Sam and Sensibility
Title comes from the book Sense and Sensibility
Prompt: AU where Mary is alive but John is no longer living with them. Sam is thrown into a cell at the local sheriff station after getting into a fight at a bar. How will Mary react?
Sam is 18 and Dean is 14 in this story
"Sam Winchester?" He heard the voice of the cop who had thrown him in the cell earlier say.
Looking up, Sam deflated at the sight. There was Mary stood beside the cop.
"Your Mom paid your bail so you're free to go. Don't let me catch you fighting again!" The cop stated as he unlocked the cell and walked in, unlocking the handcuffs that were around Sam's wrists.
Once they were off, Sam rubbed his wrists, looking at the abused flesh that was now visible. Slightly bloody and covered in cuts from where he had tried to get them off, the skin was dark red.
Mary had the same embarrassed look that she wore every time she had had to come in and talk to principal. Sam could hear her talking to the cop telling him about how she's always had problems with him but never his little brother. In truth, he had gotten into some fights in the past two years or so, but they had all taken place at school and all involved him beating up the dickheads that had been bullying his little brother. Their Mom had never gotten the full story about Dean being bullied because Dean was at the age where he found it embarrassing that he was still being bullied. Sam promised him that he wouldn't tell her, despite his little brother's concerns about him getting told off because of it. Sam didn't mind getting shouted at or lectured, not if it meant that his little brother felt safer at school because of him deterring the bullies.
Mary had already walked out of the police station, leaving Sam to collect his belongings from the front desk. Walking out, Sam made his way over to the Impala that was parked in one of the spaces in the parking lot before climbing in.
"I can't keep doing this, Sam..." Mary sighed after a few seconds of silence. "I won't."
"I'll pay you back." Sam stated.
"I don't care about the bail!" She shouted.
Sam was taken aback by Mary's anger.
Neither of them said another word on the drive home.
Dean was waiting for them in the living room when they walked into the house. His eyes immediately widening at the sight of his older brother.
Sam was covered in bruises, the most profound on his cheek which looked much more painful than the rest. He also had dried blood on his lip, knuckles and forehead from a small gash. There was also the state of his wrists from wearing the handcuffs all night.
Mary dumped her bag down on the couch, still not saying a word.
"Are you alright?" Dean whispered to his older brother so that she wouldn't hear.
"Liar." Dean responded, knowing that his brother must be in a considerable amount of pain. "What happened?" He spoke up, breaking the silence.
Mary turned around. "Your brother got into a fight...again! But this time, in a bar...Seriously, you're getting yourself into bar fights now!"
"I can explain everything." Sam stated. In truth, the guys who he had gotten into a fight with at the bar were making comments about his family. Sam had tried to control his temper, but they had persisted and the things they were saying became more and more vivid, leading to Sam snapping.
"I'm sure you can...but I need you to go, Sam." She paused. "I want you out of the house."
Dean's eyes widened.
Sam was speechless.
"I have had to do this so many times, and I refuse to have to deal with it anymore! You are eighteen years old, Sam, the quicker you start acting like it, the quicker you'll be able to get on with your life." She paused. "I know your Dad leaving was hard for you..."
Sam shook his head, not believing what he was hearing.
"...but I hoped at the time that you wouldn't be like him. That you wouldn't have his anger, but I was wrong."
"Don't you dare compare me with that bastard!" Sam shouted through gritted teeth, annoyed that she had compared him with the man that walked out on them 14 years ago. "I am nothing like him!"
"Mom..." Dean eventually spoke up, sensing that his older brother was getting angrier. He and Sam's close relationship through the years meant that he knew his brother well enough to know what would make him angry while also giving him the ability to understand how his brother was feeling. Because of this, Dean had always been good at calming him down.
"Dean, go upstairs...please..." Their Mom stated as she turned to him.
"You can't kick him out...please don't kick him out."
"Dean!" It was clear that she was losing her temper. "It's what's best."
"No it's not!" Dean shouted. "How is kicking Sam out going to help anyone?"
"I'm not having this conversation with you, Dean." Mary stated before turning back to Sam. "Get your stuff, I want you out."
"I'm not leaving Dean!" Sam stated.
"That's not your choice to make." Mary retorted.
"You can't stop me from seeing Sam!" Dean shouted.
"I can if I feel that's what's best."
"It's not!" Dean replied. "He's my brother!"
Mary ignored her youngest. "Out, now!"
Sam scoffed as he grabbed his jacket off the back of the couch and stormed upstairs to get his stuff.
Hearing a knock at the door, Bobby walked through into the hallway before opening it. There on the porch stood Sam.
"Sam?" Bobby asked. "What are you doing here?"
"Mom kicked me out." He answered quietly, clearly affected by the whole thing.
Bobby couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could Mary kick her eldest out? "You okay, boy?" He asked softly.
"No." He shook his head, clearly trying to hold back tears. "I don't have anywhere to go."
"My home is your home, boy. You know that." Bobby reminded him with a smile.
The eldest Winchester smiled slightly. "Thanks, Bobby."
"You're welcome, Sam." He stepped back from the door allowing him to walk in.
Bobby allowed the boy time to get inside before he began bombarding him with questions. "No offense, kid, but you look like you've gone twenty rounds, what happened?"
"Got into a fight." Sam answered simply.
"Care to be a little more specific?" Bobby asked.
"I got into a fight at a bar, lost, they then beat me up, the bar owner rang the cops, they arrested me, threw me into a holding cell, called Mom, she paid the bail, told me that she couldn't keep doing this, got home, got compared to my ass of a father, and then got kicked out."
"How you doing?" Bobby asked softly, noticing how wrecked the kid looked both physically and mentally.
Bobby wasn't stupid. "Sam..."
"Mom won't let me see Dean." Sam explained.
