Purple Rain, for troll_la_la
Title: Purple Rain
Recipient: troll_la_la
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,600
Warnings: N/A
Author's Notes: So this was supposed to be a bit more comical but wound up more schmoopy but eh, what can a lady do. I hope you like it anyway!
Summary: Sam and Dean are hurt and injured, Jody has to deal with them both.
I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted to one time to see you laughing
I only wanted to see you
Laughing in the purple rain
The red lights on Jody’s alarm clock pierced through her eyes and hit the back of her skull making her groan and bury herself deeper into the pillow.
It is 4:30 in the morning and Jody is in no mood to go to work today. Her phone keeps vibrating on her side table, however, reminding her that despite how she feels, she still has a duty to uphold.
Sometimes, Jody really, really wished she was an actor instead. A personal assistant; the fake tan, and endless amounts of alcohol she would receive wouldn’t be bad.
Jody blindly reached for her phone, head still stuck deep within her pillow, and grabbed it from the nightstand and easily answered the call with a harsh, “Officer Mills here.”
“Jody, I need help.”
~*~*~*~*~
The rain was coming down in droves as Jody shoved her bags into her truck. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and her sheriff issued jacket was doing little to stave off the freezing cold. Her boots slid on the muddy ground as she yanked open her truck door and hurriedly hopped inside.
The cold, unforgiving rain often reminded Jody of happier times when rainy days meant popcorn and movies, board games, and tickle fights. Shaking her head of the images, Jody gritted her teeth as she turned her truck on and flicked the windshield wipers to their highest setting. The rain pounded against her truck in anger as she floored her truck out of her driveway so she wouldn’t get stuck in the mud puddles.
It was now 5:30, a whole hour after she got a call filled with coughing, whining, and pleading for some assistance. Jody lost all her sass and morning grouchiness at hearing that voice. Dean Winchester was not one to be whiny, or to plead. In fact, those two words should never even be associated with his name; but that is what greeted Jody over the phone only an hour ago.
Dean and Sam were sick and injured from a previous hunt, and Dean admitted that he was a little over his head trying to take care of them both.
Jody didn’t live very far from Kansas, but even she knew that it would take a few hours to reach the Winchester’s home. Dean promised her he and Sam would be fine until she reached them, but Jody couldn’t help but worry.
Call her rough, cold, tough, or even a bitch if you will but Jody was a worrier at heart, especially, if it involved her family. She has lost too many people in the last few years not to worry about the few she had left.
The rain was doing nothing to help her speed either. Despite having police lights attached to the interior of her truck, Jody couldn’t drive too fast in worry that she would skid off the side of the road.
Her hands white knuckled the steering wheel as her eyes laser focused on the road ahead, despite the gushing rain.
Come hell or buckets and buckets of rain water, Jody would make it there.
Guaranteed.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The sun was shining brightly in the mid-morning sun as Jody pulled up to the outside of the bunker. Her boots, now crusted over with mud, slid a little in the dry gravel as she hopped out. Shielding her eyes from the sun, Jody wished she would have thought to put on her hat before she left. Driving the five hours straight through, not even stopping to change her wet clothes, Jody found herself more wired than exhausted. Her anxiety and worry, coupled with the horrible weather has left Jody buzzing as if she just chugged six cups of coffee.
The bunker normally impenetrable was left open for Jody’s arrival. This one gesture let Jody know the mental state of one, Dean Winchester. If Dean was thinking rationally, Jody is one-hundred percent certain he would never leave the bunker unlocked. Dean was likely exhausted and not running off of his mental capacities, Jody surmised.
Walking down the winding stairs at a brisk pace, Jody gripped the handrail tightly and yelled, “Dean? Sam?”
Silence greeted her, making her increase her speed to the point of skipping a few steps.
Once Jody reached the bottom steps, she let her body take over and navigate the numerous walkways and rooms to find the one she was looking for. Jody skidded in front of Dean’s room, expecting to see the older man curled on the bed, puking his guts out but was instead greeted with the sight of one, Sam Winchester instead. All of the blankets were kicked off to the side of the bed. Sam was naked except for a pair of boxers, bright white bandages wrapped around Sam’s midsection and upper shoulder, to top it all off, sweat beaded on his pink forehead as his breathing quickened and decreased in odd patterns.
“I couldn’t quite make it to Sam’s room so I dumped him in my bed.”
Jody jumped at the intrusion and turned around to find Dean leaning heavily against the door frame. Bruises littered Dean’s face, making the brightness of his fever stand out in stark contrast. He had one arm guarding his stomach as if he was going to vomit right then and there.
