Castiel’s
head turned as he heard a commotion at the front door. The door closed and someone was running
towards the bedrooms.
“Dean!” Sam’s head peeked into the bedroom. He saw his brother sleeping, grinned, ran and
jumped on the bed. Dean jumped, a look
of surprise on his face.
“Sam?” He looked beyond his brother to see if his
father had followed. The sound of the
Impala’s engine entered his clouded mind.
“Where’s Dad going?”
“He said
he had a hunt to finish,” Sam answered, staring his his brother. “What happened to you?”
Cas walked
over to the bed he had deserted when the younger Winchester entered the
room. Dean stared at his brother.
“He didn’t
need to talk to me?”
“No,
Dean. He said you knew what he wanted.”
“Oh,” was
all the older brother said.
Sam
punched his brother’s shoulder. “What
happened to you?”
“I had an
accident. I tripped and fell into
something.”
“Are you
okay?”
“Yeah,
Sam. I’m always okay. Right?”
“You would
have liked Flagstaff, Dean.”
“I don’t
want to talk about it, Sammy,” the older boy whispered softly.
“Okay. Can we eat?
I’m starved,” Sam grinned as he spoke.
“Yeah. Give me a few minutes.”
Castiel,
listening to the conversation thought that Sam’s next walk would bring him in
contact with poison ivy or poison oak.
He was still contemplating John Winchester.
Dean
entered the kitchen and found some can spaghetti and put the food into a pan
and turned on the stove. He set a bowl
for Sam, and passed out on the kitchen floor.
Sam ran
into the kitchen and turned off the stove.
He ran next door and got the
elderly lady who lived there.
The woman
knelt beside the boy and checked him.
She looked up at the darker of the two.
“He’s been
injured. When was the last time he had a
meal?”
“I…I don’t
know. I was in Arizona.”
“Where’s
your Dad? I saw him drive up.”
“He had to
finish a job. I can get our Uncle.”
“Get
him. If that pasta is for you, finish
heating it and eat. I’ll revive this one
and fix him some soup. I had no idea he
was here alone all this time; and injured, too.”
The woman
was a retired nurse. She managed to
waken Dean with unexpected help from an angel.
The boy managed to rise and apologized.
“You don’t
owe me one. Let’s get you into bed. You look exhausted. I’ll bring you some soup. When was your last
meal?
Dean
turned red, “The afternoon Dad left to find Sam. He ran away.”
“He beat
you?”
“I fell.”
“Of course
you did. I’ll make your soup.”
The nurse
called the number Sam gave her. She made
soup and brought it to the older boy.
After he ate, Sam entered the bedroom, a look of concern on his
face. He had not realized that Dean was
in such a bad shape. Guilt showed in his
eyes.
Dean ate
the soup and laid down on the bed and slept.
Late in the evening, Bobby arrived.
He entered the house without knocking.
He stared at the nurse who returned his gaze.
Sam was
reading a book in the kitchen and walked into the living room. Bobby stared at him and cut him off before
the boy could speak.
“How’s
Dean?”
He had the
first meal he has eaten in a week. I
think his brother’s arrival woke him from the first sleep he’s had.”
“Damn!”
“The boy
was beaten, Mr. Singer. I am obligated
to report this.”
“The boys
will end up in the system. Let me take
them. Believe me, his Father will pay
for this.”
“I shouldn’t, but the system isn’t a good one and he’s older.
All right. I am going to head
home, Mr. Singer. Get those boys out of
here.”
Bobby
entered the bedroom with a quiet Sam
behind him.
“Well,
boy, what have you gotten into this time?”
“I fell,
Uncle Bobby.”
“Idjit. I’m no more stupid than the nurse. Sam, pack everything you boys have. No, Dean, stay put. You’re healing well, but you look like you
did a round with a prizefighter.”
Within an
hour, Bobby had the boys in his car. Sam
rode shotgun, and Dean slept in the back seat with an angel watching over him.
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