WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE
A/N- Hey guys, this the what you can call, sequel/ remake/ whatever of AlxM's Abusing Forgiveness, With just one twist. HIM did not change in the end. SO... Anyways this story is all AlxM's and course supernaturals. And yes all mistakes are mine. THANKS A TON AlxM! Love you LOads! all Yours! and sorry for the delay.
One more thing. Foul language. Rated T.
Enjoy and please review!please beg ya!
"Any near plans of getting up?" Bobby Singer asked as he looked at the two brothers who slept soundly after a tiring hunt. A simple salt and burn but come on when is evil ever gonna make things easy for a Winchester?
"No. Not really" Dean Winchester, the elder of the two brothers said as he covered his face with the pillow to avoid the looks of the old man.
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"How about a good night sleep?" Sam, the younger and the more sensible of the two, replied.
"I was thinking of making pancakes but...okay as the youngsters say."
Bobby smirked knowing what would come next.
"Shoot yourself" The brothers said in unison.
"So early? Nah. C'mon, i have ten more nice and happy years with my two boys. Ain't i correct?"
"Bobby, please. We also have just three days and two night before something evil finds it way to us as it always does. So just Bobby, thanks a ton, but no breakfast today for us. We will pass. Please." Sam begged the old man.
Bobby knew if only Sam was awake, the younger Winchester would put on his puppy dog eyes, which no one could ever win against.
Suddenly the phone rang. Dean aimlessly reached out for it.
"Yello? No. Agent Mulder does not exist. He died thirty years ago. yes wrong number. Okey bye!" Dean smiled and threw his face groaned and fell asleep again.
Bobby rolled his eyes and went out.
"Who was it?" Sam asked.
"Some sheriff. Sheriff Roberts. Yeah i got it! Sheriff Frank Roberts. Long names. Idiot parents." Dean replied.
"Hmmm." Sam replied before getting to know what his elder brother had done.
Sam woke up with a start and threw his pillow on Dean.
"Hey what?!" Dean said getting up, rubbing his eyes.
"DEAN THAT WAS-URRGGHH LET IT BE!" Sam growled as he picked up the phone and dialed the sheriff's number. Glancing at Dean, Sam expected an apology, but of course when will that happen? Instead he got a - "not my fault" from him.
Dean smiled at his brother and went out flopping on the couch.
"Morning." Dean said as he found Bobby wheeling around in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
"Here comes sleeping beauty. Who gave you the morning kiss, sweetheart?" Bobby said.
"Fairy Godmother." Dean got hold of the T.V remote and started flipping the channels.
When he stopped. Tilted his head, and scratched his head,
Bobby looked at him and smiled. The boy was thinking, which was quite a rare scene.
"Whatcya thinkin', boy?" B
"Huh... Hey Bobby?"
"Yes?"
"I was thinking..."
"Good at times. I kinda gathered that.
"No i was seriously thinking."
"Once in a thousand years."
"Shut up. Anyways,that... That you remember when i went to this...alternate universe.. where I used to beat up Sammy?"
"Whatcya comin' at, kid?"
"That..what if alternate universe was made by a part that is in your mind. Which you want to do. I mean coupla years ago when I was a victim of the dijinn? It took me to a place with...mom." Deans voice faltered at the word "MOM", which was of course due to his love for his mother who died when he was just four(which was quite cruel of Azazel.)
"Dean, don't you dare harbor such thoughts kid. You will never want to beat up your own brother. Just because he let out Lucifer. He didn't know. Ruby made him do it right? I know you, boy, you would never put anything past or present in front of him." Bobby wheeled in front of Dean and looked him in the eye.
"You are right, Bobby. I would never do that. I have been thinking bullshit."
"Yes. Too much of it." Bobby put on a smile and went back to the kitchen.
Just then Sam came in. Still on the phone.
" . No. I'm sorry sir. I really am. I- okay..okay..Have a good-" Sam looked at the phone as it beeped cut. "Day."
