AN: Yeah, kick my ass for starting new story and heaving my account with uncompleted stories. :hide

Beta’ed: Green Raven 212 from FF.net.

Summary: On certain circumstances that keep happening, he thinks that everybody hates him. Dad hates him. Sammy hates him. So what’s the point of living? WARNING Self-destruction Dean. Pre-series. Mostly John and Dean. Major Dean’s angst.

Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke and CW. This is just for fun. Title was from The Jamestown Story’s song, Distant and Faded.


Distant and Faded
Chapter I


“Hey! Move that crap out already, you moron!!!” John Winchester hollered out to the old truck driver in front of him. That guy just starting to get on his nerves as he kept eating in his seat, never looking up to the green light in front of them.


His hand pushed down the horn, honking the guy up from his food. An annoyed glare shot to him in the rearview mirror as the dusty green truck started to make its move. As soon as he had the room to take over, he nearly knocked the vehicle into the side of the road as his big black four wheel drive cut its way through.


John didn’t bother to think about the guy anymore, he grabbed his phone from the dashboard, hitting the same speed dial for a thousand times that week. His jaws clenched hard as he let out an impatient sigh.


“Damn it, Dean!” He cursed under his breath as he reached the voicemail.


John tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. Gripping the steering wheel hard, he hit the gas as much as he could. He should be able to arrive at Bobby’s in an hour. The old friend might know something since the hunter’s house was in the middle of Dean’s way to his last hunt.


He sent that kid to Nebraska two weeks ago for a simple hunting job. A series of unusual deaths was discovered and fitted the pattern for a possible supernatural attachment. They should have gone together but he’d found another job just outside California, so they split up. They made an agreement to meet up at a motel in Nebraska, four days ago.


But Dean never showed up.


He searched for the boy three days in a row, he was worried sick but mostly angry at the same time. He checked up all motels and hospitals in Nebraska, asking for a Jimmy Monroe or any John Doe but he ended up with nothing. There was no trace of his son except for a small hint of his appearance in the small town where he sent the kid before.


But the job was done, leaving him again back to square one.


His mind was chanting a lot of ‘maybes’ about what was going on with Dean, but most of them were bad guessing. And he didn’t like that. There must be a really concrete reason why Dean hadn’t shown up or contacted him, or even answered his calls these past few days. Dean was always sharp, always knew what was the best thing to do and he would never ever do something stupid such as purposely leaving his father worrying without any explanation. He knew that.


Or did he? Was he possibly doing this on purpose? Did he want to leave too?


John shook his head, knowing that he started to cross the line. There was no way Dean would do the same mistake his brother did. He knew his son. He knew him good. He just seemed different recently but it didn’t mean that Dean would betray him too.


His son just missed his brother.


Since Sam left six months ago, Dean was different. He was quiet and sometimes, he was practically mute. John remembered that there were a few times he barely heard the kid’s voice in days except from ‘Yes Sir’. And he even stumbled over Dean having nightmares for a couple of times. Something he’d not seen since Dean was seven, except when he had fever. And deep down he knew, it was not just that two times. In his sleep, Dean kept saying that he was sorry and it broke his heart into pieces. He tried to calm his son down by touching the boy’s head, stroking the hair down and apparently it was working.


But what made him feel ashamed to himself was, his hand was trembling all the way as he soothed his son from the nightmare. It made him realize that he couldn’t even remember when the last time he ever did that, touching his son like that. Maybe after all, Sam was right.


He was a bad father.


Sam left them, he felt betrayed and angry but he still could move on. But Dean, he was struggling by himself, he could see that. He knew that Dean had a tough time to accept that his brother - his own baby brother - left him, choosing a strange life over the family. The kid was broken. But what did he do? Nothing, except making things worse. He kept sending his son on solo hunts. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with Dean, but looking at the face just made him feel guilty over and over again. And unconsciously, he split the family apart.


