My first SPN ficlet-so please be nice. This kinda came to me after watching 'Born Under a Bad sign'...so keep that in mind.
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He was barely conscience when the demon had him. He was aware of nothing more then the angst, the brutal pain of something consuming him from the inside out.
He could remember begging his brother for death. The demon was forming the words speaking with his mouth-his voice. But he was there as well, a part him of begged for the same thing; for the redemption that only death could bring. He was begging to be allowed to atone for the sins he hadn't yet committed.
But Dean wouldn't hear of it. He just kept fighting…hunting for the demon…hunting to save him…never giving up or giving in.
"Some day," Sam muttered above the car ratio…his voice hoarse from the long hours of disuse. "Some day you're going to have to do it."
The heavily silence retakes the car until his brother smirked at him sideways, an arrogant, self-confident smile that Sam's so found of.
"Until then I'm gonna keep fighting….We're gonna keep fighting." Their eyes meet on the sideways glance. "Because that's what we do."