Spiritual Possession, Chapter Six/Six
Title: Spiritual Possession 6/6
Rating: T (for Teen...or whatever)
Characters: Sam and Dean and Father John
Word Count: approx. 9200 (total)
Summary: Dean couldn't get angry with Sam. After all, he'd hurt the kid worse before. (Mostly PreSeries...but slips into a tag to Asylum at the end)
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five
------AFTER ASYLUM------
Sam glanced up at his brother's face as he pulled out the last piece of rock salt, wincing himself as Dean did. He tried to be gentle as he spread on the antibiotic ointment, but his older brother still hissed through his teeth.
"Sure we're good?" Sam asked softly as he taped a gauze pad over the rawest area of flesh. Dean watched his younger brother’s ministrations for a moment. He couldn’t get angry with Sam. After all, he'd hurt the kid worse before. Dean waited on Sam to look at him before he answered.
"We're good little brother," he assured softly. His mouth quirked up slightly. "You totally used up that rain check though." Sam rolled his eyes but still smiled as he stood.
"And what about the one from San Antonio?" Dean's smile faltered and he blushed slightly. Sam laughed softly as he moved to put the supplies back in the first aid kit. "We're good man." The brothers made eye contact across the room and Dean nodded.
"Hazard of the job," Dean murmured as he leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes.
"Here." He opened them again to see Sam standing over him, fist out to offer something. Dean held out his palm and accepted the pills given to him, trusting whatever Sam handed him. "For what it's worth, I am sorry." Dean looked up at his brother for a long moment and knew he meant it. Dean rolled his eyes.
Apology accepted.
/end
Final author's note: So there it is. Love it? Hate it? I think my Sam is a little different...but I think I did it slightly on purpose. It's pre-college...and college changes people (I speak from experience). Sam's grown up with Dean and John...so I think it makes sense he'd be more like them in attitude and speech before he left for school and was exposed to different people.
Also, I apologize for the random side things thrown in. I think as I was writing, ideas for other stories popped up and instead of just writing them down for later, I incorporated them into this. Are they too distracting? Or not even that noticeable?
Rating: T (for Teen...or whatever)
Characters: Sam and Dean and Father John
Word Count: approx. 9200 (total)
Summary: Dean couldn't get angry with Sam. After all, he'd hurt the kid worse before. (Mostly PreSeries...but slips into a tag to Asylum at the end)
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five
------AFTER ASYLUM------
Sam glanced up at his brother's face as he pulled out the last piece of rock salt, wincing himself as Dean did. He tried to be gentle as he spread on the antibiotic ointment, but his older brother still hissed through his teeth.
"Sure we're good?" Sam asked softly as he taped a gauze pad over the rawest area of flesh. Dean watched his younger brother’s ministrations for a moment. He couldn’t get angry with Sam. After all, he'd hurt the kid worse before. Dean waited on Sam to look at him before he answered.
"We're good little brother," he assured softly. His mouth quirked up slightly. "You totally used up that rain check though." Sam rolled his eyes but still smiled as he stood.
"And what about the one from San Antonio?" Dean's smile faltered and he blushed slightly. Sam laughed softly as he moved to put the supplies back in the first aid kit. "We're good man." The brothers made eye contact across the room and Dean nodded.
"Hazard of the job," Dean murmured as he leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes.
"Here." He opened them again to see Sam standing over him, fist out to offer something. Dean held out his palm and accepted the pills given to him, trusting whatever Sam handed him. "For what it's worth, I am sorry." Dean looked up at his brother for a long moment and knew he meant it. Dean rolled his eyes.
Apology accepted.
/end
Final author's note: So there it is. Love it? Hate it? I think my Sam is a little different...but I think I did it slightly on purpose. It's pre-college...and college changes people (I speak from experience). Sam's grown up with Dean and John...so I think it makes sense he'd be more like them in attitude and speech before he left for school and was exposed to different people.
Also, I apologize for the random side things thrown in. I think as I was writing, ideas for other stories popped up and instead of just writing them down for later, I incorporated them into this. Are they too distracting? Or not even that noticeable?