What Doesn't Kill You

Ch.7: Conversations

A little after 1:45 a.m. Dean woke up and got himself dressed and ready to go home. At 2 a.m. Dean got his baby brother up, dressed, and ready to go home.

"Do you boys want some breakfast before you hit the road?" asked Bobby, as Sam and Dean came downstairs.

"Sure, but you didn't have to make us breakfast, Uncle Bobby. I know you're only up at this time because we're up," replied Dean politely.

"I am not letting you boys leave for an eight-hour drive home with no food in either one of your boys' stomachs," said Bobby gruffly.

"Okay," replied Dean as he got Sam into his chair at the dinning table and took a seat next to Sam. Sam ate with help from Dean. At 2:15 a.m. both Sam and Dean were all done eating their breakfast and getting ready to hit the road.

"Call or text me once you boys get home, so I know that you guys got home safely," Bobby told Dean. Dean quickly hugged Bobby and then he pulled away from the hug.

"I will. I promise, Uncle Bobby," replied Dean as he picks up a whining Sam and their duffle bag and his laptop case after making sure his laptop and charger were in the case. After Dean put their stuff into the trunk of the Impala, he put Sam into the car seat in the backseat behind the passenger seat.

He shut the car door and climbed into the driver's seat as Bobby said, "Dean?"

"Yeah?" Dean asked as he got buckled and started the car up. Sam was still whining in the back seat. It was going to be a long day today. Sam was not very fun to deal with or to be around when he only got one, maybe two, hours of sleep....maybe three hours tops.

"What do you want me to say to your father if he calls, texts, or shows up here asking about Sam or you or the both of you boys?" asked Bobby, now concerned. Dean shuts the car door and rolls down his window.

"First off, John is NO father or dad of mine or Sam's!" snapped an angry and overprotective Dean. "Second, if any of that happens, tell him you do not know anything."

"I suggest that you change your cell number," warned Bobby to the 11-year-old.

"I already changed my phone number," stated Dean.

After the eight hour drive home from Souix Falls, South Dakota to Kansas City, Kansas, Dean arrived at his apartment building. Dean parks the Impala in the parking space and noticed that the parking space next to his, Caleb's spot, was empty.

He must be out somewhere, Dean thought to himself.

He got out of the the Impala and pocketed his keys into his jean jacket pocket and unbuckled Sam from his car seat and shut the car door behind him.

I'll come back for the rest of the stuff later, Dean thought to himself.

Dean carries his almost four year old brother into the apartment building and stopped and to chat with the lady at the receptionist's desk in the lobby. Then he headed on over to the elevator.

Dean went to the floor his apartment was on and opened the door. He realized the apartment door was unlocked, and he could have sworn hat he had locked the apartment door when he left with Sam, but who knows because he was in such a rush the day before that he has no idea what he did or did not do.

Dean set Sam on the couch that still had the blankets and pillow from the day before and covered Sam with a blanket. Sam was not fully asleep yet, so he'd have to be careful with how noisy he was so he doesn't wake Sam up. Sam barely had any sleep the night before. Dean left the living room to shut the apartment door.

"You don't have to lock it; I'm home," said a voice that sounded worried and irritated all at once from the living room. Dean walked back into the living room.

"You aren't working today? Your car isn't here," Dean said, confused.

"No, I don't work today. My car is in the shop because of a visitor I had early this morning. So I've been packing our stuff since this morning until I realized that you never came home last night. I called your phone at least 258 times, and I sent you over 500 text messages, and I left you 251 voicemails Dean... Then I found Sam's backpack and cell phone." Caleb stated.

"How'd you even know that it was Sam's stuff?" asked Dean, confused and surprised.

"The notebook. Also Sam's first and last name is written in YOUR handwriting on the notebook, and Sam's first and last name is written in YOUR handwriting AGAIN on a piece of eliminated piece of paper sewed to the backpack, Dean."

Dean then looked down at his feet feeling guilty for leaving with Sam to go to Bobby's in a whole other state without telling his best friend of all people before just up and leaving.

"Mind telling me what's going on? I got woken up to pounding on our apartment door at 12 a.m. this morning, and that's why I've been up packing all of our stuff," said Caleb slightly irritated with his best friend.

"Who was pounding on the apartment door this morning?" asked a confused Dean.

"Your father," replied Caleb.

A dark, extremely overprotective, and dangerous look came across Dean's face and didn't leave. Sam started whimpering, thrashing about, and screaming bloody murder in his sleep. Dean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose and sent a nasty glare Caleb's way. Dean was very concerned for his baby brother, Sam.

"D-Dean, what is happening?!" Caleb asked when Dean started panicking.

"Calm down, Caleb, or you're going to make the situation WAY worse than it already is, and he probably heard you mention JOHN and wasn't fully asleep yet. Now he's having a nightmare," explained Dean in a extremely calm and soft tone.

"Oh...," replied the 15-year-old boy.

Dean carefully and slowly climbed on top of Sam and gently pinned his broken wrist and other arm over Sam's head so he didn't get hit or punched in the face by the restless boy underneath of him. Sam felt a safe and comfortable type of feeling and opened his eyes and gasped looking up into a pair of dark green eyes."De'?" Slurred 3 ½ year old Sam. " Yes it's me, Sammy" responded Dean to his baby brother. Sam slowly relaxes under the weight of his 11 year old brother. Once Dean felt Sam relax he slowly loosened his grip on him, "You good now?" Sam nodded his head at his older brother's question. "Okay good" responded Dean as he slowly and carefully climbed off of his baby brother and retook his seat on the couch. " 'ippy" said Sam. "OK, I'll go get you it, milk or juice Sammy?" Asked Dean as he stoop up from the couch." 'uice!" Said Sam with a small smile on his face. Dean walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to see what they had for juice. I'm glad Sammy feels happy for once Dean thought to himself. "What kind of juice do you like?" Dean asked his brother. "I don't know...I only have water when I do get anything to drink" replied Sam whose smile has now faded. "Please explain Dean!, oh and you know that house we had built so its a house/work?" Said Caleb. "Yeah, what about it?" Asked Dean as he poured fruit punch into Sam's sippy cup and then put the fruit punch back into the fridge. "Also John has been doing really horrible things to Sam and some of them are extremely horrible and nasty. I read it in Sam's notebook and he told me. Hey Sam what is your cell phone pass code?" Dean asked as he grabbed Sam's cell on the way back to the couch."Also John has been doing really horrible things to Sam and some of them are extremely horrible and nasty. I read it in Sam's notebook and he told me. Hey Sam what is your cell phone pass code?" Dean asked as he grabbed Sam's cell on the way back to the couch. He handed Sam his sippy cup and sat back onto the couch. "Its your full name" replied Sam. There then was a knock at the apartment door. Caleb got up and walked over to the door and opened it.There we're two police officers standing on the other side of the door.

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