John
Winchester did not move. Instead, the
boys’ father stayed where he was and waited on his sons.
Dean
sighed and looked down at his little brother and saw the hesitation in the
boy’s eyes. Sam did not want to go further. A sad smile crossed the older
Winchester boy’s face.
“It’s
okay, Sammy. He’s not gonna hurt you,”
the teen spoke softly, placing an arm around his brother’s shoulder, feeling
how tense the boy was.
Sam nodded
and the two walked towards their father.
John remained quiet as the boys approached the car. He looked at the ball and gloves.
“You
played ball?”
Before
Dean could respond, Sam piped up, “It’s a good way to practice hand and eye
coordination, Dad. You had the car. We had nothing else to practice with.”
Both of
the older Winchesters stared at the youngest.
John grunted and opened the car door.
“Get
in. Your stuff’s already in the
trunk. We have a hunt in Alabama.”
Dean didn’t
realize he was holding his breath. He
released the air and whispered, “Thanks, Sammy.” The younger boy smiled up at him and Dean
realized just how much he loved and needed the boy. Sam was his only constant. He took another deep breath and both climbed
into the Impala.
Castiel
was relieved and marveled at the younger Winchester’s ingenuity.
The angel smiled and thought that Dean might just have the companion he
needed when John got out of his life.
Father
smiled sadly, knowing what the future held.
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