I Don't Want the World to See Me.
Story Title : I Don't Want the World to See Me.
Author : crying_soilder Archived @ crying_text
Chapters : 1/1
Word Count : 756
Characters : Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester.
Rating : R, just to be safe.
Feedback : <---GIMMEGIMMEGIMME! My muses so hungry!
Warnings : Angst. Character Death. Tissues Needed!
Spoilers : Season 3
Disclaimer : I own NOTHING. Life sucks. Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and The CW/WB. This was written by a fan, for the fans. I don't claim to own Sam and/or Dean and I never will. All other things are owned by there respectful owners. Don't sue, cause you wont get anything.
Beta'd By : crying_soilder. Yep, that's me. Haha, so... I'm sorry, it's probably got more grammatical errors than you could count on all your fingers and toes.
Summary : Dean tells Sam how he feels, kinda.
Author Notes : Written while listening to “Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls. I was in a very depressed mood. I'm sorry.
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“Sam, you need to sleep.” Dean's voice was stern.
“No, Dean. I don't. What I need is a goddamn answer,” said Sam, his voice just as stern. He laid his head in his hands, thinking.
“Sammy, you've been up for days. You're not doing any good like this.” Dean, who had walked to where Sam was sitting at the crappy thing that passed for a table. “Sleep for a couple hours. You'll be good as new.”
“Dean.” Sam looked up at him. “You don't have a couple hours.”
Dean smiled sadly. “Sure, I do. I've got until I made the deal. That give us 10 hours and counting. Sleep for at least half of them. That way you can think straight.”
“No.”
“Yes.” Dean pulled Sam up.”
“Dean,” Sam's tone was warning.”
“Please,” Dean looked at Sam, eye to eye. “For me.”
Sam's shoulders slumped in defeat. “Fine. But not for half of them, just a little while. 3 hours tops. Okay. Promise you'll wake me.”
Dean grinned the grin of a winner. “Promise.”
As Sam's body hit the ratty broken down bed, he suddenly felt full of energy. He knew Dean was right though, so he laid there trying to will himself to sleep.
He let out a deep sigh, and Dean started talking. Sam guessed Dean thought he was asleep.
Pacing around the room, Dean talked to Sam, hoping against hope he could be heard, but fearing that he would be. “What are ya gonna do without me, Sammy? When she comes, when I go, what are you gonna do?” Sam didn't dare to peak. “I want you to go on, Sam. I don't want you to linger on me. I'm not that important. I,” Dean's voice broke. “I want you to go back to Stanford. Get that law degree. Make something of yourself. Even if you have to use a fake name to do it. This isn't the life for you. You're not like me. Or, Dad. You're like, Mom. Like, Jess. You're going to Heaven. I'm going to hell. I just, please don't make any deals, Sam. I couldn't bear to know I sold my soul for you to go around and sell yours. You're souls to precious.” Dean laughed through the tears now making there way down his face. “To precious for this world.”
Dean sat down on his bed. “You're the closet to heaven that I'll ever be, and I want you to know that I love you. I know I've never told you. We just, know. But before I die, you've got to know that, Sam. You've got to know I love you. And what you don't need to know is that I love you so much more than I should. I love everything about you. I love how geeky you are. I love you're weird way of thinkin'. I even love that mop on the top of your head that passes for hair. I love you.” Dean tried to stop the tears, but they didn't stop. “You were born to be a lover, Sam. I was born to be a fighter. We're so different, and we get that about each other. You're the only person who's ever got me. Nobody else in the world has ever got me. Not even another hunter, not even, Dad.”
Dean took a shaky breath. “If I could change anything though, it'd be when I went and took you away from what little normal you had left. I do want you to do something for me, Sam. I want you to say I died a dignified death. I want everyone to know the hell hounds got me, even though they wont. I'll be in hell, Sam. I'll be burning so you can live. And I accept that. I want that. I want you to live. Live a life different that anything you've ever lived before. Live happy. And, Sam.” Dean turned to look at his brother, who's eyes were wide with tears. “Don't ever think about me, cause that'll just bring you down. It'll ruin your life cause I'm worthless and if there is a, God, believe in him so much, Sam. Believe you'll get to be with Mom again. Believe in anything but this evil.”
Dean lifted the gun to his head, it already cocked.
Sam rose off the bed, and mid yell, the gunshot rang out.
Red coated the wall. A body lay motionless on the bed, and as Sam grabbed the gun, he didn't think twice...