Jody’s nose wrinkled at the smell coming off of Dean. “You really need a shower,” Jody immediately said, not even considering the words coming out of her mouth.
“No shit,” Dean shot back, exhaustion making his voice more gravellier than normal.
“Sit down before you fall down,” Jody replied as Dean began to wobble. She grabbed ahold of his arm despite his protests as she led him to the chair next to the bed Sam was lying on. Jody suspected this was likely where Dean has been trying to sleep.
Jody, not even meaning too, immediately felt Dean’s forehead; noting how dry and hot he was compared to his brother, who was like a sweat machine.
“What happened? And why didn’t you call me sooner!”
Dean winced, making Jody stamp back on some of her worried anger. “Can we not yell right now? I feel like I went three rounds with a brick wall and lost.” Dean groaned, holding his head and shutting his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I’m just worried,” Jody apologized. It worried her how little energy Dean seemed to have left. It also really concerned her how unresponsive Sam was. “I need to know what happened first.”
Jody watched as Dean opened one eye and immediately winced. She couldn’t help but nibble on her lower lip in worry. It was a bad habit she couldn’t seem to break herself of. “Better yet,” Jody said softly, “let’s just start at what you were hunting or trying to do, okay?” Jody bent down and softly laid a hand on Dean’s shoulder, not sure where she could touch that wouldn’t hurt. She shot a quick look over to Sam to note he was still worryingly still and silent. His chest rose unsteadily up and down as the fever raged within his body.
Jody noticed Dean take a small breath of air before beginning his story. As soon as Dean began, Jody knew it was going to be a long day.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“A what now?”
“A kludde is what it’s called.” Dean winced as Jody applied the alcohol a little too harshly to the cuts on his face. Despite Dean’s best effort to clean himself up he still did a piss poor job, likely contributing to the sickness that raged between the brothers. However, Jody would never intentionally tell Dean that.
“And this kludde is a type of black dog?” Jody inquired, fixating on cleaning out all of the dirt and mud that had become crusted over.
Dean insisted she take a look at Sam first, but Jody knew better than that. If anything, Sam would have gotten the most care possible whereas Dean would have done the bare minimum on himself. Throwing away the used cotton balls Jody finished pressing the butterfly bandages onto the deepest cuts. After a quick inspection, Jody assessed that Dean had a few bruised ribs, a gash on his left calf that looked highly infected, along with a mild concussion with cuts and bruises littering his face. Jody wasn’t quite sure how Dean was coherent enough to get them both back to safety after seeing the shape he was in.
Dean grabbed his head and closed his eyes as he fought through a wave of nausea. Jody watched the movement with dismay and concern. She didn’t like seeing them hurt in any way.
“Yeah, it’s a huge black dog with blue fire around its head like a collar. It was attacking people along a stretch of road and completely mauling the bodies.”
Jody observed the way Dean’s eyes got a glazed over expression. They were still in the room with Sam since Dean insisted he didn’t want to leave his side. Apparently, before Dean contacted Jody, Sam was touch and go for quite a while. He obviously scared Dean enough to not want to leave him. Jody rested her hand atop Dean’s and gave it a slight squeeze of reassurance. “Well, whatever happened it’s over now and you can rest. You like soup?”
Dean gave her a slight grin letting her know that things were going to be okay.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Scratch what Jody said earlier.
Things were most definitely NOT okay. Especially when Sam decided to try and wander to the bathroom and ended up collapsed in a heap outside the door instead.
Jody had to contend with Dean freaking out and adamantly trying to assist his brother back to bed, while Sam mumbled under his breath that he was fine.
Finally having enough, Jody went off. “You are most certainly not fine, young man. What were you thinking?” Jody questioned harshly, making Sam shrink against his brother and become impossibly smaller. Jody sighed and kneaded her forehead. “Listen, you need to stay in bed. You’re still getting over a major concussion and being sick.” Jody pointed directly at Dean making him avert his eyes and grumble under his breath. “And you,” Jody turned and pointed to Sam who was still half laying on the floor and his brother. She softened her words a bit at seeing the pleading in his eyes. “You are still recovering from some cracked ribs and a messed up shoulder. You can’t get any better unless you let me help you.”