And that was what was bothering the eldest Winchester.
"Not at all?" Bobby asked.
Sam shook his head.
Bobby sighed. "I'm sure your Mom will come around." He paused. "Why don't you head upstairs and get yourself cleaned up while I put some soup on."
"Thanks, Bobby." Sam smiled. "I really do appreciate it."
Bobby smiled too. "I know."
Sam walked off upstairs.
Bobby walked through into the kitchen and picked up the phone. Dialling a number, he waited.
"Mary." Bobby answered.
"Bobby? You haven't called in a while."
"Why did you kick your son out?" Bobby just came out with it. His tone wasn't aggressive or pushy, just protective over the kid that he had found on his doorstep.
"I couldn't take it anymore, Bobby. The fights...it's not a good example for Dean."
"Dean's not stupid, Mary, and by kicking Sam out, you've removed the only example Dean's really shaped himself around. Cause' he didn't have his Dad around to act as a father figure, he had Sam." Bobby paused. "That boy has done so much for you and for Dean over the years, and what thanks does he get?...And comparing him to John? That's pretty low, you must have known how the kid was gonna' react when you threw that one at him."
"What was I supposed to do?" Mary asked.
"Maybe not kick your son out?!" Bobby suggested.
"He's had a billion chances already, Bobby, he needs to learn...he's eighteen for god sake!"
"Sam's Dad walked out on him when he was four, and now you've just kicked him out...What Sam needed was stability in the fact that he had one parent that cared." Bobby paused. "And just out of curiosity, how's Dean taking this?"
"He's locked himself in his room and is refusing to come out." Mary answered.
"Sam needs stability, so he can stay here with me. Dean's welcome to come and visit whenever he wants. I know you might think that keeping those boys apart is the best thing for them, but you're wrong, and the sooner you see that the better." Bobby hung up, angrily slamming the phone down on the table. He turned to see Sam stood in the doorway with a saddened expression. "You could give a guy a heart attack sneaking up on him like that, boy."
"Sorry, Bobby." Sam apologised.
"It's okay, kid." Bobby smiled.
"Was that Mom?" He asked.
"So she still won't let me see Dean?" Sam asked.
"I'm sorry." Bobby said as he shook his head.
"It's not your fault." Sam stated.
"It's not yours either."
"I'm sure Mom would have something to say about that." Sam sighed. "Hey, Bobby...is it okay if I just head up to bed?"
"Do you not want something to eat first?" Bobby asked.
"I'm not really hungry." He answered.
"Okay, then I'll see you in the morning then." Bobby smiled.
"Night, Bobby." Sam smiled sadly before walking off upstairs.
The weeks passed, and Mary had kept to her word of not allowing Sam to see Dean despite the many attempts that the eldest Winchester made to try and see him.
Sat at one of the seats at the old wooden table in the kitchen, Bobby watched as Sam walked down the stairs and defeatedly dumped himself down onto the seat opposite, placing one arm down on the table before resting his head on it.
Bobby knew why the kid was so tired. Sam had spent the day yesterday travelling to his Mom's house to try and see Dean. It must have been something like the 100th time he'd tried to see the kid, but Sam wasn't giving up. Bobby would often come down to find Sam crashed out on the couch or asleep at the kitchen table, but this morning was different. Although Sam did look deprived of sleep, Bobby noticed tears that were silently trickling down his cheeks before being soaked up by the material of his hoodie.
"Sam..." He spoke up in a soft, caring tone.
The eldest Winchester didn't respond.
Bobby hated seeing the kid upset. He'd had to watch Sam go through day after day of being separated from his brother, and witness the effect that being apart from his little brother was having on Sam. "Sam..." He tried again. "...talk to me, kiddo..." Being apart from his brother was slowly but surely killing Sam, and he seemed to be the only one that realise that.
"I just want to see my little brother..." Sam's weak, tearful tone spoke in an almost whisper.
And with those words, Bobby could feel his heart breaking.
Sam sniffled as he wiped his eyes with the cuff of his hoodie before getting up from the table and walking off.
Bobby stood up and walked across the kitchen. Picking up the phone, he dialled the number. "Mary...we need to talk." Bobby stated.
Lying in his bed, Sam was reluctant to get up. The time on the clock read '9:47', but he couldn't persuade his body to drag itself out of bed. Pulling the covers over his head, he tried to block out the light that was blaring in through the peach coloured blinds that were hung precariously from a black pole on the wall.
It was then that he heard the sound of a car door opening and closing.
And then a second.
Sam furrowed an eyebrow, pulling the covers off from over his head. Clambering sleepily so that he was leaning against the white wooden windowsill, he looked down at the salvage yard below, seeking out Bobby's car through the stacks of junk ones. Something caught his eye.
Sam's eyes widened as he nearly fell out of bed as his lanky frame became tangled up in the covers that he was quickly trying to free himself from. Finally getting out of bed, he sprinted out of the room and down the corridor, not caring that he was still dressed in his pyjamas before taking each step of the old, creaky wooden stairs two at a time. Stood in the hallway, the door opened just as he reached it.
Bobby walked in first followed by...Dean.
A beaming smile appeared on Sam's face before he closed the gap between him and his little brother, engulfing him in a tight embrace as he wrapped his arms around him protectively as if to never let him go again. Tears also began to stream down his cheeks as he rested his head on top of his little brother's.
Dean was equally emotional as he accepted the embrace, burying himself against his older brother's chest as he cried too. "Sam..."
"It's okay..." Sam began to reassure, stroking a hand through his little brother's soft brown hair in comfort. "It's okay...I'm here..."
Tears could be seen in the old coot's eyes too as he witnessed the reunion of the two brothers.
Sam turned to him and smiled the most grateful smile. "Thank you." He mouthed.
"You're welcome." Bobby replied.