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      Published: 2018-01-26 Updated: 2018-02-07 Chapters: 4/? Words: 5281
****** The End Of The Road ******
by Alleywolf0317
Summary
     Sam never thought it would happen to him. Then it did from one of the
     people he least expected to.
      
     (PLEASE READ TAGS! THIS WORK CAN BE VERY TRIGGERING!)
Notes
     ONCE AGAIN CHECK TAGS!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Monster *****
Sam stares down at the little white stick in his hand. His heart stops. Fear.
Anger. Guilt. As well as other emotions he has no words for flooding his
system. All background noise is gone. The annoying sound of a random commercial
break on the tv gone. The only noise is the clock on the wall mocking him for
fucking up this badly. Tick tick tick. Worthless worthless worthless. Before he
knows what he is doing he is on the ground. Silent tears streaming down his
face. His breathing remains sporadic, but at least he's doing it now.
He doesn't know what to do. Tell the truth then he risks it happening again.
This time not just him but to Dean as well. Sam knows his father will keep on
that promise. After all, he has everything on the line his best friend, the
trust of his son, along with the rest of the hunting community. While John had
quite the reputation Bobby had a bigger one. If Bobby told somebody to shoot
they will.
It doesn't matter John always knew just what to say to get him to keep quiet,
for better or for worse. And this time is definitively for the worse. Sam knows
what will happen if he tells and he wouldn't wish this on anybody especially
his bigger brother who has done nothing in his entire life but support and care
for him.
The clock continues to tick. Sam is slowly brought back to the present. His
mind clearing while his face is sopping. He never thought this would happen to
him. Any of it.
Pulling himself off the ground he opens the bathroom door and silently thanks
God for having Dean and John out of the house. They won't be back for a couple
of days. Out on a hunt while Sam is sick. Of course, it wasn't much just an ear
infection but Dean refused to have him out in the trenches with his hearing
impaired. Not like that mattered anyway.
Before Sam could even process what was happening his gun was in his hand.
Snapping out of whatever trance he was in suddenly drops the gun like it was on
fire.
"No," Sam whispers shaking his head. "Not happening." John wasn't going to get
this from him. He wasn't going to kill himself he was stronger than that. He
will find a way out of this, needs to find a way for Dean and Bobby. He
might've cut himself in the past but that wasn't being dead. Being dead is
being weak. That was what John thought Sam was. Weak.
Thinking about it that's probably what Dean and Bobby think he is. They just
won't say it out loud, unlike his father.
Sam suddenly realized he was pissed off. He wanted to kill something or
someone. Preferably a somebody whose name starts with J. He couldn't though.
Dean loved the man. While Sam and John always fought, Dean was there trying to
make peace. Usually, it didn't work, but at least he tried. It was more than
John ever tried.
Sam's thoughts were jumbled at this point. He couldn't keep focused on one
particular thing. Thoughts frolicking around his mind like they were dogs at a
dog park or something. Sam was too busy trying to catch them to notice anything
that the sun had long ago set. The lamp posts in the parking lot of the motel
casting long strips of lights on his lower body occasionally flickering.
The flickering orange hues draw his attention away from the screwy thoughts
currently plaguing him. Curiosity getting the best of him he shimmies towards
the window. Only one of the lights seemed to be having problems with staying
lit which calmed Sam a tad bit. Only one light having problems means it isn't a
ghost or some other type of supernatural creature it was just faulty electric
work. With his nerves all shot to hell it would be Sam walking to his own
death. Yanking the blinds closed he turns around facing the still on tv. Now
showing a completely different show.
He goes to move towards the television when his stomach flips. Racing to the
bathroom as he feels vile start to climb his stomach he reaches the bathroom
just in time to vomit into the toilet.
After what feels like forever but couldn't have been longer than a few
antagonizing minutes Sam couldn't do anything other than dry heave. Tears once
again slipping from his eyes he wishes Dean was here.
After a few more minutes Sam stops he pulls himself against the wall laying on
the floor of the bathroom. He doesn't want to move but he knows he can't do
this alone. He needs help, but his body won't move. No matter how much he wills
it none of the muscles in his body want to cooperate. He feels weak once again.
His father's taunting words the same words he has heard since he was 6 years-
old repeating themselves over and over again until Sam passes out.
Upon waking up there is enough sunlight flowing through the tiny window above
the toilet to announce the arrival of dawn. Sam finally gets his body to work.