“And me!” Dean added in with an annoyed huff. As if Jody had somehow forgotten him. Jody rolled her eyes. “Yes and asshat too, okay?” Jody smiled when Sam finally admitted defeat and nodded. She held out her hand which Sam accepted. With Dean’s help, they managed to heft him up without seriously hurting him any further. Jody stood by and listened to Sam and Dean bicker back and forth until they got Sam settled back in bed.
Without even saying a word, Jody gave Dean ‘the look’ as he was so quick to call it. This ‘look’ normally meant Jody was not happy with Dean, and Dean usually knew what to do to make her happy.
“But I don’t want to lie down,” Dean whined. “I feel fine.”
Sam snorted in the bed because he already knew Jody did not like whining.
“You either lie down in your bed or I tan that hide of yours. Your choice.” Dean visibly paled and then gulped before deciding to lie down next to his brother. Jody smiled and shared a look with Sam.
Jody couldn’t convince Dean to sleep in a separate room so the only other option was to share a bed.
“Now the soups gone cold. Hope you guys like microwaved soup!”
Dean groaned in the bed and hid under the covers.
Sam shared a secret smile with her. “I love it, thanks, Jody.”
Jody felt something in her heart tug at the quiet thanks delivered her way. When Dean called her, she felt a terror grip her heart that she couldn’t quite explain. It certainly didn’t make sense to Jody how these two boys made their way into her heart; but somehow along the way, it happened.
Jody couldn’t imagine having them any other way.
Walking out of the room Jody busied herself with fixing the two knuckleheads some soup, doing her best not to show them the shimmer in her eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Ow! Dude stop pulling me so harshly!”
“I’m not pulling you at all! I can’t help it you’re one big bruise.”
Jody found herself drifting into the room that the boys shared. It had been a crazy week of constant up and downs. Sam’s fever returned one night, causing him to have nightmares Jody could never imagine. One night it was so bad that Jody could only watch as Dean tried to convince Sam what he was seeing wasn’t real. Jody had to admit that after that she certainly didn’t have dry eyes.
Dean had a fainting spell that almost caused Jody to take him to the ER. Despite Dean’s insistence to the contrary and Sam barking orders at her to simply call 911.
All in all, it’s been one hell of a week for her. Now, as she made her way into their room she saw them start a slow shuffle to the bathroom. Sam’s shoulder was incredibly stiff and swollen still, which constantly worried Jody that something might have been broken but Sam insisted he was just sore. Dean’s concussion still gave him dizzy spells and Sam wouldn’t let Dean walk to the bathroom by himself after the last fainting experience. However, Sam could only use one good arm and Dean was like Sam said ‘a big bruise’ so anywhere he would grab to hold on would hurt.
Jody had to admit it, though, hearing them bicker and argue is better than what happened the previous night.
“Damn it, Sam, you’re gonna hurt your shoulder more!” Dean barked, worried as ever.
Jody had to laugh as Sam responded back about his hearing being hurt if Dean kept screeching in his ear.
Finally, she decided she had enough of their arguing and opened the door. “Problem boys?” she asked, smile still on her face as Dean and Sam both turned and gave her identical bitch faces.
Jody watched as they both opened their mouths to complain about the other and stopped them before they even let it out. “You know what; I don’t want to hear it. Lunch will be done in a few minutes. Get cleaned and I don’t want to hear no more arguing, understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.” They both mumbled as they shuffled to the bathroom in silence this time.
Jody watched them for a few more seconds before closing the door and heading back to the kitchen.
She started fixing their plates with sandwiches and chips, knowing exactly what each boy wanted. As she prepared to set the plates on the table laughter filtered through her ears.
It wasn’t Sam and Dean’s laugh. No , it was a young boy’s laugh, Jody gasped as the image of her son flickered in and out. His smile was on full display as he kicked his legs back and forth underneath the table. Jody blinked and his image was gone; the laughter dying out with him.
Jody felt her heart begin to beat faster, tears welling up in her eyes.
“What’s on today’s menu, Jody.”
Jody visibly jumped as she turned and faced Sam and Dean who were slowly shuffling to the table. Dean immediately noticed something was off, but a quick shake of Jody’s head confirmed him not to ask. She quickly gathered herself together and put on a huge smile.
“Sandwiches, my specialty.”
She set the two plates down on the table where Sam and Dean sat. “Thanks , Jody ,” Sam said sincerely.
“Yeah, thanks,” Dean mumbled around a mouthful of food.
The sound of laughter once again filtered in her ear, she closed her eyes and imagined her son’s face; smiling and laughing as he waited for Jody to fix him lunch.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. Her son wasn’t at the table, but her other sons were.