And now, he didn’t know how to fix it.


He’d screwed everything up.


A big wave of wind was taking over his thoughts, brushing his face with a few drops of water. He sighed, looking up at the already dark night sky. His eyes chased the rain drops that could be seen with the help of the road light. He closed the window before turning his head back to the road, knowing that it was going to be a longer ride than he thought.


------


John strolled from the parked truck, trying to steer clear of a couple of puddles of mud which were all over the yard of Bobby’s place. If there were any possibility to have a standard code for a hunter’s house, this place was the winner. The yard was always muddy, with a black dog up front, lazily sleeping but always alert of its surrounding. It was always dark even on a bright afternoon. Actually, it was just the feeling but it seemed real. Dean always said that the place was cursed or something. The house looked more like an old barn from some angle but the funny thing was it was the only place John could call home. And he knew, it was for his sons too.


They moved too much to feel attached to any place, sometimes even spending their days in the hospital more than a motel room. His sons never had a home, well maybe they had once but not anymore. Thanks to him for that.


As he stepped on the wooden double steps, the welcome feeling stroked his heart for a moment. He didn’t know if his old friend was home. Bobby’s truck could be anywhere in his back yard that full of metal scraps but he didn’t bother to check out. And besides, a small sound could be heard from the living room, maybe coming from whatever movie the hunter was watching.


Exchanging his duffel bag to his right shoulder, he brought up his fist to knock the door. After knocking twice, he waited, glancing a little to the dormant black dog behind him.


John cleared his throat, ready to knock the door again when he heard a few steps approaching the front door. He put his half-way-knocking hand into his jean’s pocket, waiting to greet the older hunter. As the door unfolded, John put a friendly smile to his face at the glimpse of the person in front of him.


“Hey Bobb…” John frowned.


The person stood still before him was not Bobby…


“Dean?”


TBC


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That was a great beggining, please continue

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AN: Thanks for the reviews. Here it goes, the second chapter. Enjoy!

Beta’ed: Green Raven 212 from FF.net.

Summary: See Chapter 1

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1


Distant and Faded
Chapter II


Dean yawned a little, watching half-heartedly at the midnight show. His body slumped into the worn couch with a bottle of beer in his right hand, resting limply on the blanket, wrapping around his body below the waist. His left fingers played with the itching healing cut behind his left ear before crawling higher to touch the stitches behind the back of his head. The cut was deep, he knew it because it seemed too slow to be healed. He inhaled a long breath before gulping down a few more sips from the green bottle.


“Stupid show.” He mumbled under his breath.


His head turned to the left and right, trying to find the remote but sighing gallingly when he couldn’t see it anywhere. Idly, he kicked the heavy blanket aside and dragged himself to the television, punching the button a few times until he reached a rerun match of a soccer game.


That’s better.


As he slouched back into the couch, he wrapped back the blue blanket around him tighter as he tried to find a comfortable position. His head just barely touched the back of the couch when he heard the knocks from the front door.


“Aww… damn it Bobby. Why did you always forget to bring the keys?” He cursed. It was twice that day that he needed to open the door for the old man. Bobby said he forgot to bring the keys but he knew the old friend better than to believe it. Bobby was never that careless. So he assumed Bobby just wanted to annoy him, messing him around since he felt better today and the only thing he did these past few days was sleeping and eating.


He smirked at the thought but it faded quickly at the view of the green bottle in his hand.


“Oh crap!”


It must be a dead wish for him if the old hunter knew he was drinking when he should be resting. It was true that he felt better than before. The headache was gone and the fever was not too high like the first couple of days but it didn’t mean that he could take the alcohol yet.


So hurriedly, he pushed the afghan aside and stood up. The sudden shift nearly sent him falling from the dizziness but he managed to steady himself. He moved as fast as he could to the window and unfastened the latch before throwing out the beer bottle to the backyard. Cleared up his sore throat, he walked slowly to the front entrance, praying that he didn’t seem too suspicious.


