Supernatural - Whispers of a shattered soul
Title : Whispers a of shattered soul
Author : littlepaperswan
Fandom : Supernatural
Pairing/Characters : No pairing, Sam (POV), Dean
Rating : PG-13
Spoilers : Episode 4.06 "Yellow Fever"
Warning : Mmm, angst maybe? *shrugged*
Disclaimer : I don't own the boys, sadly.
Summary : The nightmares got worse and worse... Sam was neither blind or stupid.
A/N : Many thanks to my beta scientistgeek for agreeing to read my story *hug* So here's my first fic in english (which isn't my first language XD), I don't know why I decided to write it in this language but it seemed that my muse became slightly crazy after the last episode *grin*
The nightmares just got worse and worse since the ghost sickness case. Sam was neither blind or stupid. He knew it had something to do with the four months of hell that his brother apparently didn't remember. He told himself with a pang of guilt that he should have seen it earlier, maybe do something about it instead of watching him, helpless, whimpered in his sleep. But he never did.
They had changed. Four months seemed to have created a huge gap neither of them could ever fill again. The lies, the secrets, the nightmares. They both knew - though, they wouldn't recognized it aloud - their relationship will never be the same as it was before everything. Before the deal, before his own death, before the world got caught in an endless spiral dangerously leading to its very end. The Apocalypse. And above all, before their lies finished to build a gigantic wall between them.
Nothing will ever be the same again.
He sighed as his eyes laid one more time on the dark figure of his brother - his brother, his own flesh and blood, he whispered to himself - asleep on the further bed. He was far from being an idiot though. All the signs, all the evidence, pointed it out. Hell - no pun intended - he would have not been his brother if he hadn’t detected his lie hidden beneath the cocky response. And it wasn't only those four months in hell that he seemed to have forgotten...
Get the hell out of my brother, you son of a bitch.
The words were clearly echoing in his head as if his elder had pronounced them right now. Whatever he had seen into him because of the sickness, the fear didn't seem to go away, although the sickness wasn't here anymore. He gritted his teeth at the memory of what happened when he touched his arm to make sure he wasn't hurt just after Bobby and him had resolved Luther's case. His brother had immediately shrugged his grip off pretending that Sam didn't notice the flinch he had through the touch.
Nothing will ever be the same again.
Lying on the seedy bed, he had nearly fallen into oblivion when he suddenly heard a moan in the dark room. Abandoning his idea of a full night, he silently slid towards his brother's bed. He didn't know what he was really doing until his hand reached Dean's shoulder - the one where the angel gripped him tightly. Then it became slightly blurred for him. At least that was before his brother protested.
“Dude, get off ' me!”
At the same time surprised and embarrassed by his own gesture, Sam quickly released his grasp and studied his elder. If he wasn't close to him, he certainly wouldn't have noticed a faint twinge of fear and mistrust in his green eyes. He slightly shuddered at this observation. His brother - his own flesh and blood, the one who protected him with all his soul and life - didn't trust him. He already knew that he completely deserved this kind of distrust. After all, he had hidden the truth from him and now he had to pay the painful price. But still, it hurt.
“I'm sorry,” he said, trying to hide the pain in his voice.
At this time, he was sure that he heard a soft chuckle escaped from his brother's lips at the same moment he said “I swear, you're such a girl sometimes.”
Despite of himself, Sam answered with a laugh of his own, the only kind, purely genuine, that hadn't evaded his throat for five months.
“And you are the one that scream like a girl, Deanna.”
An horrified look crossed Dean's face, though he was smiling.
“That's so not funny,” he mumbled, pouting. “Bitch.”
A true smile broke the younger's lips as the last word was spoken. It had been so long since the last time he had heard it from his voice.
“Jerk.”
I love you too.
Nothing will ever be the same again, anymore.
Nothing could ever fill the gap between them. They were broken souls and all they had left were shattered pieces that no one could pick up anymore.
