Disclaimer: The beautiful Winchester boys do not belong to me. How I wish, Dean was mine...
A/N: Sorry if this is too angsty. I don't usually like to write this kind of stuff but alas I was inspired. This takes place during "The Rapture" when Dean sees Sam drinking demon blood. It's my interpretation of Sam and Dean's conversation before the detoxification. Hope you guys enjoy.
Spoilers for 4.20
Drabble word: Control
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Sam stared at Dean with wild eyes and furrowed brows. His brother's face was a blank palette. Warm pools of green flickered to watch Sam.
"So did it taste as wonderful as I think it does?"
"Don't start with me Dean." Sam choked out, fresh demon blood vibrating in his veins. Something dark hissed in his mind to snap Dean's neck. How easy it would be.
"Or what? You gonna kill me, Sammy?"
A restrained grimace and a small tortured smirk tested Sam's control. He bit his lip and sunk further into the passenger seat. He couldn't hurt Dean. Just couldn't.
"No," Sam answered truthfully. "But you just gotta stop looking at me like that. I know how that must have seemed to you, but I had to do it. It makes me stronger, okay?"
"Jesus Sam! How else do you expect me to react, huh?" Dean spat. "Am I supposed jump for joy?"
"No you're supposed to trust that I'm doing what's best." Hazel eyes flashed shakily. "Though, I don't expect you to understand. You only see in black and white."
"I only see in right and wrong." Dean murmured tiredly. Sam chest constricted. He opened his mouth to speak but his cell phone interrupted.
"...Hey Bobby."
Dean listened half heartedly to the brief exchange, heart clenching at the thought of locking his brother up in that cell but Sam wasn't in control of himself.
Not anymore.
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