Dragging himself off the floor he staggers to the bed. A blue flashing light on
his phone reveals he has a text message. Turning the screen on Sam reads the
notification. It's from Dean. The only happiness he has felt in weeks manages
to rise for a split second before he reads the text. Once he reads it the same
despair he has pretty much always felt returns.
"I won't be back for another week at least, Dad has me pretty wrapped up in
this case. We are pretty sure its a chupacabra. Not 100 percent though kind of
wish we had your research skills. And before you ask you are on bed rest so no
research and most of all no hunting. Dad will stop by sometime today to check
up on you. Wish it was me but you know how he is. Hoping you can join us! Call
me sometime this afternoon or evening.
Sam's heart drops. There is no way he could spend a single moment alone with
his father. Let alone another whole car ride. Plus Dean and Dad were only 2
states over which according to the time the text was sent and what time was
currently being displayed. John could arrive at any moment.
In fact, that was what happened. The sound of Johns truck pulling up cast even
more fear into Sam. His only hope would be if he could convince his dad he was
still sick. A difficult feat but not impossible. Sam quickly flops himself
under the covers and flips the tv off. Closes his eyes and steadies his
breathing. Hoping he can pull off the still asleep act long enough. The door is
roughly opened. Sam channels all of his fear into shifting over as if his
unconscious form was aware of a person entering the room.
At Johns rough and violent "Get up!" Sam pretends to wake. Head jumping off the
pillow. Gripping his head as if the sudden change of altitude had caused him
pain.
"Does the pathetic little baby need more time off?" John crows at Sam. Now Sam
isn't a rocket scientist but he can clearly see that John had been drinking. A
lot by the waft of smell that hits Sam in the face.
Suddenly a sharp pain rings through his face. The previous experience tells him
it's a slap. And with the anger on John's face, Sam can declare that according
to John he had deserved it.
"You know what?" John suddenly screams at him. Sam can feel the man get more
and more pissed off. "Fuck this! For all, I care you can die! Hell, you should
have instead of your mother, you are a pathetic excuse for a daughter! I'm
going back out there with my only child who isn't worthless or a punk bitch!"
"takes one to know one," Sam quietly mumbles under his breath. Which of course
sets John off. Within seconds Sam was on the floor a few more punches closer
bruises. Pain resonates through his body trying to curl in on himself he lets
out a whimper.
"Shut the fuck up before I make it worse you little bitch!" John then turns and
stalks out of the hotel room. Slamming the door behind him. Before a couple of
seconds have passed John's truck is started up again and peels out of the hotel
parking lot.
Sam wait several minutes feeling bruises already starting to form. His mind
snaps. He's so tired of this, being a punching bag. It's all he has been for
the past 10 years. He was 6 when his dad hit him for the first time. Sam
remembers is clear as day. Pushing the memory away. He stands up his legs
shaking and ready to give out.
He limps away towards the bed. Tears for the 3rd time threatening to fall. He
messes around with his phone before hitting the call button. Sam starts to
sniffle letting the tears fall. After one ring somebody picks up.
At hearing his distress the voice asks him "Sam whats-"
Cutting him off Sam whispers, "Bobby I need your help."
***** Hunters *****
Chapter Summary
     Bobby and Jody arrive and Sam spills some tea.
      
     (Mentions of Rape)
Chapter Notes
     Best summary ever.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Alright boy tell me where you are. I will be there soon." Bobby's voice is
calm and collected. Much unlike how Sam felt. Forcing himself to breathe he
spits out the address.
"The sunrise motel in Kearney Nebraska, room 24."
"I thought your brother said the hunt was in Oklahoma and not Kearney?"
Sam is confused. Did he say, Kearney? Doesn't matter. "Sorry I meant Fremont,
not Kearney. The hunt is in Oklahoma I got a nasty ear infection a few days
back. Dad didn't want me around complaining so he dumped me here."
Bobby let out a string of colorful curse words.
"That idjit is going to get gutted one day. And I hope I am the one to do it,"
Bobby growls.
"Get in line," Sam mutters darkly. If Bobby heard him he made no comment.
"I will be there in about 3 or so hours." The sound of him shuffling around is
evident. "Do you need medical attention?"
"No" pausing he thinks pensively "Maybe? All I know is I can't stay here. I
need to leave as quickly as I can." Panic rising in his voice.
