Two days
had passed. Dean spent his time
fishing. Sam lived among Bobby’s
books. There had been no word from John. The older hunter knew the injured boy was
worried there was no communication.
Sooner or later he would have to tell the boy his father had not been
called. Bobby felt that Dean needed time
to heal.
After
dinner, Dean washed the dishes. The
hunter drank a cup of coffee and watched the boy.
“Dean?”
Bobby
watched the young man’s shoulders stiffen.
He shook his head and sighed.
“Come sit
down, Son.”
“I need to
get these dishes done.”
“They’ll
wait, Boy.”
The young
Winchester sat at the table across from the older man. The bruises were healing and had turned to
shades of green and yellow. The cuts
were almost gone. He sat quietly at the
table, hands clutching each other, and his head bowed.
“I’ve
decided not to give you two back to your father.”
The head
came up with a look of surprise on his face.
“You can’t
do that, Sir. Dad needs us!”
“Dean,
your brother keeps running away. He beat
the shit out of you! He left you injured
for a week and never entered house to check on you when he brought your brother
back. If he needs you he’s not showing
it. You could have died, boy.”
“I can’t
do that to him, Uncle Bobby. I can’t. He’s taught me everything I know. He wants me to hunt with him after school.”
“Tell me,
Dean. How is school?”
The head bowed
again, and the boy didn’t answer.
“Did you
pass?”
“I missed
too much school. I had to spend my time
taking care of things while Dad’s gone.
Sammy has got to have good grades.
I couldn’t do all that and find time to study. I’m hunting some with Dad now. Not all the time, but short hunts.”
“You like
hunting.”
“Yeah, I
think I do. The kids at school aren’t
seeing real life like I am. This is
important.”
“So is
school, Dean. You don’t realize now, but
you’ll regret it later. I promise you.”
“Dad said
we were gonna stay where we were so I could catch up and finish school.”
“Well, you
can’t go back there now.”
Dean rose
and turned back to the sink to finish the dishes.
“He’ll
figure something out,” the boy spoke calmly as picked up a fork and began to
wash it.
Bobby got
up in frustration and left the room.
Castiel, sitting at the table watched the boy in surprise. This was not the boy who whispered, “thank
God” and sobbed softly. He shook his
head, knowing that John had his hooks in deep.
Dean would do whatever his father wanted.
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