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Good Intentions
Part 2
There was a lot more reminiscing going on after Sam returned. Most of the stories were about hunts and some of the things they've done as kids. To Dean's surprise Sam left the unpleasant things out and focused on the good and fun times they've had. Together the laughed and had a genuinely good time.
The older Winchester was happy to see the smile and hear the laughter coming from the younger man. It was the first time in so long, it felt like years. And maybe it was, because ever since Jess' death, smiles graced the younger man's face only sporadically and laughs sounded rehearsed.
As the evening wore on, the younger hunter's speech was becoming more slurred and although Dean hated to break things up, he knew it was time to leave. Sam would have to pay a high price tomorrow for his fun tonight. Yet Dean was going to make sure it would be as easy on him as possible. After all, it was his fault, and still, he couldn't really feel bad for it, it was good to see the kid this way.
"I think it's my turn to use the bathroom, you're okay here?" He asked before getting up.
"S…Sure, never better." Sam gave him a crooked grin.
Dean walked to the bathrooms, surprised to find a line in the men's room.
"I thought this happened only in the girl's room?" he mumbled to himself, getting in line.
When it was finally his turn, he completed his business, then washed his hands and went back out into the bar room. The scene playing out in front of him was almost amusing, but also showed him just how drunk his little brother really was.
Sam was standing beside a busty blonde, holding her in a tight embrace, before letting her go and walking to her just as busty friend and repeated his action. From there he stumbled to the next table, hugging the two men and three women sitting there one by one before continuing to the next.
Standing unmoving for several more minutes, watching and unsure what to make of the younger man's behavior, Dean finally walked over to his brother.
Tapping him on the shoulder, the other hunter let go of the woman he was embracing and straightened, well, at least he attempted to straighten, but would have fallen if not for his brother steadying him. His eyes lit up, genuinely happy to see the older man and before Dean could do anything about it, he found himself embraced by long arms.
"Dean, so glad you're here."
"Yeah, me too, but I think it's time to go home now." Loosing Sam's grip on him, Dean couldn't help the smile crossing his face. The kid's face expressed so much innocent, he looked all but eight years old.
Sam pouted and gave his brother one of his patented puppy dog looks, "But I haven't hugged all of them yet."
"I'm sure they will be okay." Dean assured him.
"No, you don't understand, they were all so sad and a hug makes them feel better." Sam protested, sounding like a preschooler.
This time the older brother lost the fight and broke out laughing. Seeing the hurt in Sam's eyes, he hurried to say, "How about the people you already hugged will give hugs to the others, while we leave, I'm really tired." He let out a loud yawn.
Almost instantly Sam's stance changed, now filled with worry for his big brother's well being, "Sure, you need to sleep." He turned to the room and asked, "Would you do that, so Dean can go to bed, he's really tired, you know."
Several promises could be hurt, leaving Sam happy and Dean amazed. Any other person would have probably caused a riot with this kind of behavior, especially in this environment. Leave it to his baby brother to bring a room full of bar flies together.
"Okay, you're ready to go?"
"Yep."
Supporting a now really unsteady Sam, Dean led both of them out to the car. Letting go for a moment, he unlocked the door and opened it. Straightening back out, he turned.
"Okay, Sammy, in you go."
"Dean", the kid hesitated for a moment, "Dean, are you mad at me?"
"Mad?" Dean smiled, "Nah, I'm not mad."
He ruffled the younger ones hair. At the same time he found Sam's arms wrapped around him.
"Boy am I glad you are not mad, I thought you are. You know dude, I love you."
"Love ya to, kid." The older man replied, gently shaking the embrace off and helping his kid brother into the car, glad that for once he held back and didn't drink his usual fill.
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It didn't take the older Winchester more than a minute to realize he would have to get his baby some fuel, if they wanted to make it the fifteen miles to the next town with a motel. After once again heading down the main street through town, he pulled into the gas station by the highway.
Looking at the two patrol cars attending to a two vehicle accident on the same time of the road, he turned to his brother.
"Sammy, stay here, don't go anywhere!" He commanded.
"Okay, where you going?" The younger man asked, again sounding very much younger.
"Just filling the car up and getting some Aspirin for you."
"But I don't need any, I feel great." Sam's response sounded bright and innocent.
"Not right now, but you will, little brother, belief me you will." Dean grinned, then got out and filled the tank, before walking into the convenience store.
After finding the pain medication, he grabbed several bottles of water and soda, then stood in line to pay. Even though it was late, there at least five people in front of him, making his wait longer then he felt comfortable with.
Making his way out to the car again, he thought about his kid brother. By now Sam surely was passed out on the front seat. He would have a heck of a time to get his gigantic little brother in a room and settled into bed. Well, he would worry about the task, when it'd come up. Opening the door, ready to slide in, he stopped, when he realized the passenger seat was empty.
"Shit Sammy, where did you go?" Slight panic overtook the older man, thinking of all the trouble the kid might have gotten himself into.
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Sam was bored; it was taking Dean way too long to come back. And where did he say he was going to anyway? Looking around, he noticed the patrol men working at the accident site. It looked like they were just about done, as a tow truck pulled up to take the more damaged car away. One of the cops was visibly upset, as he argued with a couple, which obviously was involved in the accident.
His interest peeked; he got out of the car, unsteadily making his way towards them. This was really bad, people shouldn't get this upset. He just needed to explain it and help them get over it. As he got closer, he could hear the man telling the cop, that he had connection and that there was no way his wife would get charged for causing the accident. The cop, a tall, heavy set man in his late forties, in turn was handing the woman a ticket and told both of them to take it up with the judge. After which the couple turned around and got into their mildly damaged luxury car, driving off without saying another word.
The youngest Winchester looked at the tall man in front of him, who was now wearing a frustrated and almost angry expression.
"Darn rich people." He mumbled.
"You look like you need a hug." Sam said, not waiting for a response before throwing his long arms around the man, holding him in a tight embrace.
"What the hell?" the official cried out, trying to get out of the hunters hold, just to find it not as easy as thought, "Let go of me!"
Getting the attention of the other two patrol men, who now were laughing, seemed to increase his anger even more, "Get your dirty hands off me."
Appalled by the outburst, Sam let go, standing motionless in front of the man, a single tear rolling down his cheek. He just didn't understand, all he tried was to make the guy feel better.
Yet even now the angry cop wasn't done with Sam. Getting humiliated in front of his friends wasn't something he was going to take. Hitting the surprised young man with a vicious right hook, which threw him back and onto the ground, he reached out and grabbed his left arm. Pulling him up with force and wrestling his arms behind him, not caring that he pulled his left shoulder out of its socket, he cuffed his wrists together.
"A night in the slammer will show you how to respect an officer of the law!" He said, before pushing the youngest Winchester toward the patrol car, not bothering to give him a second look, when Sam fell down against it. He turned to finish surveying the site of the accident, knowing his prisoner wouldn't go anywhere.
TBC
Part 3