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so sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left; closed/ongoing

Aug 11, 2008 01:29

WHO: The Winchester Bros.
WHAT: Sam wants answers.
WHERE: Their place
WHEN: Today, evening.

( you take the breath right out of me and left a hole where my heart should be. )

place - housing district, Ω sam winchester, Ω dean winchester

Comments 14

rotisseriedean August 11 2008, 05:59:44 UTC

It had taken him a while ( ... )

waywarded August 11 2008, 06:14:47 UTC

This wasn't like him. Dean would have him flat on the floor with a knife in his hands if he tried this back at home. So the fact that he was staying right there, not moving, not even trying- it meant he was tired. Or just broken, and god it hurt Sam so much to see him like that. This wasn't right. Dean was supposed to be the tough one. With his stupid leather jacket and his stupid obnoxious rock music and his stupid, stupid-

Sam glanced at him for a moment, ready to demand answers when Dean spoke- no, whispered, his name. Screw that, screw everything. Sam reached around, pulled him up, and wrapped his arms tightly around his brother- as if that could protect him from whatever had happened. As if that could do anything.

He was so goddamn useless here. He had no information, no idea what had happened and it was frustrating him, that he couldn't help. That Dean wouldn't let him help. The older Winchester had always had his back before, saving him, telling him to shut up when he was being stupid, risking his life for him ( ... )

rotisseriedean August 11 2008, 06:20:53 UTC

Dean cussed and groaned as Sam pulled him up, pulled him into a hug. Stupid, arms around him, and stupid face, and stupid hair that smelled like fruit, and Dean feebly hugged him back, letting his head rest on his shoulder, eyes threatening him every other second. He was weak, too weak for his brother. If he could, he'd make the deal all over again. He'd go through another hundred years to make sure his baby brother kept on smiling.

Anything for him. Anything. Trust. Life. Death. There was not much else.

"Yeah, yeah," he sighed. "Get on with it, bitch."

waywarded August 11 2008, 06:26:59 UTC

Sam had to smile at that. Their running joke.

"Je-erk." he said in his normal drawl, dragging it out so it sounded like two syllables, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. Maybe Dean- the one from before, had been right. Maybe he needed to smile more.

Dean looked slightly annoyed that Sam was hugging him- that was a start, it had to be. He shifted on the edge of the bed, looking down at the blanket for a moment and then back up to Dean, brow furrowed in concentration. His thinking face.

"Dean. What happened to you?" he picked at a loose thread on the blanket. A bad habit, but hey, he was stressed as hell.

"Because normally you would have punched me in the face if I tried to hug you. You would've gotten your knife if you heard someone enter the room. You're not okay." best to get this over with. Sam sighed, pushing his hair back for a second.

"And I'm pretty sure this has nothing to do with the car crash."

rotisseriedean August 11 2008, 06:33:26 UTC

This conversation that was inevitable, and Dean couldn't look at Sam. He didn't want to see his face now. He didn't think Hell and Sam even belonged in the same room together anymore. When that demon possessed his brother - his - Dean could have fucking walked straight into Hell again, and killed him with his bare fucking hands. Bare, with sharp claws, with a violent rage that could not be beat.

But.

Sam couldn't know.

Sam only knew about a car crash. Happened probably a year or two previously. Not soon afterwards, Dad died for Dean. Ironically, later, Dean died for Sam. A family tradition that couldn't go wrong, but still. Sam couldn't know, couldn't know the suffering Dean went through, the pain, the indescribably, excruciating heartache he had to endure.

"I came back from a kid's birthday party," he replied instead.