~Fin~
Author : crying_soilder Archived @ crying_text
Chapters : 1/1
Word Count : 756
Characters : Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester.
Rating : R, just to be safe.
Feedback : <---GIMMEGIMMEGIMME! My muses so hungry!
Warnings : Angst. Character Death. Tissues Needed!
Spoilers : Season 3
Disclaimer : I own NOTHING. Life sucks. Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and The CW/WB. This was written by a fan, for the fans. I don't claim to own Sam and/or Dean and I never will. All other things are owned by there respectful owners. Don't sue, cause you wont get anything.
Beta'd By : crying_soilder. Yep, that's me. Haha, so... I'm sorry, it's probably got more grammatical errors than you could count on all your fingers and toes.
Summary : Dean tells Sam how he feels, kinda.
Author Notes : Written while listening to “Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls. I was in a very depressed mood. I'm sorry.
-----~-----~-----~-----~-----
“Sam, you need to sleep.” Dean's voice was stern.
“No, Dean. I don't. What I need is a goddamn answer,” said Sam, his voice just as stern. He laid his head in his hands, thinking.
“Sammy, you've been up for days. You're not doing any good like this.” Dean, who had walked to where Sam was sitting at the crappy thing that passed for a table. “Sleep for a couple hours. You'll be good as new.”
“Dean.” Sam looked up at him. “You don't have a couple hours.”
Dean smiled sadly. “Sure, I do. I've got until I made the deal. That give us 10 hours and counting. Sleep for at least half of them. That way you can think straight.”
“No.”
“Yes.” Dean pulled Sam up.”
“Dean,” Sam's tone was warning.”
“Please,” Dean looked at Sam, eye to eye. “For me.”
Sam's shoulders slumped in defeat. “Fine. But not for half of them, just a little while. 3 hours tops. Okay. Promise you'll wake me.”
Dean grinned the grin of a winner. “Promise.”
As Sam's body hit the ratty broken down bed, he suddenly felt full of energy. He knew Dean was right though, so he laid there trying to will himself to sleep.
He let out a deep sigh, and Dean started talking. Sam guessed Dean thought he was asleep.
Pacing around the room, Dean talked to Sam, hoping against hope he could be heard, but fearing that he would be. “What are ya gonna do without me, Sammy? When she comes, when I go, what are you gonna do?” Sam didn't dare to peak. “I want you to go on, Sam. I don't want you to linger on me. I'm not that important. I,” Dean's voice broke. “I want you to go back to Stanford. Get that law degree. Make something of yourself. Even if you have to use a fake name to do it. This isn't the life for you. You're not like me. Or, Dad. You're like, Mom. Like, Jess. You're going to Heaven. I'm going to hell. I just, please don't make any deals, Sam. I couldn't bear to know I sold my soul for you to go around and sell yours. You're souls to precious.” Dean laughed through the tears now making there way down his face. “To precious for this world.”
Dean sat down on his bed. “You're the closet to heaven that I'll ever be, and I want you to know that I love you. I know I've never told you. We just, know. But before I die, you've got to know that, Sam. You've got to know I love you. And what you don't need to know is that I love you so much more than I should. I love everything about you. I love how geeky you are. I love you're weird way of thinkin'. I even love that mop on the top of your head that passes for hair. I love you.” Dean tried to stop the tears, but they didn't stop. “You were born to be a lover, Sam. I was born to be a fighter. We're so different, and we get that about each other. You're the only person who's ever got me. Nobody else in the world has ever got me. Not even another hunter, not even, Dad.”
Dean took a shaky breath. “If I could change anything though, it'd be when I went and took you away from what little normal you had left. I do want you to do something for me, Sam. I want you to say I died a dignified death. I want everyone to know the hell hounds got me, even though they wont. I'll be in hell, Sam. I'll be burning so you can live. And I accept that. I want that. I want you to live. Live a life different that anything you've ever lived before. Live happy. And, Sam.” Dean turned to look at his brother, who's eyes were wide with tears. “Don't ever think about me, cause that'll just bring you down. It'll ruin your life cause I'm worthless and if there is a, God, believe in him so much, Sam. Believe you'll get to be with Mom again. Believe in anything but this evil.”
Dean lifted the gun to his head, it already cocked.
Sam rose off the bed, and mid yell, the gunshot rang out.
Red coated the wall. A body lay motionless on the bed, and as Sam grabbed the gun, he didn't think twice...
~Fin~