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Nothing Better To Do	By : unrequited666 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2945 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warnings: slash, dark, violence, thoughts of suicide, self-harm
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Chapter Two

Don had let things go at their own pace for a week
and a half now, but he wasn�t so sure if he should be entirely pleased
with the result. Having been forced to remain in his �room� with no opportunity
for fresh air or sunshine, Sam had grown more and more irritable, with Don the
target of his verbal tongue lashing (his mother would be pleased with how well
he had held his temper in check� so far). But that being said, all Sam could
see was the same prison, the same four walls filled with loneliness, thus
driving him to seek out Don�s company. Humans, after all, did not fare well
with prolonged isolation.

So even though Sam was as sarcastic as ever, adamant not to let Don
close to him emotionally, Don could tell that Sam welcomed his visits, always
waiting for Don to come home from work to bring him his meals and talk about
his day, so desperate for the companionship that Sam would allow Don�s soft
touches here and there. But frustratingly, when Don tried to initiate something
more profound, Sam would push him away. However, the more Sam pushed him away,
the more it served to strengthen his resolve � he had to have him. He would have him.
�
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�What are you smiling at?� That was yet another oddity Don had
observed about the boy. The two of them had become unlikely companions, with
Don spending as much time as he could spare with Sam. But when things were
quiet, Don would catch Sam smiling strangely to himself. Yet whenever he asked,
Sam would always say that he was thinking.

Sam sat up on the head, opting to answer the oft-repeated question
with one of his own. �You�re back early. You get the sack? I wouldn�t be
surprised.�

Don rolled his eyes. He was getting used to Sam�s poor attitude by
now and it would take more than those barbs to pierce his armour. Admittedly,
sometimes Sam had him so riled up that he found himself praying to the God he
gave up on years ago for the inner strength to see his plan through. Things had
actually come to a head on the second day when Sam had managed to anger Don so
much he had his hands around the boy�s throat before he realised what he had
been doing and stopped. Even more frightening was the fact that Sam didn�t do
anything to stop him. He didn�t cry out or try to remove himself from Don�s
vice-like grip. Just smiled that strange smile. It
made Don wonder if Sam secretly wanted to be killed. And he had decided then
and there that if Sam couldn�t be trusted to fight back in a life threatening
situation, then Don would have to make sure that he himself didn�t put Sam in such a precarious situation
in the first place.
�
�I only had a half day at work. Thought I�d come home and surprise
you.� He shuffled into the cage, hiding something behind his back.
�
Sam cocked his head to the side, trying to get a better look at what
was in Don�s hands. �Those better not be flowers,� he warned.

Don grinned and finally produced what he had been hiding from behind
his back, holding it out towards Sam.�

�What the fuck do I do with that?�

Don looked at Sam incredulously. The boy wasn�t daft. He always
spoke intelligently, albeit sarcastically, in all their conversations. But did
Sam seriously not know what his gift was for? Or was the damage to him so great
that he was actually ignorant of the pastime that had been enjoyed by children
for years?

With the little bundle in his hands continuously wriggling, Don
crossed to the bed, using his foot to slam the cage door shut before dumping
the little puppy in Sam�s lap. Immediately uncomfortable, Sam picked the puppy
up, holding it at arms length and wrinkling his nose.

�What am I supposed to do with it?� Sam asked bewilderedly,
completely baffled at the eager puppy wagging its tail and kicking its legs,
demanding to be put down.

Once Sam had set it down, the puppy rolled over to present its
stomach for tickling. Don watched, fascinated as Sam tentatively gave in to the
puppy�s demands, pleased to see Sam�s scowl melting
away into the faintest vestige of a smile, showing his dimples.
�
�What�s his name?� Sam asked, his voice exuding gentleness.

Don froze, hardly daring to breathe. This had to be the first time
Don had heard Sam speak without the derision and antagonism. The carefully
constructed walls that Sam had erected around himself had come down, revealing
the true person within. And Don saw a boy robbed of his innocence, scared and
alone, forced to grow up too soon in a world that was no longer kind to its inhabitants.

Sam�s voice broke Don from his thoughts. �What�s your name little
guy?� Sam cooed to the dog as it turned to lie on its stomach and allowed Sam
to pat its head.

Don stared. Sam actually sounded�(dare he
say it) pleasant. In the course of a few minutes, the puppy had turned the
rude, antagonistic boy to the picture of civility, smiling as he played with
the puppy with such a level of interest and engagement; it was as if Sam was a
completely different person than the one he had taken. Damn. If it was that
easy to get the kid to lose the attitude, he would�ve gotten Sam the little
mongrel sooner.

