Disclaimer: Don't own the brothers Winchesters, do like to play with, but promise to return to owner, eventually...
Chapter 1
Dean needed a plan…uh, yeah. A plan would be good… something he needed. God he needed to fix this. He scrubbed a hand over his face, wishing that was all it would take to wipe away this insanity that was quickly becoming his life…again.
Staring at himself in the mirror, he watched his trembling hand run thru his hair. He noted the circles under his eyes and the too pale skin. At least I'm not a blood sucking vamp anymore…he laughed humorlessly at that. Man, wouldn't dad be proud? Look at his little soldier boy…betcha never thought I'd… he stopped that thought dead in its tracks.
Dropping his head he splashed cold water a couple times onto his face. Blinking water out of his eyes before gripping the sink tight with both hands. He watched the water swirl down the drain, just like his life. He sighed. Looking towards the ceiling, towards…heaven. "Please…" He whispered, the desperation evident. Was there ever going to be peace? Was he really wanting too much?
After what happened. Well, what almost happened he was sure Lisa would be done with him. And Ben… Ben he owed one hell of an apology even though it was too late. His apple pie life of the last year was gone. His lower lip trembled, body convulsed with a sob he tried to hold back. He'd almost had it all. A home, family of his own, his brother back. The job- an added bonus. It had been perfect, for all of two seconds. He should have known better. But he hadn't been thinking because he had wanted it all. For once, he'd been greedy.
Dean had desperately wanted his brother out… back with him, alive, well and whole. So when he'd gotten Sam back… he hadn't wanted to examine it too closely. Because if he had he'd have seen, known… The laugh came out harsh, sand paper over rough board. Who the hell was he kidding? He'd known… this…this was wrong. He knew with his whole being. Had from the beginning but only now was man enough to admit it to himself. Even if he didn't feel the wrongness of -well of Sam. Sam himself was giving glaring testimony that he was now different, without saying a word on the subject. Dean knew his brother-his soul. And this person… walking and talking Sam, pretending to BE Sam… wasn't. He thought crankily, " Not even a good imitation."
Dean raised his head and dropped his hands to his side, staring unseeing into the mirror. He remembered once stating that he'd take Sammy as is, he didn't care as long as he had his little brother. So, yeah, he was here for the long haul. Down to business, part one of "THE PLAN" would be biding his time until he found a way to fix this mess and get his brother, his Sammy back. With that firmly planted in his mind he looked himself in the eye. He stated softly but with a determined glint in his voice, "That's a promise."
TBC
