Devil's Trap Choose Your Own Adventure - Choice 3f
3f. The Winchesters all recuperate.
Growing up, Sam never thought about how lucky he was. And he wasn’t even talking about Dean. He was always, despite how he sometimes acted to the contrary, aware of how amazing his big brother was and that not all big brothers cared that much about their younger siblings. Sam knew how fortunate he was to have Dean…but he never considered all the friends they had made over the years, friends who would do anything to help them.
First, there was Bobby, who not only went out into the woods in the middle of the night and took care of everything, but then extended his home to their family. Bobby made sure that the Winchesters (including John, once he offered up a humble apology) had a roof over their heads and time to convalesce without fear of the demon looming around them. Bobby had demon-proofed the place beyond what it had been on Sam’s last visit, with symbols painted on most of the windows.
Then there was Missouri, who flew out the minute John called her from the hospital. There was nothing more amusing in the history of the world than watching Missouri force feed Dean soup as he tried to squirm free of her grasp. While Dean and John rested, Missouri helped Sam with his fledgling powers. She kept repeating how she didn’t know much about his abilities, but knowing she was there to help him made a huge difference in Sam’s approach to his visions.
Hell, even Sarah, after receiving an email from him, decided to surprise him - with Dean’s help - with a visit for a few days. Sam nearly ran a sword through her when he heard the footsteps at the door, only to have Dean mutter “surprise” and Sarah stand there with a grin on her face. Dean spent the three days of her visit winking at Sam with idiotic pride. Sam couldn’t remember the last time he simply hung out with someone and watched a movie. When she left, Dean told him to follow after her, but he replied, “You need me more right now and I’m not going anywhere.”
Sam was a pretty lucky guy, all things considered. The demon was still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce. Sam still remembered its words the night of the accident: And you’re not going to know when or where I’m coming after them. He had nightmares about the demon attacking Dean, images of the people he loved pinned to the ceiling, but when he woke up screaming, his brother was always there.
But overall, Sam was okay. He had his family with him and his friends and things didn’t seem as bleak as they had at the hospital. Mostly, he was so damn glad that his brother was okay that everything else seemed inconsequential.
Of course, that didn’t mean Dean didn’t test his patience on a daily basis.
“Are you coming or are you still fixing your hair, princess?” Dean shouted up to him.
Sam shook his head and thought of about a hundred different ways to strangle his brother without re-injuring him. He ran his fingers through his hair, wiped his hands with one of the towels and shouted, “Be right there.”
He heard Dean say, “He’s such a girl sometimes. You have no idea.”
“Says the guy who spends hours studying his reflection in the mirror,” Sam commented as he trudged down the steps. He glanced at the rising sun skimming in through the windows and asked, “Why did we have to go collect the car this early?”
“Because it’s family and it’s been in the hands of strangers too long,” Dean snapped.
“Whatever man.”
“It isn’t bad enough you fucked up my car, now you’re giving me grief about getting her back?”
“That was so not my fault. Blame the demon.”
“Oh, I’m going to kick demon ass into the next century, but for now you’ll have to take your share, little brother.”
“You’re a real jerk sometimes, you know that?”
Missouri appeared with her hands on her hips and said, “For goodness sake, are you boys incapable of a conversation that doesn’t end in name calling? Your daddy swears you two are grown men, but I’m not so sure.”
“Sorry,” Dean and Sam said simultaneously.
“Boys, Bobby isn’t going to keep the car running forever. You’re either in or out,” John called out from the sofa.
Dean nodded in John’s direction. He tapped Sam on the shoulder, “Oh and Sammy?”
“What?”
“Shotgun, loser.”
“Dean.”
“I called shotgun.”
“You have to be in sight of the car, man. That’s cheating.”
“I can see the car through the window. Suck it up, champ.”
“I can’t fit in the back of his truck.”
“Then run along side the car.”
“Dean…”
Dean chuckled, ignoring Sam’s annoyance, and headed for the car. Sam glanced at Missouri, who held her hands up and walked off, and then turned to his father with an incredulous expression.
John shrugged. “Just remember you were hoping he’d be like this again, Sammy.”
Sam rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah. I’ll try to remember that.”
Sam made his way out to the truck and noticed that Dean was scrunched into the small section that passed for a backseat. Okay, so maybe Sam did need to remember how lucky he was to have Dean sometimes too.