"Care to tell me why?" Bobby questions softly sensing Sam's dilemma. Much more
softly than the gruff man gets.
"I tell you now and you will be distracted. I promise I will tell you once you
get here."
"I'll take your word for that," and the gruff exterior was back. Unlike John's,
however, this was welcomed.
"Thank you." He sighed in relief. Sam was grateful that the hunt was close
enough that Bobby could come and get him within a few hours.
"I will call you when I am about 15 minutes away if that's okay with you,"
Bobby's voice shakes Sam from his silent thanking.
"That's alright. Thank you." The panic and tension in Sam's voice slips away.
"See you soon Sam." It's a promise. Then Bobby hangs up.
Just as quickly as the panic vanished it was back.
How was he going to tell Bobby what happened? There's no way he can do it! If
John somehow found out that Sam had run off to tattle on him then Dean's life
was in danger. Sam was fine with putting his life in danger but not Dean's. It
wasn't fair.
Rolling over on the bed he stares at the ceiling his heart thumping the only
sound in the room.
Different ideas of how to tell Bobby float through his mind, but despite what
he thinks there is no skirting around it. If he wants to get rid of John's baby
then he has to tell the truth.
The sudden realization slams down on Sam all at once. He was having his
father's child. A product of his father. His father's rape. His father raped
him and now he is having his father's child.
His breathing quickens to a full-blown panic attack. Sam rolls off the bed
trying to move towards the bathroom. His already weak legs give out. He manages
to pull himself against the wall. This one is worse than the one from last
night. There's nothing. No sound. No breathing. Nothing. Nothing but Sam's
pounding head and ears.
Feels like years have passed once black starts to tinge around Sam's vision.
Then he passes out again.
Consciousness comes to him in waves. Somebody is shaking him. Willing him to
wake up. The voice is deep but kind. It's a familiar voice. Bobby.
Sam opens his eyes slowly. Blinking away the burning light.
"Oh thank the lord!" The relief in Bobby's voice is evident. This isn't Bobby's
voice though, this one is female. It's still familiar though. Jody's maybe?
"Bobby he's awake!"
Definitely Jody.
"Sam take it easy. What year is it?"
"2018" Sam responds going along with the concussion thing for Jody's sake.
"Who is the president?"
"Please don't make me say it," Sam responds fully lucid now. "If I don't admit
it he isn't in charge," he adds voice full of snark and sarcasm.
"He's fine Jody." Now that was Bobby's voice." If he wasn't given us attitude
then we would have to worry."
"Oh shut up." Sam snaps rolling his eyes with a fond smile. "Let me up why
don't you."
"Sam, what happened? " Jody questions letting sit up against the wall. Both
Jody and Bobby sitting down next to the bed.
"Paannic attack." Sam drags out the panic for added emphasis.
"About what?" Bobby asks
"Some things," Sam turns his head refusing to meet their eyes feeling shameful.
"Sam you told me you would tell us." Bobby presses. "And here we are. I promise
we won't get mad at you."
Sighing Sam gives in. "I'm not telling you everything right now. Just why I
need to get out of here. You have to promise not to tell my dad what I am about
to tell you."
"Why-" Jody starts
"Of course Sam if he doesn't need to know then he doesn't." Bobby cuts her off.
"Oh, he knows everything that I'm about to tell you. For my safety and Dean's I
need you to not tell him until we know what to do about him." Sam spits out.
Both are shocked Sam can see that fairly easily. Not letting them get to say a
word Sam continues. Lifting up his shirt to reveal the remains of John's abuse.
Jody gasps at the bruises.
"This is what happens when I am left alone with him. These ones, in particular,
are from this morning. The first time it happened I was 6."
"John did that to you?" Bobby snarled pissed to the core.
"Yep. And so much more." Sam continues along. "He also has called me useless, a
little bitch, whore, and demon spawn more times than my own name."
Jody and Bobby look at each other. Jody goes to say something but Sam cuts her
off.
"There's also the fact that I'm pregnant with his child," Sam growls his
usually great verbal filter gone. Sam's face drops when he realizes what he has
said. He shivers slightly at the memory.
"What? Sam are you sure? I mean. I don't. What?" Bobby usually full of words
had none.
"Sam? Are you positive?" Jody picks up where Bobby couldn't continue. "Have you
taken a test?"