He crouched down, placing his hand over Sam�s and stopping its
movement. Even though the boy was determinably not looking at him, he still
watched Sam�s expression carefully. �I thought you might like to name him.�

After a moment�s pause, Sam whispered �Dean.� Then in a stronger
voice, he continued �The dog reminds me of� a Dean I used to know�

�Dean?� Don wondered if this �Dean� was the reason why Sam had
seemingly lost the will to look after himself properly.
�
Sam had that faraway look in his eyes again, and it was then that
Don felt something that he had never felt before � the stirrings of concern.
The look on that young face actually made Don�s chest hurt to see it, to know
that he couldn�t take that pain away and that perhaps nothing ever will. It
surprised him though, that this rude, argumentative boy could evoke such
emotions in him. Don supposed that was one of the dangers of loving your partner
rather than seeing them as a means to an end. You ended up caring too much�
more than you should. But that wouldn�t change anything. Sam would be Don�s and
Don would never let him go.
�
Evidently bored with the lack of attention, the little dog squirmed
in Sam�s lap, trying instead to lick his new master�s hands, his arms, anything
it could get a hold of, and Sam fell backwards onto the bed with such a genuine
laugh that Don felt bad that he had to stop the fun. But the question he was
about to ask had been brewing inside of him for days now, and maybe, since Sam
seemed to be in a good enough mood, he would tell Don what he wanted to know.
What he needed to know.

Don sat on the bed, stroking Sam�s hair. The boy�s smile evaporated
instantly, and as if sensing the change in atmosphere, Dean too stopped his
game.

�You want to know why I haven�t tried to
escape,� Sam guessed astutely. He smirked, the mask he had let slip while
playing with the dog was set firmly back in place. �I thought you said this
place was impenetrable? I mean do you want
me to escape?� Sam snorted and turned to his side, effectively blocking his
face from view as he drew the dog closer to him.

But from what Sam had said, or rather, didn�t
say, Don couldn�t help but feel pity for the boy. The boy
who clearly didn�t care much about anything anymore, was so disillusioned that
he had let himself go, to refuse to attest to the basic human instincts of
pushing back when shoved, fighting for survival or escaping when imprisoned.
Not that Don would complain, seeing that Sam�s loss of will had made it easier
for Don to keep Sam with him, but it all served to reinforce to Don that he had
done the right thing in taking Sam. He would fix this boy and give him purpose
again. To replace whatever hole that was inside of Sam
with himself. And if it just so happened that his charitable intention
curtailed with his burning desire at the same time� well� Don might as well
kill two birds with the one stone.�
�
�Hey jackass,� Sam said, raising his voice to make
it clear he was addressing Don, �You might wanna do something about the iron
bar d�cor, wouldn�t want to end up with Colonel Dean�s Kentucky Fried Dog (*A/N
KFC reference).�

Don bristled. Maybe he had spoken too soon about
the new and improved attitude. And where the hell did this boy come up with all
these weird expressions? �I�ve decided to leave the cage uncharged from now
on.�

�Not afraid I�m gonna try to escape? Are you
stupid or are you fucking stupid?�
contempt evident in Sam�s voice.
�
Don drew a deep breath and silently counted to
ten. �You still need the password for the security system.�

�How hard can it be to work it out? All I have
is time,� Sam shot back.

�True, but unfortunately, the security system
only allows an incorrect code to be entered three times. After which, the whole
system goes on lockdown. Only I would be able to reverse it from the main
system upstairs.�

Sam snorted but didn�t say anything further.
Glad for the reprieve, Don walked around the other side of the bed so he could
see Sam�s face, digging in his pocket and pulling out a chocolate bar, offering
it to the boy. At the sight of the treat, Dean sat up and moved closer to Don,
sniffing the chocolate bar and trying to swipe it with its paws. Quickly, Sam
sat up and held the puppy in his lap with one hand, the other taking the
chocolate.

�It�s not for you little guy,� Sam said, looking
sternly at Dean.

And Don couldn�t help but grin. In that moment,
Sam looked so cute.

Unaware of the scrutiny, Sam took the chocolate bar,
inspecting the packaging carefully before tearing it open and finishing it in a
few large bites.

�Hungry were you?� Don asked amusedly, reaching
over to play with the dog.

To Don�s surprise, the sarcastic comment he was
expecting wasn�t forthcoming. Looking up, he saw Sam who had tears streaming
down his flushed face and was gasping for air, panting faster and faster.

�Sam?!�

TBC

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