Sam didn’t remember falling asleep. He didn’t remember moving into the bedroom or climbing under the covers. The last thing that he remembered was being in the bathroom, sobbing as his brother struggled to comfort him. He struggled, it felt like he was suffocating in the covers of the bed and tried to pull himself out of the mire.
“Easy,” the gruff voice of dad cautioned. “Easy boy, you’re okay.”
“D-dad?” Sam asked, calming at the order. His voice was wrecked. He almost couldn’t believe it was his.
“Dean called me. He needed to take care of something. He didn’t say what exactly. But he needed me to come home, said it was an emergency. Funky town.”
Sam sobbed and curled into himself. It was over. Dad would have no respect for him now. He covered his head with his hands and let himself cry behind the dark curtain of his hands.
Dad’s hand slid over Sam’s scalp slowly. He pet him slow and gentle, soothing his son in the only way he knew how. And even though Sam didn’t want to, he couldn’t stop himself from relaxing into his father’s touch. John was an absent father, but he was attentive and he really cared about his sons.
He was steadily falling back asleep when the hotel room busted open. Dean strode in, all anger and sadness. He slammed the door behind him and fell onto the edge of the bed Sam was lying on. “We’re leaving this godforsaken shithole of a town. Tonight. Tomorrow if we have to. But I ain’t staying here another day I don’t need.”
“What happened, boys?”
“Humans dad,” Dean answered. It was as general an answer as he could give without giving too much away. “It’s taken care of though.”
Sam shuddered and leaned into his dad’s touch, seeking comfort. Dean and dad would protect him. And it seemed that Dean wasn’t eager to tell his dad about how weak he was. Sam was grateful.
“Dad, we need a minute,” Dean said softly.
“I expect answers to my questions,” dad ordered. He patted Sam’s head and stood.
Dean waited until dad was out the motel room before he turned to his brother. “Sammy,” Dean said softly, calling his brother’s attention to himself. “He drugged the beer. He admitted to it. And it won’t happen again.”
Sam curled into his brother and just let himself sob. He was fifteen. He hadn’t wanted to learn about sex like that. He had wanted to discover it with somebody he’d loved. It was robbed from him. But Dean was protecting him. Even though he was weak and worthless, Dean was still protecting him. Sam sobbed as he clung to his brother. “Thank you.”
While i'd like to say that i'm sorry for making you cry, i can't do it honestly. So... i'll take it as a compliment! Thank you for reading, and i'm glad that it affected you so!
“Easy,” the gruff voice of dad cautioned. “Easy boy, you’re okay.”
“D-dad?” Sam asked, calming at the order. His voice was wrecked. He almost couldn’t believe it was his.
“Dean called me. He needed to take care of something. He didn’t say what exactly. But he needed me to come home, said it was an emergency. Funky town.”
Sam sobbed and curled into himself. It was over. Dad would have no respect for him now. He covered his head with his hands and let himself cry behind the dark curtain of his hands.
Dad’s hand slid over Sam’s scalp slowly. He pet him slow and gentle, soothing his son in the only way he knew how. And even though Sam didn’t want to, he couldn’t stop himself from relaxing into his father’s touch. John was an absent father, but he was attentive and he really cared about his sons.
He was steadily falling back asleep when the hotel room busted open. Dean strode in, all anger and sadness. He slammed the door behind him and fell onto the edge of the bed Sam was lying on. “We’re leaving this godforsaken shithole of a town. Tonight. Tomorrow if we have to. But I ain’t staying here another day I don’t need.”
“What happened, boys?”
“Humans dad,” Dean answered. It was as general an answer as he could give without giving too much away. “It’s taken care of though.”
Sam shuddered and leaned into his dad’s touch, seeking comfort. Dean and dad would protect him. And it seemed that Dean wasn’t eager to tell his dad about how weak he was. Sam was grateful.
“Dad, we need a minute,” Dean said softly.
“I expect answers to my questions,” dad ordered. He patted Sam’s head and stood.
Dean waited until dad was out the motel room before he turned to his brother. “Sammy,” Dean said softly, calling his brother’s attention to himself. “He drugged the beer. He admitted to it. And it won’t happen again.”
Sam curled into his brother and just let himself sob. He was fifteen. He hadn’t wanted to learn about sex like that. He had wanted to discover it with somebody he’d loved. It was robbed from him. But Dean was protecting him. Even though he was weak and worthless, Dean was still protecting him. Sam sobbed as he clung to his brother. “Thank you.”
The End
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