"Great! Thanks, Dean!" Sammy hollered as he jumped out of the chair and headed for the living room. "Come on big brother! Get a move on!"
Dean followed Sammy out of the kitchen smirking at his little brother's excitement.
Half an hour later the boys piled the last of the needed items into their duffle bags. After rechecking their supplies, they zipped the bags and walked toward the front door stopping just long enough to call and check in with Caleb. Smirking the brothers stepped out of the house and down the walk to the waiting impala. They threw their bags into the back seat before climbing in and revving the car's engine. The impala spun out of the driveway and onto the small street. Their revenge was about to begin!
Part 2