Please be kind this is my first story!! It's been written for i don't know how long, just to explain some things.
Sam and Dean aren't mine :(
"Dean what the hell do you expect me to do!? Just sit here and wait for you to die?"
Sam paced the room, running his fingers through his mop of hair, his brother was stressing him out. Sam couldn't understand why Dean was being such an ass, it wasn't like him. His big brother had only six months left before he went to hell and all Dean seemed to care about was shacking up with another tart and getting his fair share of beauty sleep.
Sam yawned loudly and wondered what it felt like to wake up rested after a full night of solid sleep. He hadn't slept properly since Dean had made the deal and brought him back from death and he would kill to get some shut eye.
"Sammy, come on! I made this deal to save you. I don't want you to go out there and put your ass on the line to save me. What's the point?" Dean replied sternly before stretching back onto his bed, probably getting ready for another snooze.
"Oh! So it's alright for you to try to save me but when it's the other way round it's not, is that it!?" Sam questioned with both his voice and temper quickly rising. "It's always one rule for me and another for you isn't it Dean? Do you realise how it would feel if I lost you, knowing that you died for me to live. So stop playing the hero Dean let me do what I can to save you. I'm not a kid anymore, I can look after myself."
"Yeah what ever you say Sammy" said Dean without even looking up from what ever he was reading.
Sam was too exhausted to fight back. His lack of sleep had made him grouchy and the dreams that he had when he did sleep chilled him. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Dean making the deal, Dean's glassy, dead eyes and himself alone. Sam had had enough of it, he needed to get out, to get away from the suffocating presence of his big brother.
"You know what Dean I really can't handle this anymore!" said Sam as he piled clothes willy nilly into his duffle bag and grabbed a few random weapons, stuffing them in unceremoniously. "If you want to sit here and wait to die then fine, be a martyr, but I am going to try to do something about it."
Sam grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder and made his way over to the door. He shot a quick, almost nervous, glance at his brother - who had gone back to reading his perverted magazine with a look of boredom on his face - and walked straight out of the door. So much for brotherly love he thought bitterly.
Sam closed the door behind him and leant against it, feeling the need for some sort of support. He couldn't believe he had just yelled like his brother like that, he didn't want to row with him when they had so little time left.
He looked around the motel car park for a car that would be a pretty easy steal, but all that was there was Dean's baby, his Impala, and he knew that if he took it he would be pretty much dead to Dean. Sighing loudly Sam realised that his only real option was to walk into the nearest town and give both him and his brother a little space. He smiled as he thought of all of the unsuspecting cars waiting for him, for when he needed to get back to his brother.
He pulled his old coat around himself tightly and started to make his way into the next town. The road was pretty long and deserted, and Sam knew better than to hitch a ride with some stranger, especially with a whole new batch of demons out on the run, so he decided to keep walking. If he carried on at the pace he was going he calculated that he should reach his destination an hour or two before dawn.
"Argh, Brilliant!" Sam squinted angrily up into the angry sky and tried to pick up the pace, "son of a bitch, knock a man while he's down why don't you!" he shouted into the rain clouds. The rain was now pelting down so fast that it felt like every time a drop hit him it was going to bruise. Soon his clothes were soaked through and were beginning to weigh him down. The cool, calculating wind made him shiver involuntarily in his wet clothes and drops of rain from his almost too long hair were forever dripping into his bloodshot eyes. He was quickly beginning to wish that he had just stayed in the gross, but warm, motel room with his grumpy assed brother but he figured that he must be half way there by now, to turn back would be pointless.
Suddenly a blinding light flashed into his already watering eyes. He squinted hoping that the headlights were those of a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. They were coming steadily closer and when they were about 20 feet away Sam's balloon of hope popped. It was just some random van, which was rusty and making a hideous rattling noise which made it sound like a coughing dog. Sam put his head down and was about to carry on walking when the van pulled up next to him, splashing an already soaking Sam with a manky puddle.
The passenger window rolled down and a cool female voice came from the inside. "Oh, look who it is boys! Sammy Winchester! It must be our lucky night." Sam shivered once again, he was so sure that he had heard that calm voice somewhere before, he just couldn't quite place it.
"Get in the van Sam"
Sam was quickly broken out of his thoughts, sensing that he was in some sort of danger. He quickly started backing away, he didn't need instinct to tell him to get the hell away from the van.
"Erm, no thanks. I'm quite happy to stay out here. The fresh air is good for your health."
"Aw, Sammy that wasn't a request. Now get in the van."
Sam didn't turn to see who was following, he just ran. How the hell did he always manage to get himself in ridiculous situations, he thought. Knowing that Dean was the only one that could help him now he delved into his pocket without stopping to catch a breath and yanked out his cell phone, stabbing his brothers number in as quickly as his numb and shaking fingers would let him.
"Come on Dean, pick up, please pick up!" Sam muttered, his voice shaking from the force of his feet pounding on the ground. He was about to give up and call the motel instead when he heard a welcomingly familiar deep, gravily voice. The voice of his big brother.
"Dean? Thank God! Listen I am really sorry for before and everything but I have a bit of a problem." he muttered out quickly.
Dean could hear the panic in his baby brother's voice and suddenly the fight from before was dismissed and forgotten, protective big brother mode kicked in.
"Ok Sam… Sammy calm down. Now tell me slowly what the hell is going on!?"
Sam answered quickly and Dean could hear the vibrations of his voice and the pounding of his feet, Sam was running from something.
"Dean I decided to walk into the next town, I just needed to her away for a bit, you know some room to think. Anyway it started raining, and it was freezing but there was no point in me turning back cos I was half way there. Then I saw headlights and turned around thinking it was you coming to get me so I stopped. But it wasn't you Dean. It was a van full of bastard demons and they tried to get me to get in the van. So I ran."
Sam took a deep, calming breath, running, talking and panicking all at the same time weren't, he decided, the best mix.
"Dean what the hell should I do!?"
"Sam stay calm, I'm coming ok? Just stay as far away from that van as you can and keep away from the road. Run back towards the motel, yeah?"
"Yeah, ok." Sam turned and headed back in Dean's direction. "Oh and Dean I really am sorry, I just…"
Sam's voice disappeared to be replaced with rustling and yelling. Dean couldn't think, his breath caught in his throat and he felt suddenly sick.
"Sam? Sammy, you there?"
There was no reply.