Standing before the door for a while, he pulled the bolt with a click, set with some innocent value on his face.


“Hey Bobb…” The voice from the person outside sent a chill down his spine, along with the cold night wind wiping up his skin. He could feel the blood drained quickly from his face, sending his heart beating faster. He was stunned because the person was not Bobby but the last person he ever expected to show up.


It was his father, John Winchester.


“Dean?”


Their eyes met each other for a while. Everything around them seemed to stop, splitting the Winchesters into a different world. Dean looked at his father, his wide eyes unmatched the frown on the elder’s face. He tried to say something but ended up gulping the taste of beer that still left in his mouth. This is not right. I’m not ready yet.


Suddenly the frown before him was replaced with a sheer anger. And before he could do anything, a pair of strong hands gripped his thin grey shirt hard. He could feel his body being pulled to his left like a swing before his back and head was flung to the wall with a thump. He gasped in shock at the abrupt action.


He was used to be thrown to the wall before. They were hurt but none of them felt like this. Because this is dad.


“What the hell were you thinking?!” his father’s voice stabbed his ears like a roar, made him flinch with a swallow.


John’s hands pinning his son to the wall, his eyes never leaving the young face. The fuel of anger that wrapped his mind was too much to notice the paleness and the heat that radiated from the body in front of him. All his worry was flushed away, replaced by an unbelievable awareness that he was just being played by his own son. And the thought just raised his temper higher than before.


“ANSWER ME!!”


But Dean just turned his head to his right, looking down to the floor. He could feel the grips became harder and the grated teeth shouted a danger but he couldn’t answer his father. He would never understand. Nobody would understand. Because it was something he couldn’t understand himself.


“Look at me when I’m talking to you. Look at me!” But when Dean still never looked up, John was starting to feel annoyed. He was ready to grab the face to look at him when a familiar voice called his name from the door.


“John!” Bobby was standing there, looking at him in disbelief. “What the hell are you doing? Let go of him.”


John turned his head to his son, shooting a glare to the boy before releasing his hand from the shirt. Even when the grips were loosed, Dean was still locking himself to the wall, and never had courage to meet his father’s eyes.


“I can ask the same question to you too Bobby.” The sentence was uttered flatly, almost dangerously to be heard by other person. But this was Bobby he was talking to. And there was nothing John Winchester could do to ever make the old hunter flinch even a bit.


“And what the hell are you talking about?” Bobby closed the door before moving closer to the younger Winchester, forming a triangle between them.


“I was dead worried about him for over three days, thinking about the worst everytime I found nothing about what happened to him. And you didn’t bother to tell me anything? That he was here all this time? What are you guys doing? Playing a game with me? Don’t you ever say that you didn’t know!” John hollered out when he saw that Bobby was about to say something.


Bobby looked at his friend as he shook his head. “I’m not going to say that. I knew that he should have met you three days ago but it’s between you and your son.”


John stared at Bobby for a few seconds. His face was unreadable. “All right.” His jaws clinched before he turned his head to his son. “I’m so disappointed with you Dean.”


The words just put a temper in Bobby’s head. He could barely see Dean’s eyes but he knew something was changed there as soon as the words uttered. Damn you John! He knew he should see this coming but it was too late now. Before everything became worse, he needed to do something.


“Dean, go back to your room.”


“No, I’m not finish yet!” John shouted his anger, halting the boy from moving.


When he saw that Dean was hesitating with his next step, Bobby said it again but this time he pitched his voice deeper. “Dean, go back to your room.”


As John tried to stop his son again, Bobby shot a glare to his friend. “Don’t you dare John.”


“But you said yourself it’s between me and my son. You have no right to say something here.”


“And you have no right to say something like that to him!”


They stared at each other for a while. The moment left silent until a small voice—more like a whisper—cracked into the situation.


