Title: Stand Alone With Me

Author: IndigoNight

Feedback: Yes please

Summary: Because even though it wasn't easy being a freak, as long as he had Sam by his side to stand-alone with him, it was the way things were meant to be.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters

Spoilers: For like, the Pilot I guess

Rating: PG

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: Random rambling bit from my bathtub of angst (don't ask where that term came from). Hope you like. Read, Review, Enjoy!

Dean knew it was selfish of him to ask Sam to stay. But he also knew it was right, the right thing to do, the way things were meant to be.

They were freaks, and he knew it. They both were, no matter how much Sam liked to play nice with the normal people, or how idyllic he looked standing behind a white picket fence, it just wasn't him. They simply weren't meant to be penned in by the rules of society.

Dean had accepted that at the age of five years old, once he'd come to terms with the fact that his mommy was never coming back. Sam had yet to accept it.

However, just because Dean had accepted it, that didn't mean he was necessarily happy about it. Had he been pissed when he'd had to miss prom because Dad caught wind of a skinwalker a few states over? Yeah. Had he hated scrounging around constantly to find food for Sam while Dad was out, often going without himself? Definitely. Did he miss the innocence f not knowing what was out there? Had he always envied his classmates who had nothing bigger to worry about than the math test on Friday? Yup.

But there was one thing that had always made it bearable to him, the fact that no matter how screwed up they were, he wasn't alone in it. He could tolerate the humongous invisible wall separating him from the rest of the world because he knew that at the end of the day Sam and his Dad would be there on the same side of the wall with him, and it would be the three of them against the world.

Then Sam had left. He'd decided he wanted to see just how green the grass on the other side was, so he'd scaled the wall and disappeared over it. He must have liked what he saw because he'd settled down at college and stopped answering his phone. Sometimes Dean considered climbing over after him, but he knew he'd never make it, the wall was too high and he didn't have the strength break through it.

And then, just when Dean had thought he was adjusting to the new team of two, Dad had gone too. He hadn't climbed over the wall like Sam had; he'd built a new one.

Then Dean had truly been alone. On one side was a wall blocking him off from society, from Sam; on the other was a wall blocking him off from the other freaks, the hunters, from Dad. He wanted so desperately to be on the other side of the walls, he didn't care which, as long as he wasn't alone. Anything not to be alone.

So he did the only thing he could, he climbed over the first wall and dragged Sammy back, so that together they could break down the second wall and put back together the pieces of their broken family.

So yeah, he knew it was selfish of him to ask Sam to stay. But he also knew that it was right. And even though he couldn't mark when exactly it had happened, one day, looking into Sam's eyes he knew that his baby brother knew too, and forgave him for it.

After that, everything was all right. Because even though it wasn't easy being a freak, as long as he had Sam by his side to stand-alone with him, it was the way things were meant to be.