Sam just gets up and walks into the bathroom. Picks up the two pregnancy tests
and takes them out. Flopping down on the floor he hands them to Bobby and Jody.
"I took them a week apart. I couldn't believe the first one so I took another
one last night. Lots of good that did me." Sam sighs bitterly.
"Sam was this consensual?" Jody asks going full-on cop mode.
"Nothing with that man ever is. Why would this be?"
"If we want to put your father behind bars then I need to know everything."
Sam hadn't even thought about that. Did he want he want his to send John to
jail? If he did then he and Dean would be safe. Unless John broke out. Dean
would be safer because at least John respected him a little bit. Sam, however,
would be in some serious danger.
"Sam? You okay kid?" Bobby's voice brings him out of his thoughts.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"I said, are you ready to go?"
"Uh, yeah I just got to grab one or two more things."
Chapter End Notes
     Fremont, not Kearney is an inside joke with my family. You would've
     had to be there to get it.
***** Rolling Like The Hills *****
Chapter Summary
     Fremont to Sioux Falls is a nice drive.
Chapter Notes
     So I cut this chapter short so then it wouldn't be 6 thousand words
     of random details that don't matter.
The ride to Sioux Falls would always be one of Sam's favorite things. Driving
along highway 77 was a calming experience for him. Dean found it boring and
plain. He had always claimed that the small towns were deader than the ghosts
they hunted. Sam found the small towns interesting. He had a soft spot for the
quiet laid back feeling of them. Since it's midsummer there a lot of commotion
for the place. Kids running out to play at the local park, adults working on
things outside or just hanging out. The feeling of normal makes Sam feel
better.
"Sam, you hungry?" Jody questions from the front seat.
Of course, he was hungry he hasn't eaten in days and then he threw up anything
he had still in his stomach. He hadn't even noticed how hungry he was until she
asked. His stomach chose then to let out a rumble that rivals the car's engine.
"I'll take that as a yes," Jody adds with a smirk. "Do you want to stop at a
gas station or wait until we see a restaurant?"
"Can we wait for a restaurant?" Sam asks feeling like a little kid again,
begging his father to let them eat at a decent place for once. Not like it ever
made a difference, they always drove right past them.
"Of course kiddo," Bobby responds.
Sam turns back towards the scenes around him. Looking out at where the town was
but now was fields and trees he looks down at his phone and sees that the
little light was blinking again. It's from Dean. He got it about an hour ago.
"I'm guessing that you didn't text me back earlier because you were asleep or
damn near it. Dad just called. Said you weren't feeling good still. I tried to
convince him to let me go back and take care of you but he said he needed my
help still. Ugh. I wish I could be there but this must be a difficult case if
he wants my help. Call or text me back when you get this, please. Just to calm
my nerves a bit. Talk to you soon!"
Sam's glad that the last few texts Dean had sent him were using proper English.
Most of the time Dean uses internet speak in his texts just to piss Sam off. He
has a feeling it has something to do with him not feeling well so Dean is being
a bit nicer. Biting his lip he thinks of what he can say to his brother. He
wants nothing more than, to tell the truth, and reveal what their father had
done to him, but that would be putting Dean directly into harm's way with no
backup. So he chose a tiny lie instead.
"Sorry for not responding you were right, I wasn't feeling the best, I read it
and pretty much passed out until Dad got here. About an hour after dad left
Bobby called. He said he couldn't get a hold of dad. When I asked him what for
he said he wanted your help with some cars. I told him to call you but I don't
think that happened. Either way, I think we should go. It's been a tough past
couple of months. I can't wait to see you either, its so quiet here for once.
Kind of annoying silence though. Love you!"
Sam's thought process moving a mile a minute he realizes what this text could
do. Sending it he looks towards the front. "Hey, Bobby if anybody asks you
tried calling John to get Dean's help with some cars next week."
Thankfully the older man seemed to get what he was trying to do. "Well,
obviously you idjit. Dean is the best help I could get around here."
"You sure this is a good plan Sam?" Jody asks also having caught onto what he
is doing.
"Well it's the only one I've got, and I already sent the text so it better be."
Sam was hoping that with Bobby needing Dean's help with cars they could get him
safely to Bobby's house and then have John meet the Sioux Falls Police
Department. Or at least the barrel of Bobby's shotgun either one works for Sam.
"Well, that brings us to the question of the hour. Son, do you want your daddy
to go to jail?" Bobby pressed onwards.