{Fin}
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Growing up, Sam never thought about how lucky he was. And he wasn’t even talking about Dean. He was always, despite how he sometimes acted to the contrary, aware of how amazing his big brother was and that not all big brothers cared that much about their younger siblings. Sam knew how fortunate he was to have Dean…but he never considered all the friends they had made over the years, friends who would do anything to help them.
First, there was Bobby, who not only went out into the woods in the middle of the night and took care of everything, but then extended his home to their family. Bobby made sure that the Winchesters (including John, once he offered up a humble apology) had a roof over their heads and time to convalesce without fear of the demon looming around them. Bobby had demon-proofed the place beyond what it had been on Sam’s last visit, with symbols painted on most of the windows.
Then there was Missouri, who flew out the minute John called her from the hospital. There was nothing more amusing in the history of the world than watching Missouri force feed Dean soup as he tried to squirm free of her grasp. While Dean and John rested, Missouri helped Sam with his fledgling powers. She kept repeating how she didn’t know much about his abilities, but knowing she was there to help him made a huge difference in Sam’s approach to his visions.
Hell, even Sarah, after receiving an email from him, decided to surprise him - with Dean’s help - with a visit for a few days. Sam nearly ran a sword through her when he heard the footsteps at the door, only to have Dean mutter “surprise” and Sarah stand there with a grin on her face. Dean spent the three days of her visit winking at Sam with idiotic pride. Sam couldn’t remember the last time he simply hung out with someone and watched a movie. When she left, Dean told him to follow after her, but he replied, “You need me more right now and I’m not going anywhere.”
Sam was a pretty lucky guy, all things considered. The demon was still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce. Sam still remembered its words the night of the accident: And you’re not going to know when or where I’m coming after them. He had nightmares about the demon attacking Dean, images of the people he loved pinned to the ceiling, but when he woke up screaming, his brother was always there.
But overall, Sam was okay. He had his family with him and his friends and things didn’t seem as bleak as they had at the hospital. Mostly, he was so damn glad that his brother was okay that everything else seemed inconsequential.
Of course, that didn’t mean Dean didn’t test his patience on a daily basis.
“Are you coming or are you still fixing your hair, princess?” Dean shouted up to him.
Sam shook his head and thought of about a hundred different ways to strangle his brother without re-injuring him. He ran his fingers through his hair, wiped his hands with one of the towels and shouted, “Be right there.”
He heard Dean say, “He’s such a girl sometimes. You have no idea.”
“Says the guy who spends hours studying his reflection in the mirror,” Sam commented as he trudged down the steps. He glanced at the rising sun skimming in through the windows and asked, “Why did we have to go collect the car this early?”
“Because it’s family and it’s been in the hands of strangers too long,” Dean snapped.
“Whatever man.”
“It isn’t bad enough you fucked up my car, now you’re giving me grief about getting her back?”
“That was so not my fault. Blame the demon.”
“Oh, I’m going to kick demon ass into the next century, but for now you’ll have to take your share, little brother.”
“You’re a real jerk sometimes, you know that?”
Missouri appeared with her hands on her hips and said, “For goodness sake, are you boys incapable of a conversation that doesn’t end in name calling? Your daddy swears you two are grown men, but I’m not so sure.”
“Sorry,” Dean and Sam said simultaneously.
“Boys, Bobby isn’t going to keep the car running forever. You’re either in or out,” John called out from the sofa.
Dean nodded in John’s direction. He tapped Sam on the shoulder, “Oh and Sammy?”
“What?”
“Shotgun, loser.”
“Dean.”
“I called shotgun.”
“You have to be in sight of the car, man. That’s cheating.”
“I can see the car through the window. Suck it up, champ.”
“I can’t fit in the back of his truck.”
“Then run along side the car.”
“Dean…”
Dean chuckled, ignoring Sam’s annoyance, and headed for the car. Sam glanced at Missouri, who held her hands up and walked off, and then turned to his father with an incredulous expression.
John shrugged. “Just remember you were hoping he’d be like this again, Sammy.”
Sam rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah. I’ll try to remember that.”
Sam made his way out to the truck and noticed that Dean was scrunched into the small section that passed for a backseat. Okay, so maybe Sam did need to remember how lucky he was to have Dean sometimes too.
{Fin}
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