“No thanks needed,” Jody replied.
The End
Recipient: troll_la_la
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,600
Warnings: N/A
Author's Notes: So this was supposed to be a bit more comical but wound up more schmoopy but eh, what can a lady do. I hope you like it anyway!
Summary: Sam and Dean are hurt and injured, Jody has to deal with them both.
I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted to one time to see you laughing
I only wanted to see you
Laughing in the purple rain
The red lights on Jody’s alarm clock pierced through her eyes and hit the back of her skull making her groan and bury herself deeper into the pillow.
It is 4:30 in the morning and Jody is in no mood to go to work today. Her phone keeps vibrating on her side table, however, reminding her that despite how she feels, she still has a duty to uphold.
Sometimes, Jody really, really wished she was an actor instead. A personal assistant; the fake tan, and endless amounts of alcohol she would receive wouldn’t be bad.
Jody blindly reached for her phone, head still stuck deep within her pillow, and grabbed it from the nightstand and easily answered the call with a harsh, “Officer Mills here.”
“Jody, I need help.”
~*~*~*~*~
The rain was coming down in droves as Jody shoved her bags into her truck. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and her sheriff issued jacket was doing little to stave off the freezing cold. Her boots slid on the muddy ground as she yanked open her truck door and hurriedly hopped inside.
The cold, unforgiving rain often reminded Jody of happier times when rainy days meant popcorn and movies, board games, and tickle fights. Shaking her head of the images, Jody gritted her teeth as she turned her truck on and flicked the windshield wipers to their highest setting. The rain pounded against her truck in anger as she floored her truck out of her driveway so she wouldn’t get stuck in the mud puddles.
It was now 5:30, a whole hour after she got a call filled with coughing, whining, and pleading for some assistance. Jody lost all her sass and morning grouchiness at hearing that voice. Dean Winchester was not one to be whiny, or to plead. In fact, those two words should never even be associated with his name; but that is what greeted Jody over the phone only an hour ago.
Dean and Sam were sick and injured from a previous hunt, and Dean admitted that he was a little over his head trying to take care of them both.
Jody didn’t live very far from Kansas, but even she knew that it would take a few hours to reach the Winchester’s home. Dean promised her he and Sam would be fine until she reached them, but Jody couldn’t help but worry.
Call her rough, cold, tough, or even a bitch if you will but Jody was a worrier at heart, especially, if it involved her family. She has lost too many people in the last few years not to worry about the few she had left.
The rain was doing nothing to help her speed either. Despite having police lights attached to the interior of her truck, Jody couldn’t drive too fast in worry that she would skid off the side of the road.
Her hands white knuckled the steering wheel as her eyes laser focused on the road ahead, despite the gushing rain.
Come hell or buckets and buckets of rain water, Jody would make it there.
Guaranteed.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The sun was shining brightly in the mid-morning sun as Jody pulled up to the outside of the bunker. Her boots, now crusted over with mud, slid a little in the dry gravel as she hopped out. Shielding her eyes from the sun, Jody wished she would have thought to put on her hat before she left. Driving the five hours straight through, not even stopping to change her wet clothes, Jody found herself more wired than exhausted. Her anxiety and worry, coupled with the horrible weather has left Jody buzzing as if she just chugged six cups of coffee.
The bunker normally impenetrable was left open for Jody’s arrival. This one gesture let Jody know the mental state of one, Dean Winchester. If Dean was thinking rationally, Jody is one-hundred percent certain he would never leave the bunker unlocked. Dean was likely exhausted and not running off of his mental capacities, Jody surmised.
Walking down the winding stairs at a brisk pace, Jody gripped the handrail tightly and yelled, “Dean? Sam?”
Silence greeted her, making her increase her speed to the point of skipping a few steps.
Once Jody reached the bottom steps, she let her body take over and navigate the numerous walkways and rooms to find the one she was looking for. Jody skidded in front of Dean’s room, expecting to see the older man curled on the bed, puking his guts out but was instead greeted with the sight of one, Sam Winchester instead. All of the blankets were kicked off to the side of the bed. Sam was naked except for a pair of boxers, bright white bandages wrapped around Sam’s midsection and upper shoulder, to top it all off, sweat beaded on his pink forehead as his breathing quickened and decreased in odd patterns.
“I couldn’t quite make it to Sam’s room so I dumped him in my bed.”
Jody jumped at the intrusion and turned around to find Dean leaning heavily against the door frame. Bruises littered Dean’s face, making the brightness of his fever stand out in stark contrast. He had one arm guarding his stomach as if he was going to vomit right then and there.