"Yeah but no. " Sam admitted. "I wouldn't mind him in jail but there is always
a possibility he could bust out. But I don't want him free. Then he could hurt
somebody else or find me and Dean again."
"Now it's not the option I want, but we could kill him." Jody pipes up from the
passenger seat. "I don't like the thought of killing a person but he would
deserve it, and it would be the only way to guarantee your safety."
Sam gulps. That is an option plus Sam's mind would be put to rest knowing his
father was dead. But, that was also killing a person. Wouldn't that make them
just as bad as the monsters they hunt?
"I say we save this for after we eat." Bobby cuts in. "There's this restaurant
called Cutless they serve burgers and fries. Pretty decent place."
"You've been there before?" Sam asks unaware that Bobby was this familiar with
the area.
"Yeah, I used to stop there pretty often on my way to Lincoln I kind of forgot
it existed."
"Mark it down on the calendar! Bobby forgot something!" Jody cuts in playfully.
"Oh shut it." Bobby kicks back.
Sam chuckles while watching the exchange. Wondering slightly if this is how his
parents were before his mother died. Shaking himself out of those thoughts
before they could go any deeper.
Bobby takes a left and within minutes they are pulling into a parking spot.
Getting out of the car they stroll towards the door spotting a sign on the door
Sam stops to read it.
"Welcome to Cutless where Men act like Men and Women act like Woman. We reserve
the rights to refuse service to anybody not following these rules."
Bobby and Jody who was also reading the sign turn towards Sam with a silent
question in their eyes. "We still eating here or do you want to go somewhere
else?"
Sam believes his voice is deep enough to pass as fully male so he just shrugs
his shoulders. And into the restaurant they go. Stopping and waiting to be
seated Sam looks around the place. It's just like he thought it would've been.
Very midwestern. The few people who were eating here looked like they were just
passing through as well.
"Hello! Welcome to Cutless! Table or booth?" A hostess had walked up and was
asking them. Shaking Sam from his silent observing of the room.
"Booth will be fine." Bobby gruffly responds. All former happiness left at the
door with the sign.
"All right this way." Then she leads them to a booth in the back corner of the
room. Perfect for them. After they all sat down and she placed the menus in
front of them. Then she vanished to seat another group walking in.
Within a few moment, there was a pretty older waitress introducing herself as
Allison."Can I interest any of you with something to drink? We have Pepsi
products." Her voice was smooth and velvet. If she had been a few years younger
and if he was here Dean would've started flirting with her that instant.
"I'll take a coffee." Jody had started them off. "With sugar please."
Bobby was next. "A Pepsi please." He was still keeping the gruff act on. Which
seemed to surprise the waitress. She clearly wasn't used to people not falling
for her instantly.
"And for the young lady?"
What? Oh no she thought Sam was a girl. Dammit. Sam felt panic overtake his
thought process.
"A water will be fine," Sam doesn't even realize that he had spoken. It wasn't
like he could feel anything at the moment. It was all bringing up blanks.
"All right then! I will be right back with those!"
Shaking out of his trance he nods in the direction of the women. Watching as
she moves towards the counter. Jody and Bobby both wearing the same face of
pity. He doesn't want their fucking pity. He just wants to feel normal.
He turns and looks out of the window at the rolling countrysides and wishes he
could vanish like the wind.
***** Depression is for Everyone! *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam goes over what has happened over the past week.
Chapter Notes
     Mentions of suicidal thoughts. It's like a line or two so its pretty
     brief.
     Also, I'm aiming for some cooler chapter names. There's probably
     going to be about 2 more chapters in this. I'm not quite sure yet
     though.
The rest of the car ride had been uneventful. Thankfully. The whole week had
gone by pretty uneventful. Short of Sam getting rid of the baby. He shudders at
the thought. Walking up to the clinic was probably the worst part. He had been
called a lot of bad names. Killer, sinner, whore, and others. Whore was a
favorite amongst the passing people. The staff was some of the kindest people
he had ever meet. They made sure he was comfortable and called him by the
correct pronouns. They didn't make fun of him or anything of the sort. He
almost felt at home there.
Jody had wanted to arrest everybody who had made fun of Sam. Calling it
harassment or something. Sam, however, had refused. It was their opinion. It's
not like they attacked him.
