Sunday, July 1, 2012
Snippets Fifty-Nine: November 2
Sam and Dean were watching cartoons after breakfast. Bobby was outside talking to a hunter who had stopped by to ask some advice. The phone rang and Dean ran into the kitchen and picked up the receiver.
“Dean?” John’s voice queried.
The young Winchester froze for a moment.
“Dad,” he replied.
“It’s good to hear your voice, Son.”
Dean was quiet, unsure of what to say. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Castiel stood beside him and was thinking fast. He went to nudge Bobby.
“You there, Son?”
“Yeah, Dad. I’ll go get Unca Bobby.”
“I called to talk to you.”
“Dean, I know I told you to protect Sam. Today is double important. It’s November 2nd, Son.”
John’s drunken voice raised in anger, “Don’t tell me you don’t remember the day your Mom died! What kind of son are you? Whatever it was came after Sam. You protect him. You hear me?”
Dean dropped the phone and ran to Sam as Bobby entered the house. He walked over to the boys.
“You boys all right?”
The expressive hazel eyes showed fear and tears were glistening. Bobby knelt down and spoke softly, “What happened?”
The boy sobbed. As Bobby reached for him, another line rang. He got up and went into the kitchen. He saw one phone dangling and paused, picked it up and heard a busy signal. He answered the other line.
“Yeah?” Bobby listened, eyes getting wider and he turned and looked in the living room where Dean was holding his brother.
“You told him what!!? John don’t call here drunk ever again. You can’t expect Dean to do one half of what you’re wanting.” Bobby listened. “John you just messed him up again. How can he heal if you keep doing this crap? Forget Thanksgiving. The boy won’t be ready to see you.”
Bobby hung up the phone and tried to think of what to do. A thought came to mind. He walked into the living room.
“Dean, Sammy, we are going out. I thought that maybe some putt putt golf and a cheeseburger and pie would be a good way to start the day. We’ll pick up some movies and popcorn and snacks for this afternoon. Let’s go.”
Castiel saw a small tremor of a smile on Dean’s face. The angel closed his eyes and disappeared. John Winchester came down with a virulent case of influenza. The angel was satisfied. Now to help Dean recover.