Jody’s nose wrinkled at the smell coming off of Dean. “You really need a shower,” Jody immediately said, not even considering the words coming out of her mouth.
“No shit,” Dean shot back, exhaustion making his voice more gravellier than normal.
“Sit down before you fall down,” Jody replied as Dean began to wobble. She grabbed ahold of his arm despite his protests as she led him to the chair next to the bed Sam was lying on. Jody suspected this was likely where Dean has been trying to sleep.
Jody, not even meaning too, immediately felt Dean’s forehead; noting how dry and hot he was compared to his brother, who was like a sweat machine.
“What happened? And why didn’t you call me sooner!”
Dean winced, making Jody stamp back on some of her worried anger. “Can we not yell right now? I feel like I went three rounds with a brick wall and lost.” Dean groaned, holding his head and shutting his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I’m just worried,” Jody apologized. It worried her how little energy Dean seemed to have left. It also really concerned her how unresponsive Sam was. “I need to know what happened first.”
Jody watched as Dean opened one eye and immediately winced. She couldn’t help but nibble on her lower lip in worry. It was a bad habit she couldn’t seem to break herself of. “Better yet,” Jody said softly, “let’s just start at what you were hunting or trying to do, okay?” Jody bent down and softly laid a hand on Dean’s shoulder, not sure where she could touch that wouldn’t hurt. She shot a quick look over to Sam to note he was still worryingly still and silent. His chest rose unsteadily up and down as the fever raged within his body.
Jody noticed Dean take a small breath of air before beginning his story. As soon as Dean began, Jody knew it was going to be a long day.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“A what now?”
“A kludde is what it’s called.” Dean winced as Jody applied the alcohol a little too harshly to the cuts on his face. Despite Dean’s best effort to clean himself up he still did a piss poor job, likely contributing to the sickness that raged between the brothers. However, Jody would never intentionally tell Dean that.
“And this kludde is a type of black dog?” Jody inquired, fixating on cleaning out all of the dirt and mud that had become crusted over.
Dean insisted she take a look at Sam first, but Jody knew better than that. If anything, Sam would have gotten the most care possible whereas Dean would have done the bare minimum on himself. Throwing away the used cotton balls Jody finished pressing the butterfly bandages onto the deepest cuts. After a quick inspection, Jody assessed that Dean had a few bruised ribs, a gash on his left calf that looked highly infected, along with a mild concussion with cuts and bruises littering his face. Jody wasn’t quite sure how Dean was coherent enough to get them both back to safety after seeing the shape he was in.
Dean grabbed his head and closed his eyes as he fought through a wave of nausea. Jody watched the movement with dismay and concern. She didn’t like seeing them hurt in any way.
“Yeah, it’s a huge black dog with blue fire around its head like a collar. It was attacking people along a stretch of road and completely mauling the bodies.”
Jody observed the way Dean’s eyes got a glazed over expression. They were still in the room with Sam since Dean insisted he didn’t want to leave his side. Apparently, before Dean contacted Jody, Sam was touch and go for quite a while. He obviously scared Dean enough to not want to leave him. Jody rested her hand atop Dean’s and gave it a slight squeeze of reassurance. “Well, whatever happened it’s over now and you can rest. You like soup?”
Dean gave her a slight grin letting her know that things were going to be okay.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Scratch what Jody said earlier.
Things were most definitely NOT okay. Especially when Sam decided to try and wander to the bathroom and ended up collapsed in a heap outside the door instead.
Jody had to contend with Dean freaking out and adamantly trying to assist his brother back to bed, while Sam mumbled under his breath that he was fine.
Finally having enough, Jody went off. “You are most certainly not fine, young man. What were you thinking?” Jody questioned harshly, making Sam shrink against his brother and become impossibly smaller. Jody sighed and kneaded her forehead. “Listen, you need to stay in bed. You’re still getting over a major concussion and being sick.” Jody pointed directly at Dean making him avert his eyes and grumble under his breath. “And you,” Jody turned and pointed to Sam who was still half laying on the floor and his brother. She softened her words a bit at seeing the pleading in his eyes. “You are still recovering from some cracked ribs and a messed up shoulder. You can’t get any better unless you let me help you.”
“And me!” Dean added in with an annoyed huff. As if Jody had somehow forgotten him. Jody rolled her eyes. “Yes and asshat too, okay?” Jody smiled when Sam finally admitted defeat and nodded. She held out her hand which Sam accepted. With Dean’s help, they managed to heft him up without seriously hurting him any further. Jody stood by and listened to Sam and Dean bicker back and forth until they got Sam settled back in bed.
