Title: Never Let Go
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue
Warning: Wincest
Note: Doesn't take place at any particular point in time. AU.
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Sam sits with his back against the wall and legs stretched out in front of him, staring at nothing. He hears the Impala as it pulls up in front of the motel door. His head lolls to the side to watch the door.
Dean doesn't say anything when he comes into the room, just shrugs out of his jacket and sighs. He stops when he sees Sam, confusion furrowing his brows.
"What are you-?"
"I can't do it, Dean," Sam says, his voice cracking because the pain has started to settle in again. "Please, I can't-" he stops because it hurts too much, his throat has closed up and his chest hurts so fuckin' bad that he just wants to rip the bandages right off and dig around till he finds the source of the pain and take it out.
"Shh, shh, Sammy," Dean's at his side in an instant, taking Sam's face between his hands and pressing his lips to those of his brother. He doesn't say anything else as he crushes Sam's face to his chest, listening to the sobs and waiting for them to quiet.
Sam doesn't cry from the pain, he cries because of the frustration. He knows that he makes his brother vulnerable. They haven't been able to move in a month and Sam can hear them. Hear the whispers of those that hunt them, and they're moving closer and closer.
Headlights wash over them, bathing them in quiet light and overwhelming the glow of the single lit lamp.
"Is that them?" Sam asks even though he knows the answer. Both Winchesters watch the door, Dean's grip tightens because he knows this won't end well and he's fighting every instinct to run, but he won't leave his brother behind, not even if all of hell were charging at him.
"Don't make me roll over, not for them," Dean's pleading, begging, he doesn't want it to end this way.
"Dean," Sam listens as car doors slam close and orders are issued; they're trying to be quiet.
He's holding onto Sam when the SWAT team busts down the door. He's fighting as they rush in and roughly separate him from his brother. He hears Sam's shouts of pain as he's pushed down to the floor and hand-cuffed.
"You're hurting him," Dean shouts. "You're hurting him! He's sick and injured, dammit!" He looks past the men who surround him, and sees Sam vomiting blood. "Sammy!" He tries to fight. "Sammy!" he's still fighting when the world goes black.
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