The Bond of Two Brothers
o0kaymawn0o
Summary:
Set in the universe where Dean is thrown into his idea world by the Djinn: What is and What Should Never Be - Season 2. Except, this time around, Dean dedicates his time to becoming friends with his brother in this universe, as the thing that hurts him most, is the fact Sam doesn't even know him, or associate with him - Dean can't bear to live with that. Eventually, feelings of friendship turn into something else, when it's revealed why Sam stopped trying all those years ago. DS.
Notes:
I know that I shouldn't be posting another one, but these are the stories that have been brewing in my head since I started getting into the show, and my mind and body will not allow me to just sit back and let them fester. So, yeah... Reviews would be nice, but I'm not going to stop writing just because people aren't commenting. ;D Write for yourself, not for an audience. ;)
You Are a Dick, Dean Winchester:
This doesn't make any sense. Why don't Sammy and I get along in this universe? Is hunting all we really ever had? Apparently, I don't even call him Sammy here, so what do I know? The Dean Winchester of here and now is a jackass for all I care. So what if the yellow-eyed demon never killed Mom and I didn't carry Sam out of the burning house? He's still my brother. I still should have wanted to protect him and keep him safe. Right? My family comes before anyone, and that's how it should be in any universe. But here, Sammy doesn't even want to know me. It's as if he's only around me because it's Mom's birthday. Then he'll go back to Florida and be with Jessica again.
Jessica is a great girl and I'm happy for him, I truly am, but I want the chance to make things right between me and my brother. Sam means a hell of a lot to me. I have to make this right. It's the only thing I can think about as I wait for dinner. The girl I'm apparently with is gorgeous – good on this Dean for finding a hot nurse. It doesn't feel right, though. Nothing will ever feel right until Sammy and I are friends again. That's a fact.
"Dean, honey, what's wrong?" Mom looks concerned about me. I appreciate it. Right now, I have no time for pity. Giving her a small smile, I cast my eyes on my brother. He looks so happy, as Jessica tells him some crappy story about her roommate. Like the Sam I know would actually give a shit about something so boring. He probably only listens to her crap so he can get laid.
Well, I can be happy about something then.
Carmen rests her hand on my leg, as if she's trying to give me some support over something trivial. I feel the need to move her hand away, but I let it sit there for now. She's my girlfriend, or wife, or whatever – I've not really found that much out yet.
"You seem tense. Are you okay?"
I fake a grin. "I'm fine, sweetheart." For a second it looks like she's not going to let it go. Instead, she smiles and rubs her thumb on my knuckle before releasing me, sipping from her glass of wine. I try to ignore her upset and focus on the conversation going on around the table.
"We were one week from finals, and Sam had been up for three days straight studying! I told him countless times to get some rest, but he just didn't want to listen. He told me when it was all over it would be over, so he could last a few more nights if he had to!" Jessica was really excited about this lame story, so Sam kept up a smile. Guess he was a good boyfriend. She grabbed his hand and played with it briefly before continuing. "Eventually, I got sick and tired of his grumpy attitude, so I slipped a Codine into his drink and he was out like a light for the next few days. I would have been concerned, had he not repeatedly talked in his sleep about the stuff he had been studying!" Everyone around the table laughed at the story, apart from me. I didn't find it that funny. I was kind of angry that she drugged my brother. Nevertheless, I let it slide for now.
"It was a great sleep, though," Sam added helpfully. I sent him a glare. He sounds so artsy-fartsy right now. Nothing like the Sammy that I have back home. My Sam. Normally, I wouldn't think of trading Sammy for the world, but this one I would swap for a piece of pie in an instant. Wouldn't even have to be a whole one.
These two losers were acting like the perfect couple. I know there is no such thing as that, though, and there never will be. People weren't perfect. Everyone argued and I bet my soul that these two were just the same as any other couple.
"Hey, Sam, can I talk to you for a second?" I didn't wait for him to reply. I just got up and walked towards a quiet spot, assuming that Sam had followed obediently. I was relieved when I heard him approaching with a question on the tip of his tongue.
"What is it, Dean?"
I don't turn as I speak. "How long have we been like this?"
"Like what?" There's humour in his tone. I don't like it.
"Not friends? Not close? Don't even have nicknames for each other?" I almost raged.
Sam took a step towards me and held his hand up. "Are you feeling okay, Dean? Did you hit your head or something? We've never really been any of those things."
Hazel-green eyes shifted to the left side, thinking back to a moment in time. "Everything has always been about you, Dean, for as long as I've known you. When we were younger, you didn't want to know me. You were focused on one thing and one thing only: yourself. You were selfish. You didn't hide it, either." Sam shoved his hands in his pockets and frowned thoughtfully.
I felt sick.
Dean, you fucking asshole. You're supposed to be there for your little brother! That is your duty as the older one. It's not that hard to figure out.
"Sam, I-"
"No, Dean. It's okay. There was a time when I wanted us to be friends, wanted us to be close. But I don't need it anymore. I don't need you. I have Jessica in my life, the only friend I'll ever need. As harsh as it sounds, Dean, I don't have room for you."
Sammy, you're breaking my heart.
"It doesn't have to be that way, Sammy! We can fix-"
Sam glared heatedly. "Stop calling me Sammy! You've never called me that in my life, okay? Dad used to call me that and that's all. You don't have the right to suddenly start treating me like you give a shit about me, okay? I won't stand for it." He wasn't lying. Everything he was saying came from the heart. I could tell. I know him better than he knows himself.
"We're done here, okay?" Sam says with finality and storms off.
I stand stock still, staring after him, not able to even move. I'm such a dick. Such a fucking dick!
Dean Winchester of this world, you better stay the fuck away, because I will fucking kill you if I see you. It might be hard to punch your handsome mug, but I will. I swear!
Notes:
So, this one is in the first person. I wanted to delve deeper into Dean's character and find what makes him tick, how he'd feel if Sam hated him and all that stuff. So, yeah! Hope you enjoyed it. ;D