A/N: Hey guys, I thought this one up a while ago actually, and I thought I might give it a shot. It's quite hard to type right now because I'm all hopped up on coffee, I'm like shaking, my hands are shaking worse than Dean's when he bore the mark
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
"Dean no!" Sam shouted as Dean leapt up behind the three vampires.
Dean didn't look back at his wide eyed brother as he sliced off one of their heads. The remaining vampires turned sharply and began to attack Dean. Clawing at his face, one held him down as the other leaned down to feed on him. Sam was running as fast as he could to his brother, but he would never get there in time. He heard a pained howl and the thump of a head falling to the ground. He arrived on the roof just in time to see Dean slice the head of the third and final Vampire. He watched the head fall to the ground, followed by the body. Blood gushing from it's neck.
Sam's mouth was opened, and his eyes were wide, as he saw his brother turn, blood spattered on his face, claw marks etched into his skin, and bruises all over him. His clothes were ripped and bloody. He looked awful.
"Well Sammy, you ready to go?" He asked, wincing as he took a step forward.
Sam nodded in response.
"Three vamps down. Tons more to go." Dean said, once he had reached the Impala.
Sam only looked at him, worry etched in his face, and concern written in his eyes. They spent the rest of the ride like this. Sam looking at Dean, as Dean ignored him. Until they, at last, reached the Men of Letters bunker.
"What was that Dean?" Sam yelled when they were back inside the bunker.
"What? I just took out three vamps?" Dean said innocently.
"Dean you practically gave yourself over to them, that was suicide!" Sam shouted.
"But I'm alive aren't I? And the vamps are dead, that's all that matters Sam." Dean said in response, as he began to walk to his room.
"No it's not Dean, it matters that you stay alive, I need you alive Dean, just as you need me! We're all each other has left, we're family!" Sam shouted at him
"You don't understand Sam." Dean called back to him
"You're right Dean, I don't understand why you want to die." Sam said quietly. But just loud enough for Dean to hear.
He stopped walking, but didn't turn around.
"Do you even want to live, Dean?"
"Of course I do." Dean said, quietly, still standing there, back turned and head hung.
"Do you even want to try to live a long life, do you even want to beat the screwed up odds we have?" Sam said, causing Dean to come to a halt.
He turned around to look his Sam in the eye. "When will you get this in your head, we can't beat the odds Sammy! No hunter can! It's just a matter of time before our lives end at the hands of the monsters we hunt, or worse, we become the monsters we hunt!"
"Dean, we killed Azazel, we ended the Apocalypse, we got my soul back and put an end to Metatron and a civil war in Heaven, and we're still alive. Get this in your head Dean, we already have beaten the odds."
Aaaand cut
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