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some lines roughly borrowed out of croatoan.
Croatoan AU
"We have extremely strange lives you know that don't you?" Dean smiled
Sam (or Josh as Dean had aptly introduced him to the group) shot him a strange look over the explosive he was busy making. It was the kind of look that clearly said, what is with
you, without wasting all that energy on those useless words. His brother always had the ability to do that so he was well used to it; he just shrugged and muttered, "I'm just
saying."
"Sam." Both brothers looked up. The blonde cheer leader, the nurse (Dean amended) came over to Dean ignoring Sam completely. It was Sams turn to smile at Dean over the
young nurses shoulder. After Dean had jumped in with his introduction, Sam had only been all to willing to return the favor. Seeing as Dean spent most of his time mocking his
name let him live with it for a while.
"Sammy," Sam smiled at the blonde, "He prefers Sammy."
"Okay. Sammy I was wondering could you help me. I need to get something from the back." Deans nerves were being constantly grated by everyone calling him Sammy. Sam
was right, it was like you were twelve. But that was when other people said it; not him. When he said it, Dean decided never to call Sam Sam again, it was cool.
"Sure." He followed the young woman as she led the way. He resisted the temptation to look behind him so he felt rather than saw his little brothers self satisfied smirk.
"So what do you want help with?"
"That over there." She pointed over at a shelf in the corner. Dean made his way over to it, only stopping when he heard the lock click shut on the door.
"I've been waiting for this all day."
"What?"
"To get you alone Sam."
She moved so quickly Dean didn't have time to react. He barely saw her attack, only feeling his legs being pulled from under him and the pain as he hit the floor.
Outside the door Sam had reacted as soon as he heard the crash. He set down the explosive he was working on and made his way to the door. "Dean?" He tried the door and
finding it locked; lifted his leg and kicked it in. The door crumbled easily under his weight. Dean was laying on the floor. That nurse standing over him. He reacted instinctivly. His
brother was in trouble. The nurse had attacked him. Only one reason why, in his head. He swung his pistol round shooting the girl in the back. She fell of Dean and to the floor
beside him. It was only then Sam saw something that made his heart grow cold with fear. Dean was laying on the floor; his shirt open and his chest bleeding. The nurses bloody
hand was holding the knife. Two and Two makes four.
"Oh God."