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Title - Another World 6/?
Fandom - Supernatural characters in the DC Universe
Characters - Sam
Rating/Spoilers - PG/All of SPN to date
Disclaimer - The characters belong the Eric Kripke. The settings to DC Comics.
Sam looked over at his brother. He was busy packing for his trip to Metropolis to see Castiel. He wasn't talking to Sam due to the hour long argument the two had just had over Sam going along.
"You're not coming, Sam! I don't need a babysitter!"
"I'm not saying that you do, I just think it would be better if I came along with you."
"Why would it be 'better for me'?"
"You know why."
"What? Cas?"
"Yeah. I mean you two didn't exactly...."
"How many times do I have to tell you, Sam?! It has nothing to do with you!" Dean's voice was echoing through the halls as he walked away
So Sam was tinkering away with a motorbike while he watched Dean pack up his prized Impala. It was the first car their father had bought and the happiest memories the boys had of their childhood were of watching their Dad work away at restoring it. He finished it the week before he died.
Sam turned to Bobby and both of them shook their heads. Castiel leaving had broken Dean. He was head over heels in love with the man and the wounds in his heart were still fresh given how reluctant Dean was to make the phone call to him yesterday. IT was the first time he'd seen Dean like this. It was normally the case that when his relationships would end, he'd go out, get drunk and then find someone else.
But not with Castiel. It had been different. Dean didn't know this, but Sam had found the ring Dean was going to give Castiel. One night, he'd been called out by the manager at Gotham Casino to come and pick Dean up after he'd been kicked out for hitting on four different croupiers and one of the security guards. When he hadn't been trying to drag one of the waiters into a service corridor, that is.
The box had fallen out of Dean's coat pocket, the Winchester crest imprinted on it for all to see. It didn't take his genius mind to figure out what was inside it.
But Sam (or Bobby, or anyone for that matter) were allowed to talk about what was happening or to ask Dean about it. Any time they even tried, he withdrew into himself even more.
Now, Dean was driving to see him. Alone. Sam just hoped it would help his brother get some closure.
Fandom - Supernatural characters in the DC Universe
Characters - Sam
Rating/Spoilers - PG/All of SPN to date
Disclaimer - The characters belong the Eric Kripke. The settings to DC Comics.
Sam looked over at his brother. He was busy packing for his trip to Metropolis to see Castiel. He wasn't talking to Sam due to the hour long argument the two had just had over Sam going along.
"You're not coming, Sam! I don't need a babysitter!"
"I'm not saying that you do, I just think it would be better if I came along with you."
"Why would it be 'better for me'?"
"You know why."
"What? Cas?"
"Yeah. I mean you two didn't exactly...."
"How many times do I have to tell you, Sam?! It has nothing to do with you!" Dean's voice was echoing through the halls as he walked away
So Sam was tinkering away with a motorbike while he watched Dean pack up his prized Impala. It was the first car their father had bought and the happiest memories the boys had of their childhood were of watching their Dad work away at restoring it. He finished it the week before he died.
Sam turned to Bobby and both of them shook their heads. Castiel leaving had broken Dean. He was head over heels in love with the man and the wounds in his heart were still fresh given how reluctant Dean was to make the phone call to him yesterday. IT was the first time he'd seen Dean like this. It was normally the case that when his relationships would end, he'd go out, get drunk and then find someone else.
But not with Castiel. It had been different. Dean didn't know this, but Sam had found the ring Dean was going to give Castiel. One night, he'd been called out by the manager at Gotham Casino to come and pick Dean up after he'd been kicked out for hitting on four different croupiers and one of the security guards. When he hadn't been trying to drag one of the waiters into a service corridor, that is.
The box had fallen out of Dean's coat pocket, the Winchester crest imprinted on it for all to see. It didn't take his genius mind to figure out what was inside it.
But Sam (or Bobby, or anyone for that matter) were allowed to talk about what was happening or to ask Dean about it. Any time they even tried, he withdrew into himself even more.
Now, Dean was driving to see him. Alone. Sam just hoped it would help his brother get some closure.