“I’m…” They both looked up at the boy abruptly, as if they just noticed that there was somebody else in the room. “I’m sorry… dad.”


Dean walked away as soon as he said the words. John looked at his son with a frown. He didn’t know what happened but the apology just washed out all of his anger. Suddenly he didn’t know how to feel, he didn’t know what to think. He just looked at Dean while his son walked between Bobby and him.


Then, as the kid’s body moved, a wave of guilt swam down his heart immediately when he caught a small dark red spot on the wall, the same place he pinned his son before.


Oh God. What did I do? Did I just hurt him?


“Dean.” He whispered as he tried to stop his son who was half his way to the room when Bobby put a hand to his chest. “Let me talk to him.”


He tried to protest but then he realized maybe it was better to let Bobby talk to his son first. Besides, he really didn’t know what happened in the first place. He nodded and again, he just looked as he was left alone in the living room.


“I’m so disappointed with you Dean.”


His own voice played in his head out of no where.


“And you have no right to say something like that to him!”


John ran his fingers through his hair. Just what on earth was I thinking?


TBC


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Poor Dean, he could never get a break from his father, he has to go through all of that crap. Thanks for the update, I'm looking forward to the next one :)

Poor Dean. :cry

When will John learn to talk calmly to Dean to find out what happened before flying off the handle.

Great chapter, Can't wait to know why Dean was MIA.

Please post more soon.

Linda

I love it!!!! poor Dean, I hope John does something about it. I hope they get along again. Update soon!!!!!! :D

AN: Thanks for the reviews. Here it goes, the third chapter. Enjoy!

Beta’ed: Green Raven 212 from FF.net.

Summary: See Chapter 1

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1


Distant and Faded
Chapter III


Bobby stepped into the room, the only extra room he had. It contained two beds and a small bathroom. It was sensibly the Winchester boys’ because they were the only constant visitors he ever had, apart from Caleb and Jim and a few other hunters. But usually, they never spent their night here. And besides, the couches were much more fitted with them. And with John too. He never needed the bed since everytime he was here, he would let the boys use the room. He would stay up all night, drinking some beer, talking about the hunt with Bobby or just babbling about anything he wanted to talk.


Bobby let out a long sigh, darting his eyes to the laying figure on the bed. Dean was facing his back to him and pretended to never notice his presence. Dean had never behaved like this before, at least not in front of him. The boy usually just put a fake smile or made a stupid joke everytime he was trapped in an emotional situation. But that was then, he was different now. It was like everything was too much for him to shoulder anymore, like he was tired of his life.


Ever since the youngest Winchester left for what he called a normal life, he noticed the change in Dean. He didn’t talk as much as he used to and he’d rather be left alone instead of participating in any conversation like he used to. At first, he thought it was just temporary, that Dean was just missing his brother and he would be back on track again, in time.


But he was wrong. They were something else going on in the head of the young man. Sam was not the only answer of what exactly happened to Dean now. And Bobby thought he knew what it was.


And he was certain that he was right the night Dean showed up in front of his door a few days before.


Bobby walked slowly to the bed before taking a pose behind Dean’s back. He let the silence take place for a while before clearing his throat. “You okay?”


“I’m sleeping.” The answer left him chuckling a little, knowing the full meaning of the sentence. I’m fine. You don’t have to talk to me.


He touched Dean’s head, running his fingers into the dark blond hair and aware of the flinch under his hand. But he didn’t stop until he reached the stitches he searched before drawing back his hand. His jaws clinched at the red wetness on his fingers.


“I think you need new stitches.” There was no answer but Bobby didn’t expect one so he continued to talk.


“You need to talk to your dad. Whatever the reason you did this, he needs to know. You never say anything to me but he’s your dad and he has the right to know. Maybe he doesn’t understand but you need to make him understand. He’s not perfect but he’s still your father, Dean.” Bobby stopped for a while, waiting for any response from the young hunter but again, he got none.


