fandomhighdorms | Front Lawn, Town and First Floor Lobby , Sunday Morning

Dawn's plan had been to go to J,GoB's in town and get some breakfasty things before Sam woke up, so she could yell at him for leaving her behind when he went to do dangerous demony things the night before on a full stomach. It was freezing, but it was just external cold and not the cold that had almost frozen her from the inside during the week, so she didn't mind so much.

That plan very quickly changed the first time she got hit in the head with a falling meatball. "What the--" She looked up as she watched the meatball roll away from her into the grass, and managed to avoid the second, and the third, but not the fourth or most of the ones after that.

So, she ran much more quickly into town and picked up some brownies, but mostly she invested in a bunch of sub rolls and some napkins. She stepped out of the bakery, brandishing the sub roll at the sky with vigor and a slightly maniacal gleam in her eyes. "Back! Back, if you don't want to be eaten!" Then she held another (open) roll over her head as she ran back to school.

Dawn dumped the bag of rolls on the floor of the lobby and headed out to catch herself some breakfast.

[ooc: Open to all. Feel free to catch your own meatball sub. If soda rain starts, feel free to say that cups are supplied as well.]

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Dean stared at him. "You can't be serious."

"Of course I'm serious," Sam said. "If I thought Dad would be okay with all of this, I wouldn't be keeping my visions from him."

"Sammy, Dad loves you. You're the most important thing in his life," Dean told him. "A little vision here or there isn't going to change that."

Sam gave Dean a look as though he'd gone slightly crazy. "Dean, you're the most important thing in Dad's life. You really don't think he's going to freak out that there's something weird with me?"

"Did I freak out?" Dean asked. "It doesn't change who you are, just because you have a slightly freakier brain than we thought. And dude, you're are too the most important thing in Dad's life. He's always told me I have to look out for you, take care of you -- not that I resent that or anything, but that's what you do with the most important thing in your life."

"You can't tell me that you weren't freaked out when I first told you what was going on," Sam protested. "And you also didn't see what Dad was like while you were gone."

"You never saw how Dad laid into me when I-" Dean began, then stopped as he realised what he was about to say. But doggedly he continued because this was important that Sammy understand. "When I almost got you killed," he finished quietly. "If I was freaked out when you told me it was because I was freaking invisible and immaterial at the time. Didn't change who you are, or how I feel about you."

"I don't remember you ever almost getting me killed," Sam said. "And even if you did, okay, so Dad laid into you once. He used to lay into me all the time, and the only reason he doesn't do it now is because we're not together 24/7. He's not sensible like you are, Dean. It may not have changed how you feel, but it'll change him."

Dean let the whole almost getting Sammy killed thing drop because he really wasn't ready to talk about it. But the rest...

"Do you really think Dad could just stop loving you like that?"

"Maybe?" Sam said, admittedly uncertain. "I'm not sure. But I don't think I want to find out either."

"He wouldn't," Dean said with complete conviction. "He couldn't. Trust me Sammy."

"I don't have to trust you. We don't need to tell him."

"I don't care if we tell Dad about your visions or not. But you're sitting here being afraid that Dad's going to turn his back on you with the least provocation and that's just not right, Sammy."

"I know it's not right from where you're sitting, but it's right for me," Sam replied stubbornly.

"I don't like you being afraid."

"And you think I like being afraid?"

"Then this isn't working and it's not right for you," Dean said bluntly.

"So what do you suggest? I come clean to Dad, make him freak out, and show me exactly what he'll be like?" Sam replied.

"He's not going to freak out," Dean insisted. "Look, if you want, I can talk to him first-"

"No!" Sam exclaimed. "Dean, please don't say anything. If you want me to talk to Dad, I will. But I need to do it myself, without you trying to help and getting involved in whatever mess occurs."

"I want to help," Dean told him. "You don't have to do this alone, Sammy."

"Yes, I do," Sam insisted. "If you and I go in there together, and tell Dad about this together, he's going to know that you were keeping it from him just like I was. But if I go alone, I can convince him that you didn't know either, that I was keeping it from both of you. And then you won't get into trouble."

"I don't care about that," Dean said bluntly.

"I do," Sam said simply. "You've been covering my ass for months. There's no reason I shouldn't do the same for you."

Part of Dean wanted to insist that it didn't work that way, that he was supposed to protect Sammy, not the other way around, but he had good enough sense to not actually say that. Besides, it wasn't true. Sammy wasn't a little kid anymore and was just as capable of looking out for him as he was for Sammy.

So he settled for, "I'm supposed to be your backup."

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