So life went on as normal, or as normal as it could be. They had quickly fallen
into a routine, Bobby made breakfast and then Jody went to work. After they
cleaned from breakfast Bobby would go out and work on some cars while Sam
maintained the hunting side of Bobby's responsibility. Once Bobby came in for
lunch, Sam would make something for them and then Bobby was out to work.
Sam missed school. He wished it wasn't summer so he had something to do and
work on. To keep him distracted. The Sioux Falls public schools however only
ran like a traditional one. Meaning no school in the summer.
During the evenings Jody would come home and make dinner or bring something
home depending on how she felt. Then they would fall into their home pattern.
Bobby would take a shower. Jody would watch tv and Sam would read a book or
mess around on his computer. It was quiet and peaceful.
Sam had been looking into the high schools in the area. The closest one WHS
didn't seem like a nice school. The main problem was the school was bursting at
the seams, but so was every other high school. Then there was a problem with
violence in the school towards the LGBT community. There was a school called
NTHS that you could get into by applying, but the school was on the other side
of town from where Bobby lived. Other than that the school was perfect. It
really didn't matter to him that much not at the moment anyway.
Especially with Dean and his father coming in tomorrow afternoon. Sam had told
Dean that after Bobby couldn't get a hold of John or Dean he called Sam. Then
came and picked him up. Sam was nervous as hell. Knowing that tomorrow with
either ruin his and Dean's relationship or strengthen it.
Dean practically worshipped John. He almost always had. Where Dean succeeded
with his father Sam had failed. Dean was everything Sam wasn't. Dean's a
fighter, he jumps headfirst into things. Sam waits and plans things out. Doing
the research that people didn't want to do.
Dean also dropped out of school at 16. Sam fought to be able to still go to
school. He crams everything in the evening. Doing research for the hunt then
homework. He stays up to impossible hours in the night trying to finish
everything, but he does it. Of course, that doesn't even count the days that
John and Dean drag him along to some bar. Only for them to get blackout drunk
and Sam driving them home. Honestly, Sam would prefer that over when it was
just John.
John used every moment alone he had with Sam to verbally, physically, and
sexually abuse Sam. John wouldn't do that in front of Dean, because if he did
then he would lose all control he had over Dean. Then all of John's hard work
would be for nothing.
Dean was the father John had neglected to be. Dean was Sam's one constant in
his life. They were close throughout their childhood. Since they were the only
kids they naturally had a close relationship. According to Bobby he and Dean
were close for even before Sam could walk.
There was a while about a year ago when Dean and Sam had fallen apart. If it
wasn't for one of his teachers Sam probably would've killed himself. Whether it
was a good thing that he didn't or not was still up to debate. If he did he
wouldn't be in this mess, but he also might've thrown Dean into it. There is no
exact way to be sure.
"Sam?" Bobby's voice asks quiet and hesitant.
"Yeah, Bobby?" Sam replies a feeling of dread settling in his stomach.
"So I might have realized that we can't have the police force here. This house
is full of illegal weapons and other things that will most certainly get me
arrested." Bobby sounds embarrassed. Sam can't really blame him because it
wasn't like Bobby to overlook things like that. It doesn't matter to Sam
anyways.
"That's ok," Sam says facing Bobby. "It was making me even more nervous to have
people I don't really know there." Very rarely is Sam completely honest but
this was one of the cases.
Bobby shows a hint of a smile then disappears back where Jody was making
dinner.
Within 10 minutes he is called in for dinner. It's spaghetti, Sam's favorite.
They eat in silence. Thoughts running through Sam's head.
He opens his mouth slightly an unspoken question on his lips. Jody and Bobby
look at him waiting for him to say it.
"After... All of this. What if Dean doesn't want me to be around him?"
"Son, I don't think Dean would stand to be more than 10 feet away from you
after we tell him," Bobby says voice full of earnest.
"What if he doesn't though?" Sam's voice raises in panic. "I would've just
ruined his relationship with Dad!
"I would be more concerned with him shooting John," Jody cuts in sweetly.
"What if he doesn't want to be around me because I'm useless!" His voice cracks
on the last word. He feels somebody rubbing his shoulder. It's Jody.
"Sam calm down, please. It doesn't matter. Everything will turn out alright.
Okay?"
Taking a shaky breath he nods. He's no longer hungry just tired. "I'm going to
bed." Then he stands up and walks out. Leaving Jody and Bobby to share
concerned looks.
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