“Just remember, I’m always here.” He sighed as he patted Dean’s upper arm. “I’ll take the kit, just don’t sleep. Yet.”


With that, Bobby walked out and closed the door behind him.


--


“He’s not perfect but he’s still your dad.”


As soon as he was alone, Dean opened his eyes, looking at nothing in front of him.


“I’m so disappointed with you Dean.” He couldn’t shut off the voice from his head.


Yeah, he’s my dad. But he hates me.


Everybody hates me.


--


“How is he?” John asked at the same time he saw Bobby walked out from the room.


“Is he okay?” He was still waiting, but impatient. Bobby just walked pass him, ignoring his question like he was talking to nothing and moved into the kitchen before walking back with a first aid kit. He tried to calm himself down but he was waiting enough and that just annoyed him. “Bobby.”


Bobby was reaching the blue blanket from the couch when he heard the firm voice, making him stop at his place. He looked up at his friend with a stern face. All of a sudden, he just didn’t feel like talking. Shaking his head a few times, he reached back the blanket, curling the afghan into a ball before snatching the first aid kit from the table and moved back to Dean’s room.


“Bobby, talk to me.” John sounded desperate. But when the Singer never stopped his walk, John caught Bobby’s arm, halting his pace.


“What’s the hell is going on? You guys just make it look like it was all my fault. Maybe I’m wrong to talk to him like that, or hurting him like that. But he’s the one who started this. I just wanna know the reason why he never showed up when he’s the one who agreed to meet.”


Bobby moved up his eyes to meet the Winchester’s, taking a few second just to read the face before saying, “You don’t get it right?”


“Get what?”


“Why this all happened in the first place.” The words received a frown from the hunter.


“What? That he missed his brother? I knew that. But he’s twenty two, Bobby. He can’t act like a kid anymore. He needs to stay sharp. Besides, it’s not a good enough reason to leave me worrying about him on purpose.”


“Huh.” Bobby puffed along with a sarcastic smirk. “That’s why I told you that you don’t get it.” And with that, Bobby started to continue his walk.


“Bobby, wait… wait!” Once again, Bobby was stopped by a grip on his arm but this time it was stronger than before.


“Just… just talk to me please. What’s going on with him?” it was Bobby’s turn to frown this time. He stared at the hunter with a long thought. John never pleaded him with anything, never. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe this man tried to understand but he didn’t know how.


Maybe it was not just Dean, but they both needed help.


Bobby sighed, turning his body to fully face his friend. “Dean needs help. Our help. He’s not like himself anymore. And it’s not just about Sam. It’s about you too.” You made something that makes him think that you hate him.


“About me? What… what is it about me? I know he’s not like himself. Ever since Sam left, he-”


“You don’t understand.” It’s not just Sam. It’s you.


“Then help me understand!”


Bobby frowned at the snap. This was the side he never saw coming out from John Winchester. He knew the guy cared about his sons and he had seen so many times before when the guy was worried about his sons everytime they got hurt. But this was different.


He seemed scared.


Like he was afraid to lose something so precious.


Like he was losing his son now. Both sons. And like he didn’t know how to get it back.


Bobby had to admit, maybe after what he did, John Winchester was still a great father.


Bobby made a step to his friend, increasing the confusion on the Winchester’s face. Pinching his lips together, he put the blanket and the first aid kit into John’s arms, inviting a pair of raising eyebrows. John’s eyes were full of question but Bobby just gave him a warm smile to his friend.


“He still has his fever, and you just reopened his stitches on the back of his head. If you want to fix this, the first thing you need to do is talk to him. I can’t say anything. What if I’m wrong?”


The look in John’s face was varied with everything. He was so overwhelmed with feelings but on top of everything, he felt so lucky to have a friend like Bobby. “Thanks Bobby.”


“Yeah, yeah whatever. Just don’t push too hard okay? Or you’re not going to be able to stop me from killing you the next time.”


