Hi guys! Me and my friend really love Supernatural and we decided to put our brains together and try our hand at writing a fic. We're both avid fans of Limp!Sam and we think that may show through in this fic. lol.

Well, thats enough chatter from us, here is the first chapter or our fic Dead Men Don't Tell Tales.

Disclaimer: We do not own the show Supernatural or the characters Sam and Dean. However, should I ever meet those two handsome peoples in the street i will not hesitate in kiddnapping them... in fact i shall take great joy in doing so, MUA HA HA HA HA HA!! Charlotte, whipped cream please...

Chapter One

He was worried; he had every right to be worried. After all he was his brother. But Dean's constant inquisitive questions were starting to drive him insane. He understood that Dean just wanted him to talk, but did he ever consider the fact that talking was the last thing he had in mind.

Sam had begun to understand the rationales behind Madison's death; he understood that lives have been saved because of it, but that didn't make the guilt and culpability lessen. She may have been a werewolf, but Sam had repentantly killed her, reluctantly ending her life so others can live. But that was their job, it's what they did. They destroyed supernatural beings for the preservation of humans, and that's exactly what Madison was; a supernatural being. And now, here he was a week after the tragic irrevocable events in San Francisco, back on the road with his older brother.

Dean had been filled with fretful apprehension the night of Madison's death, but the unwavering concern for his younger brother prevailed above all other emotions. Sam was distraught, and Dean had never seen him so patently expressing his emotions. And it scared him, scared him more than he was even willing to admit to himself.

He was concerned for his brother, and he had every right to be. He had suggested that they take a break from hunting, but Sam was adamant that they continue their never ending quest. Maybe it was his way of suppressing the burden of blame that he hold heavy on his shoulders. But Dean didn't understand it. Surely the idea of a break and normality would appeal to his younger brother. Obviously his thoughts were incorrect.

Sam didn't want to take a break; he didn't want to stop hunting just so he could think about past events. The truth was hunting was the only thing keeping him going, the only thing keeping him sane. A lot had happened in the past two years since his brother had collected him from California, and collectively all the events distributed some form of grief into Sam's life; starting with the death of his girlfriend, Jessica.

Sam had insisted on numerous occasions that he was alright, repeatedly telling his older brother "I'm okay, Dean. Honest." But truthfully he wasn't, and Dean knew it. He seemed to be coping, but Sam was still quiet, only occasionally speaking when he presumed relevant.

Casting another brief glance at his brother Dean inwardly sighed at the dejected young man that sat disconsolate in the passenger seat, his head resting inelegantly against the window.

"What?" Sam said with an exasperated tone in his voice. His brother had been casting momentary looks at him for the past half hour and it was beginning to get annoying. It may have been his brother's way of expressing concern but being continuously looked at was particularly vexatious.

"It's err just good to be back on the road again." Dean hadn't expected Sam to notice his discrete fleeting looks of worry, and hoped that his lie was believable enough to distract his brother's enquiring behaviour. But a sceptical look from Sam only confirmed otherwise.

"Dean, you were the one who suggested we take a break, and now you're saying you're happy to be back on the road?"

"Since when did you listen to what I say?" Dean smiled, playfully smacking Sam on the shoulder and hoping that his light-hearted behaviour would release some of the tension that had begun settle in the car.

"Don't change the subject, Dean." Sam said plainly, beginning to get annoyed with his brother's persistent attempts to get him to talk. Couldn't Dean see that he didn't want to talk? Surely he was the one person who could understand the reasons for his disinclination to converse.

Dean didn't understand though, he didn't realise the reasons behind his brother's reluctance, and for that very reason he continued to encourage his Sam to open up. Not realising that it was the very thing driving them apart. Every conversation they had seemed to develop into an entirely new argument where they would argue about irrelevant matters and exchange insults which they knew neither one meant. And it would seem that this conversation was also heading in that same direction.

"And don't do this again."

"Do what?" Sam's petulance was irritating to say the least, but in his current apathetic state Dean couldn't help but feel concerned.

"Just focus on the road, Dean." Sam said, attempting to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"Do what?" Dean repeated, unwilling to let his brother's comment slip. "Do what, Sam?"

The constant conflicts and bickering were growing old, and this was one fight Sam was unwilling to partake in.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked frantically as Sam's hands drifted to the door handle. 'He wouldn't be foolish enough to get out the car while it's moving would he?' In Sam's current mental state Dean didn't let that notion surpass him. His brother was capable of anything, even attempting to exit a moving car. "Sam, in case you didn't notice this vehicle is moving and it's not stopping until we reach a diner. So buckle up and enjoy the ride."

When his brother made no effort to comply with his simple request Dean reluctantly slowed the car making an abrupt stop on the side of the road, the car's tyres immediately sinking into the soft malleable mud.

"Sam, what the hell d'you think you're doing? Are you foolish enough to jump out of the car while it's moving?" Dean shouted, clearly pissed off at the way his brother was acting.

"It beats having to put up with you." Sam shot back while he opened the car door and stepped out. What he really wanted was some time to himself, to think; away from Dean. He didn't hate him, he loved his brother, but why couldn't Dean just let this all drop. Whenever Sam wanted to talk about how Dean felt, Dean would snap at him and in the end Sam would let it go. So why couldn't Dean just give in this one time.

"Sam, get back in the car"

"Just leave me alone." Sam shakily replied.

"Look Sam. I'm sorry, but can you just get back in the car, please."

"Dean, I just…I just need some air, some time to think. Alone." With that said he shut the car door and started walking in the direction of the nearest town just half a mile away.

Well, we hope you enjoyed that first chapter. More is coming very soon. Please read and review. It may make us write faster!! ; )

While your here i also thought i'd try some shameless plugging of another fic i wrote. Its called Black Agnes under the penname of Hailsy. Check it out if you want some more Limp!Sam action!

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