The Winchester Brothers

CHAPTER 2

His whole closet is plaid. And I love it. It makes Sam....Sam. He also always wears more than one layer. Its so frustrating because it hides his muscles from me. It doesn't matter where we are or how warm it is, he will still wear more than one layer. There was only one time when he was wearing one layer of clothing. And that was when we tried yoga, that one time. Ya, yoga didn't end well. But it was nice while it lasted. Well actually his outfit was nice while it lasted. He wore a muscle shirt and shorts. Now that was a good day.

Whenever I go over, he is always on his laptop. I don't mind it, especially since it allows me to braid his hair. I'll sit behind him in the bed, braiding his long, dark brown hair, while he does research or something. I don't pay attention to the stuff on the screen, I'm too impressed with how well cared for his hair is. It's looks healthier than mine. After I've braided his hair into a bunch of little braids I'll take them out and put them into one bun on the top of his head. Usually by that point he has to go make a call. He leaves the room to do this. I never ask who he is calling or what it's about, even though I'm actually dying to know.

Today when I went over to his house, it was different. He seemed to be in some kind of a mood. He was frustrated, or mad. This time when I was braiding his hair he told me to stop. He never tells me to stop. Was it something I did? Did he find out about Dean? I need to know. "Hey. What's wrong?" I was concerned. I've never seen him like this before, and it concerns me. He closed his laptop, pushed it away and turned to face me. He took the hair elastic that was in my hand and started to play with it. He looked down at his hands while he spoke.
"I have to go." He kept looking down. I'm no longer concerned. Now I'm sad. I don't want him to leave me.
"What. What do you mean, you have to leave? Do you mean-" I didn't want to finish that question, but I didn't need to because he knew what I meant. I looked down at his hands. They were just holding the elastic now. No longer twisting or stretching it.
"No I'm not leaving you. It's- It's. He's like a father to me." A tear fell and hit his hand. He dropped the elastic and brought his hands to his head. His hair hung over his face.
"Hey. Hey. What happened. I can't help you unless I know what's going on." I put my hand on his shoulder, not knowing any other way to comfort him. He looked up and pushed the hair out of his face. His face was red and had tears running down it. He got up from the bed and started putting his jacket on.
"Bobby. His name is Bobby. He's like a father to me, and he's been shot. That's why I need to go." He's struggling to get his shoe on.
"I'll go with you. You can't go through this alone." I said as I rushed over to my jacket.
"No. I won't be alone. My brother will be there." Then he just left. The door kind of slammed behind him. He was in no condition to drive, but how could I stop him. I felt terrible. I should have done more than that to comfort him, but I've never been in a situation like that before, so I didn't know what to do. I'm glad he won't be alone though. He never told me he had a brother. They must not have been getting along.
I put the brother thing aside and called Sam. I wanted to know what hospital, and to get more information on the situation. It rang and rang. I got his voicemail. He must still be driving. I left a message, it said, "Sam. What hospital are you going to, and let me know what condition Bobby is in. I'm just a call away if you need anything.".

It's getting late and I Sam isn't picking up his phone. He never replied to the message I left him either, so I don't even know which hospital he is at. I don't just wanna sit in his room all night waiting. Waiting for what? Is he even going to call me? When will he be back. I called Dean to see if I could go over there. He didn't answer his phone either. What is going on?

I decided just to drive over to Dean's. I knew where he hid the key. When I got there his car was outside. Which meant he was there, and he must have just missed my call. Unless... did he ignore my call? Why would he? I knocked on his door. I waited about two minutes before knocking again. In the middle of this knock the door swung open. I could smell the alcohol in his breath. His cheeks were red and his eyes were puffy. Was he crying? I didn't mention it. "Jess." he said in a shaky voice. "Come in.". I sat at the circular table in the corner of the room. He sat across from me. He checked his phone, then looked disappointed when there was no notifications, then set it down.
"So I called earlier." I looked down, trying to avoid looking into his watering green eyes. I couldn't stand to see him like this. He rubbed his eyes.
"I know. I wasn't able to answer it at the time." He looked down at his phone.
"What's going on?" I needed to know what he was waiting for. Who was going to call him.
"Nothing. I'm fine.". I knew he was lying.
"Well you don't look fine." This time, he was the one that avoided my eyes.
"Excuse me." He went to the bathroom.

He has been in there for ten minutes now. I don't care if he went in there so he wouldn't cry in front of me but I just wish he would tell me what was wrong. Then, all of a sudden, he spoke. But he wasn't speaking to me. I looked at his phone on the table. If his phone is on the table and he is in the bathroom, then who is he talking to? Then I heard another voice. It was a man's. Who's?