Their eyes met for one last time before John made his steps to the room. Whatever this thing was, he vowed to himself to make it right this time.


TBC


:hide Err... Would you please let me know something about this chapter?

I hope that Dean can help him understand why he done what he did. I really do like where this story is going and I'm looking forward to the next update :)

Nice story ~ poor Dean he just can't seem to be happy. I can't wait to find out what is going to happen between the Winchester men. Love a story with Bobby in it too. :)

Awesome story single minded. I can't wait for Dean and John's talk. Please update soon.

OMG...Angsty Dean?...LOOOOVE It! :D Can't wait for more...Please don't make me wait too long.

:nurse Daddy Nurse!!! Patch up those wounds...Physically and mentally!

Pls dfon´t stop....

great story...

continue pls

:bouncy

I love it so far. I mean, poor Dean! :cry
please carry on with the story.........quickly!

AN: Sorry for the late update. :bang I know it's my fault :bang. But here's chapter four, hope you like it.

Beta’ed: Green Raven 212 from FF.net.

Summary: See Chapter 1

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1


Distant and Faded
Chapter IV


Maybe it was the fever, or maybe it was the headache that started its pumping again in his head that made him fall asleep too fast. He was sure that he just closed his eyes for a second when he felt something cold and wet behind his head.


“Bobby.” He tried to turn to his back when a big hand held his shoulder to stay still.


And the hand was not Bobby’s.


“No, it’s me. Stay still, I need to take care of your head.”


Hearing the voice, Dean quickly turned his body to the right, supporting his form with his right elbow. And John never had a second to stop the boy from facing him this time. And the way Dean looked at him just shrunk his heart.


What was that? Did he think that I’m going to hurt him?


“Dad?”


“Yeah.” Why are you so stupid John? Is that the only word you know how to pronounce?


John cleared his throat, he tried to say something, like starting a conversation but somehow, he didn’t know how to do that. It was not their stuff, talking about their feelings, having some chick flick moments, a thing he knew Dean hated too much. And he knew that he just threw the chance when something else slipped from his lips. “Why don’t you lie back like before? I tried to clean the wound. Then you can go back to sleep.”


Dean took a slight glance at his father, before looking back on his palm. Apart from everything, the lines there were the most interesting things right now. But he didn’t want to just sit there, facing each other and saying nothing. So he nodded and laying back on his left, facing his back to his father.


He closed his eyes shut when the cold wet cloth rubbed his head again, before something surely a needle sticking through his skin.


Thinking back, it was funny how two weeks could change their life. They seemed more like strangers now, instead of father and son. He knew some of this was his fault. But maybe this was what his father wanted. John never saw him as a son before. He should know it early. Sam was right. He was just a soldier, his father’s puppet.


His father didn’t even want to talk to him right now. Maybe he was doing this because Bobby asked him too.


He never mattered to his father. It was just the hunt, Sam and the stupid thing that killed their mom.


John just needed him to protect Sam. Now Sam has his own life, he didn’t need his big brother anymore and it meant that his job was done.


He was useless now.


And in silence, his father convinced him about that. His dad never wanted to see his face. He kept separating them to different hunts. Where was the main rule he said before? That ‘we hunt together; we watch each other back together’. He thought they were a family. But at the end, he was the only stupid person out of three. Sam saw this a long time ago and he was the one who didn’t get it.


They are not family. They were just hunters.


Dean felt a warm blanket pulled up to his shoulder before a hand soothed back his hair a few times, taking away some of the aches in his head. He frowned. His father never did this since a long time ago. He didn’t know if he had it when he was unconscious or something but his father never touched him like this on his awareness.


He turned slowly onto his back, staring with a deeper frown into his father’s eyes. The sooth stopped and the older hunter was looking away but he managed to catch something in the eyes. It was not hatred or anything he expected. It was something he never used to, something he didn’t know how to read.


