Dean stood
still for a while, eyes closed, with his hands fisted, nails biting deeply and
drawing blood. The boy finally winced
from the pain and his mind cleared. He
only had two choices Bobby or his Dad.
If he called Bobby, he might get Sam back without John knowing. Shaking his head, he knew the reality of John
Winchester never knowing.
The boy
walked over to the phone and called the number of the hunter John was working
with. His father said very little. Has asked the pertinent questions and told
Dean to be ready.
It was
late when the man finally arrived. He walked
into the house, stared at his older son, and walked to the phone. Dean realized the man was calling Bobby. John listened for a moment and hung up the phone.
He walked
over to Dean. The boy stood and faced
the man.
“I had no
way of knowing he was gonna do that, Dad,” he spoke quickly, a sense of panic
in his voice.
John said
nothing. He kept staring. The quietness made Dean’s stomach hurt even
more.
“Dad, we
gotta find him. He could get hurt. I’m sorry, Dad.”
“He ran
off on your watch, Dean,” the man spoke quietly.
“I know,
Dad. He was going to the library.”
“Where
were you?”
“I went to
the burger place,” Dean turned pale as the thought of the girl came to mind.
He never
saw the fist.
“Get up,
Dean,” John growled.
The boy
rose to his feet and faced his punishment.
He’d lost his charge and deserved what was going to happen. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
“You were
supposed to keep an eye on him! You were
chasing girls, Dean! Sam was your
responsibility. Anything happens to him,
I will take it out of your hide!”
“Yes, Sir!” Dean took the hits to his stomach and his
face.
The angel
arrived and headed towards the boy’s father.
‘Castiel….’
‘Father? I have to stop this.’
‘No. You may comfort him when it is over, but you
cannot interfere this time, my Son. This
memory is vital for Dean. I am sorry.’
‘May I
help him heal?’
‘After the
father is gone, but slowly. He must not
think it is a miracle.’
Cas
watched John Winchester beat his son, anger showing on the angel’s face. If he had his way, this would be the last
time the man touched the boy.
John
headed for the door, leaving hs son leaning against a wall, holding his
stomach.
“Dad?”
“He’s in
Flagstaff. Bobby called around. You will stay here. I’ll decide whether you get to stay with Sam
or not when I get back,” the hunter answered as he left the house.
Dean laid
on his side on the floor and deep sobs left him. He would take anything from his dad but don’t
take his Sammy away. Cas could hear the
whimpered cries between the deep sobs.
He laid
down on the floor with the boy, and held him, slowly easing some of the pain
and letting his peace fall upon him.
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