Without even saying a word, Jody gave Dean ‘the look’ as he was so quick to call it. This ‘look’ normally meant Jody was not happy with Dean, and Dean usually knew what to do to make her happy.
“But I don’t want to lie down,” Dean whined. “I feel fine.”
Sam snorted in the bed because he already knew Jody did not like whining.
“You either lie down in your bed or I tan that hide of yours. Your choice.” Dean visibly paled and then gulped before deciding to lie down next to his brother. Jody smiled and shared a look with Sam.
Jody couldn’t convince Dean to sleep in a separate room so the only other option was to share a bed.
“Now the soups gone cold. Hope you guys like microwaved soup!”
Dean groaned in the bed and hid under the covers.
Sam shared a secret smile with her. “I love it, thanks, Jody.”
Jody felt something in her heart tug at the quiet thanks delivered her way. When Dean called her, she felt a terror grip her heart that she couldn’t quite explain. It certainly didn’t make sense to Jody how these two boys made their way into her heart; but somehow along the way, it happened.
Jody couldn’t imagine having them any other way.
Walking out of the room Jody busied herself with fixing the two knuckleheads some soup, doing her best not to show them the shimmer in her eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Ow! Dude stop pulling me so harshly!”
“I’m not pulling you at all! I can’t help it you’re one big bruise.”
Jody found herself drifting into the room that the boys shared. It had been a crazy week of constant up and downs. Sam’s fever returned one night, causing him to have nightmares Jody could never imagine. One night it was so bad that Jody could only watch as Dean tried to convince Sam what he was seeing wasn’t real. Jody had to admit that after that she certainly didn’t have dry eyes.
Dean had a fainting spell that almost caused Jody to take him to the ER. Despite Dean’s insistence to the contrary and Sam barking orders at her to simply call 911.
All in all, it’s been one hell of a week for her. Now, as she made her way into their room she saw them start a slow shuffle to the bathroom. Sam’s shoulder was incredibly stiff and swollen still, which constantly worried Jody that something might have been broken but Sam insisted he was just sore. Dean’s concussion still gave him dizzy spells and Sam wouldn’t let Dean walk to the bathroom by himself after the last fainting experience. However, Sam could only use one good arm and Dean was like Sam said ‘a big bruise’ so anywhere he would grab to hold on would hurt.
Jody had to admit it, though, hearing them bicker and argue is better than what happened the previous night.
“Damn it, Sam, you’re gonna hurt your shoulder more!” Dean barked, worried as ever.
Jody had to laugh as Sam responded back about his hearing being hurt if Dean kept screeching in his ear.
Finally, she decided she had enough of their arguing and opened the door. “Problem boys?” she asked, smile still on her face as Dean and Sam both turned and gave her identical bitch faces.
Jody watched as they both opened their mouths to complain about the other and stopped them before they even let it out. “You know what; I don’t want to hear it. Lunch will be done in a few minutes. Get cleaned and I don’t want to hear no more arguing, understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.” They both mumbled as they shuffled to the bathroom in silence this time.
Jody watched them for a few more seconds before closing the door and heading back to the kitchen.
She started fixing their plates with sandwiches and chips, knowing exactly what each boy wanted. As she prepared to set the plates on the table laughter filtered through her ears.
It wasn’t Sam and Dean’s laugh. No , it was a young boy’s laugh, Jody gasped as the image of her son flickered in and out. His smile was on full display as he kicked his legs back and forth underneath the table. Jody blinked and his image was gone; the laughter dying out with him.
Jody felt her heart begin to beat faster, tears welling up in her eyes.
“What’s on today’s menu, Jody.”
Jody visibly jumped as she turned and faced Sam and Dean who were slowly shuffling to the table. Dean immediately noticed something was off, but a quick shake of Jody’s head confirmed him not to ask. She quickly gathered herself together and put on a huge smile.
“Sandwiches, my specialty.”
She set the two plates down on the table where Sam and Dean sat. “Thanks , Jody ,” Sam said sincerely.
“Yeah, thanks,” Dean mumbled around a mouthful of food.
The sound of laughter once again filtered in her ear, she closed her eyes and imagined her son’s face; smiling and laughing as he waited for Jody to fix him lunch.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. Her son wasn’t at the table, but her other sons were.
“No thanks needed,” Jody replied.
The End