It was something else.


And suddenly it gave him a new hope. Maybe Sam was the one who wrong. Maybe he was the one who was right.


They were still a family.


And he just needed to make it right this time.


He made a mistake before and he needed to apologize.


“I’m sorry.” His raw voice sounded nothing like his but he knew he said it when the older Winchester turned back to look at him.


“I know. Me too, buddy. Me too.” John gave a small smile to his son. It was a half smile but still, it was there.


“Go back to sleep. Everything is gonna be fine tomorrow.” Then he continued to brush the sandy hair until the boy was asleep.


When he wanted to touch his son, he still could feel the trembling in his hand but it was better now. And the important thing was, Dean never noticed about that.


He smiled.


This was a start. He was sure they could make it this time.


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Sam tossed carelessly to his right. But he still couldn’t sleep. So he moved back to his left. And it was still the same. Then he lied flatly on his back. He opened his eyes with a big sigh. His hands rubbed his face roughly.


“Damn it!”


“Dude, still can’t sleep?”


Sam turned his head to his left, looking at Henry, his roommate. “Yeah, sorry I woke you up.”


“Nah, I can’t sleep either.” Henry threw both his legs down to the floor. He looked at his friend with sympathy. “But seriously man, it’s been three days. You can’t stay like this. It’s final exam next week. I know you can do it but man, it’s no fun to answer the question if your eyes are screaming for a nap.”


“Yeah, I know. I tried but…”


Henry shook his head before asking. “Just what’s the problem, man? You know you can tell me anything.”


Sam turned to his friend once more. The African-American guy seemed sincere to help him. He thought for a while. It couldn’t hurt to tell Henry about it, it was not like he told him everything about his previous life. So, Sam chucked out his legs beside the bed, turning on the lamp, and sat duplicating his friend’s pose. For a while, they just facing each other with a silence before Sam took a deep breath and started telling him.


“It’s just my brother.”


“You have a brother?” Henry asked with a surprised frown.


Sam didn’t bother to answer, just continued. “We never talked since I came here. We used to be good brothers but then everything just… you know, not like before. And then…”


“Then what?”


“I got a call from him.”


“Three days ago.” Henry completed his friend’s sentence. He knew it because it was the reason for all this insomnia stuff.


“Yeah. You’re the only person who has my number right? And I’m sure you didn’t give it to him. I don’t know where he got my number but he can do a lot of things you can’t, you know.” Sam chuckled. Dean was something. But sometimes, he didn’t understand his brother. Like why in the hell did he love to be just a good little soldier? He was smart and he was still young. He could do a lot of things, if he wanted.


Sam sighed at the thought and continued the story.


“He called me just to say hi.” But I cut him off with ‘I don’t wanna talk to you, Dean’. He felt so bad about it and he would do anything to take it back. But it was too late now. And he didn’t have a strange to call his brother back.


“Then, what happened?” Henry was still curious but he knew he wouldn’t get the full story when Sam just shook his head and lied back on his bed.


“Alright. Whatever man. But…” he took a bottle of pills from his bag that hung at the end of his bed. “I used to have insomnia and this helps me a lot. Don’t worry about it, my dad gave it to me and he’s the best doctor I ever know. I don’t give it to you early because I don’t want you to get used to it.”


Sam caught the bottle that flew into his space. He read the prescription on the label and gave a grateful glance to his roommate. “Thanks dude.”


He took a couple of pills and swallowed them in one gulp. As the bottle changed hands back to the owner, he turned off the lamp and fall back to the pillow. “G’night Henry.”


“Night Sammy.”


He flinched.


TBC


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YAY!!!! An Update! I love it...Poor Sammy! He should call and apolagize...Yep that's what he should do...And then Dean can feel needed again and then it will be all better...but then again...I LOVE angsty Dean. So I'll just wait to see what the next update brings and try not to let my imagination get the best of me! :D