If it would kill you.
by IateUdog.
Summery : He messed up big time. Everything kept falling. Even his grades at school are failing. But what if his brother blames him for the death of there father and the only friends he have turned hen back at him. Is there still somebody who cares if he dies? Dean: 18 Sam: 14
Warning : Demons, Dark-term, abuse and not nice words xD
Hello there! This is my first Supernatural fanfic. I hope that the characters are not to much out of there roll. And I hope off course that you'll like it! Reviews are always welcome x3.
SN.
"Why are you telling me this?" Tears leaked out off his eyes. "I don't care.. not anymore." He tried to look at the person before him. But he didn't work, the only thing he saw was a dark shadow. "Just kill me." He was not really scared for him. Not now. It didn't matter anyway, he was still going to die.
And not even his father could save him. This was his own nightmare. Maybe if he had listen to his brother, all of this wouldn't have happened. But then again what if this was destiny?
"Aah is little Sammy scared?" The man laughed. "Where is you're amazing brother now?'' He took a step closer to his prisoner. He leaned forwards. "Tell me about him, is he really so amazing like there says?" Silent was the answer. "I asked you what, son."
Sam glared at the man who had the nerve to ask about Dean. The Dean who took care of him sins he was born. Dean, the man who told him to go and never come back. He closed his eyes. 'Dean, I'm so sorry man.' Without a warning he opened his eyes again. "Go to hell." The chains cute in his pulse if he tried to kick his kidnapper. He could feel a hot pain in his head when something slapped against it. And for the first time in weeks he screamed. All the memories began to play before his eyes, before everything went black. The death of his father, the man he loved once. And the harsh words from his brother. The fight that wouldn't end until someone drops dead.
Chapter 1.
He swore he heard something in the another room. Normal he would go and have a look. But this was not a normal room. This was Dean's room. And Dean had told him, no had promise him that if he ever took a step into his room he would kill him. "Sammy.. sammy.." He shook his head. Was this the first symptom that he was losing it?
A hot pain poured his head in. He graphed his head with both hands fast. "Is there something from, darling?" There was it again. A nice, soft voice and still you could hear the hate in it. "Did you sleep well?" Sam looked up when he could feel someone next to him. But when he had scanned the whole room twice and found out there was no one there, he stood up and ran to Deans room. But when he stepped in his big brothers room everything became blurry. He took the old t shirt from the floor and hold it close. Even now, he believed that everything from Dean could protect him. Even a t shirt. Sam could feel himself falling when his legs gave away. The pain in his head became worse when he hit it on the rant from the bed.
He tried to stand up when somebody came inside the house. It took three times before he acutely stood on his own legs without any support. "Sam where home." It was Dean. There had been hunting for the weekend. He wanted to go with them but his dad didn't want him to be there. Not when he didn't have his head in it. "And we brought food." Sam smiled a little. He didn't think he could eat right now. But he wouldn't show that he was sick. His dad was not the nicest when there where sick. He probably would say: 'Suck it up and go on with your work.'
He faked a smile when he walked in the room. "Hi Dean, dad." His voice sounded like he had been screaming for years. But no one seemed to notice. John nodded his head to his youngest son. He was not in the mood for a nicely conversation. Unlike Dean who would do anything for a nicely conversation. He had been with his dad for two days now if it was not three days, and the man never said an word expect from 'look out' and 'just kill it already'.
Dean smiled proudly at Sam if he sat down next to him. "Hey Sammy!" Dean passed the food towards him. "How was your day?"
"It was fine." He closed his eyes and took blindly his food towards him . "How did the hunt go? Did you kill it?"
Dean looked at Sam with concern. There was something wrong he could feel it. He seemed like he didn't got any sleep the night and that his face was paler than a ghost didn't make thing better.
"He gave dad worth for his money, but he's rotting in hell now." Laughed Dean. Sam cracked a smile. "Your okay Sammy?"
"Yeah.. Im fine." He picked up his fork before lay it down again. "Just not hungry."
"Sammy.."
"I mean it Dean, I'm fine!" He snapped if his headache became worse. "Why do you lie dear? I through I told you better." He blinked a couple of times before he stared at the wall before him. He tried with everything he had to ignore the voice. But he failed.. "Sammy.. Sammy.. sammy.."
"SAMMY!" Sam looked at Dean if he was going insane. "What?" Dean signed. "Damn.. I almost thought that there was nobody home."
There was a horrible silence. Until John decided to end it. "Boys, I want you botch to pack you stuff and be ready at ten. Where leaving to Bobby's place, understood?"
"YES SIR!'' There said it at the same time.
Dean looked at his now sleeping brother. He knew there was something wrong, he could feel it. But he didn't know what. And he hated it. How could he protect his little brother if he didn't know what the problem was?
John became grumpier by the second. Nothing seems to go right. There at a schema for god sake and now there stood still, not riding, not moving, just still. Why? Because there was a idiot on the road who could drive and crashed. Like he actual did care. He just wanted to go to Bobby, so he could leave his boy for another hunt. He turned his head to his right when he heard his youngest son cry out in pain. He could feel Dean do the same.
"Sam? Sammy?'' Deans voice runs thought the care but no one respond to it. "SAM!" He smirked when Sam sit right up, shocked before he graphed his head with both hand. "Sammy? What is wrong?" Dean looks worried at his kid brother.
Sam straight is head a little. "I don't know, Dean.." He looked Dean fear full in the eyes. "She wont shut up, Dean!"
This took the attention from John. "What do you mean, Sam? Who is she?"
"I don't know, who she is.. "
tbc.