But he would be damned if he didn't try anything, everything to fix it.
The end.
Author : littlepaperswan
Fandom : Supernatural
Pairing/Characters : No pairing, Sam (POV), Dean
Rating : PG-13
Spoilers : Episode 4.06 "Yellow Fever"
Warning : Mmm, angst maybe? *shrugged*
Disclaimer : I don't own the boys, sadly.
Summary : The nightmares got worse and worse... Sam was neither blind or stupid.
A/N : Many thanks to my beta scientistgeek for agreeing to read my story *hug* So here's my first fic in english (which isn't my first language XD), I don't know why I decided to write it in this language but it seemed that my muse became slightly crazy after the last episode *grin*
The nightmares just got worse and worse since the ghost sickness case. Sam was neither blind or stupid. He knew it had something to do with the four months of hell that his brother apparently didn't remember. He told himself with a pang of guilt that he should have seen it earlier, maybe do something about it instead of watching him, helpless, whimpered in his sleep. But he never did.
They had changed. Four months seemed to have created a huge gap neither of them could ever fill again. The lies, the secrets, the nightmares. They both knew - though, they wouldn't recognized it aloud - their relationship will never be the same as it was before everything. Before the deal, before his own death, before the world got caught in an endless spiral dangerously leading to its very end. The Apocalypse. And above all, before their lies finished to build a gigantic wall between them.
Nothing will ever be the same again.
He sighed as his eyes laid one more time on the dark figure of his brother - his brother, his own flesh and blood, he whispered to himself - asleep on the further bed. He was far from being an idiot though. All the signs, all the evidence, pointed it out. Hell - no pun intended - he would have not been his brother if he hadn’t detected his lie hidden beneath the cocky response. And it wasn't only those four months in hell that he seemed to have forgotten...
Get the hell out of my brother, you son of a bitch.
The words were clearly echoing in his head as if his elder had pronounced them right now. Whatever he had seen into him because of the sickness, the fear didn't seem to go away, although the sickness wasn't here anymore. He gritted his teeth at the memory of what happened when he touched his arm to make sure he wasn't hurt just after Bobby and him had resolved Luther's case. His brother had immediately shrugged his grip off pretending that Sam didn't notice the flinch he had through the touch.
Nothing will ever be the same again.
Lying on the seedy bed, he had nearly fallen into oblivion when he suddenly heard a moan in the dark room. Abandoning his idea of a full night, he silently slid towards his brother's bed. He didn't know what he was really doing until his hand reached Dean's shoulder - the one where the angel gripped him tightly. Then it became slightly blurred for him. At least that was before his brother protested.
“Dude, get off ' me!”
At the same time surprised and embarrassed by his own gesture, Sam quickly released his grasp and studied his elder. If he wasn't close to him, he certainly wouldn't have noticed a faint twinge of fear and mistrust in his green eyes. He slightly shuddered at this observation. His brother - his own flesh and blood, the one who protected him with all his soul and life - didn't trust him. He already knew that he completely deserved this kind of distrust. After all, he had hidden the truth from him and now he had to pay the painful price. But still, it hurt.
“I'm sorry,” he said, trying to hide the pain in his voice.
At this time, he was sure that he heard a soft chuckle escaped from his brother's lips at the same moment he said “I swear, you're such a girl sometimes.”
Despite of himself, Sam answered with a laugh of his own, the only kind, purely genuine, that hadn't evaded his throat for five months.
“And you are the one that scream like a girl, Deanna.”
An horrified look crossed Dean's face, though he was smiling.
“That's so not funny,” he mumbled, pouting. “Bitch.”
A true smile broke the younger's lips as the last word was spoken. It had been so long since the last time he had heard it from his voice.
“Jerk.”
I love you too.
Nothing will ever be the same again, anymore.
Nothing could ever fill the gap between them. They were broken souls and all they had left were shattered pieces that no one could pick up anymore.
But he would be damned if he didn't try anything, everything to fix it.
The end.