Dean
requested several restroom stops during the day for himself and Sammy. He asked for drinks and food. John wasn’t happy about it but bought the
boys tuna sandwiches and a coke. Dean
looked at the food and at his brother.
He took out the bag that Bobby had made for Sammy and got out what the
boy could eat at his age. He did let
him have some of the coke. John watched
and grew angry over the sack lunches.
“Okay, next
time, you go in and get the food.”
The drive to
Lincoln was difficult for both boys.
Around eleven in the evening, Dean woke up beside his brother, not sure
where he was. The motion made him
realize they were still driving.
He looked at
the highway through the front windshield.
“Daddy?”
“What,
Dean? Don’t call me Daddy. Call me Dad.”
“Okay. Dad?”
“What Dean?” John sounded irritated.
“We need to
go to bed.”
“Sam is
asleep and you were. Go back to sleep. I’m not stopping until I have to.”
“Dad?”
“What, Dean!”
“Sammy and I
had a bed at Unca Bobby’s.”
“Damn it!” John pulled off the highway into cheap
motel. Castiel looked at it and a memory
of Sodom and Gomorrah passed through his mind.
One hour room rentals followed that thought.
John locked
the car and went to get a room. When he
came out a hooker was tapping on the rear window trying to get his son to roll
it down, much to the chagrin of one angel.
“He’s
underage.”
The woman
turned and smiled up at the older Winchester.
“You’re not.”
“You’re
right, but I’m broke and I got the two kids with me.”
“If you got
a bottle to split, put them to bed and come to my room.”
John grinned
and asked for a number.
He took the
boys and their duffels into the motel room and showed his son how to salt the
room.
“If anyone
tries to get in, you shoot them with this,” he handed Dean the pistol he’d
tested him with.
Dean stared
at his Dad as the man took a bag with a bottle in it and left the room.
Castiel was
freaking out.
‘Father!’
‘Castiel, if
anyone attempts to enter the room, deal with them. You have my permission to protect the boys in
this situation.”
The angel
turned and saw Dean put his brother into pajamas and climb into the bed with
him. Exhaustion was such that the young
Winchester could no longer keep his eyes open.
He cuddled his brother close and instinctively put himself between the door and Sammy; a habit he would never break.
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