" 'Sup bro?" Dean asked his younger brother as if he had no idea what a mess he had done and put Sam in trouble. Well, putting Sam in trouble was one of his duties.
"Oh. Nothing. Nothing much. Just a pissed off sheriff. Thanks Dean. And you know what else. I really don't know how you and I share the same DNA."
"Come on.. You are my baby sis. I gotta take care of lil Samantha right?"
"Just shut up. Okay? Just zip it."
"What, brain boy? Running out of witty replies or just too scared I'll outwit you again? Well, I always do."
Sam put on his bitchface and was soon in a competition with Dean's "Go fuck yourself" face.
"You both are more interesting than baseball match." Bobby commented.
Sam scoffed and Dean smirked.
Both muttering together - Runs in the blood.
"Okay break for drinks!" Bobby said coming in between the two men.
It was night again.
The brothers could at last have their beauty sleep after a whole day of melting iron, preparing bags of salt and their usual work.
Sam hit the bed before Dean could ask if Cass, their winged friend, had visited but after seeing Sam sound asleep, Dean chucked the thought.
Then next morning again seemed a sleepy morning.
"Wake up, Sammy." Dean shook his brother by the shoulder, still in bed, "Wakey-" Dean stopped realizing how sickly sweet he was sounding.
Dean got up looked at his brother. Usually Sam was the early bird. What was wrong? Well, Dean didn't seem to care as long as he got get a opportunity to trouble him everything was perfect.
Dean got up went to the kitchen and got a bottle of cold water and splashed it right on Sam.
Sam woke up with a start, gasping for air.
"Dean?"
"Oh no...pffff...Brad Pitt." Dean smiled.
Sam looked around, panting, then looked at his bag and then at Dean. Sam went to his bag opened it and turned it upside down, clothes came out.
"Sam?!What the hell are you doing?!" Dean demanded astonished at his brother's strange behavior.
Suddenly Sam's face filled with fear, eyes showing clear terror and body trembling.
"Dean..I...I...I'm sorry.. I..I...Just don't hurt me please..Dean...I beg you.. I promise this wouldn't happen again..Dea-"
"Hey, hey kiddo calm down. Chill. Whats wrong?"
Dean walked to his brother and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. Sam flinched and closed his eyes.
"Dean. Not the wall. It... Don't smash me.. Please.."
"Hey bro, why will i ever do that?"
"Cause you never changed. You just did a masters in acting.
"Sammy.."
Thats when Dean realized. It was the sam he met in the other world. And now he was back. And all possibilities said. Sam was with HIM.
AU
"SAM!WAKE UP!NOW! GO AND GET SOME GROCERIES!"
Sam jolted up. His head pounding. It seemed as if football was being played in there.
"What Dean?! My head's hurting! Go get yourself..."Sam replied sleepy rubbing his eyes.
Dean peeped in the room.
"What?"
"Go get it. My heads hurting. Soccer's being played inside. You have legs, right? God gave you. Go get the groceries then."
"You are not going." Dean walked over to his brother clenching his fists and then smashed it right in his jaw.
"Oww... what was that for?" Sam cried. Anger building up in him.
"As if-"
Dean punched him again.
"You-"
And again. This time in the stomach
That was enough. When dean raised his hand to aim it at Sam's face again, Sam grabbed Dean's wrists and yanked them behind his back pinning him on the floor.
"Whats wrong with you, Dean?!"Sam demanded for an answer.
"As if you don't know. " Dean said as he rammed his knee in Sam's back and rolled over the younger Winchester.
"You filthy piece of junk! You trusted Ruby! Drank demons blood like it was beer! Let Lucifer out to end this fucking world! And then you ask why I am doing this?! Sam it was you! You are the monster because of who the world will end! You brought the Apocalypse, Sam! You are nothing but a freak! A monster! AND FOR LETTING ME DOWN YOU ARE GONNA GET IT SAM AND NOTHING IS A BETTER PUNISHMENT THAN HAVE YOU BEATEN EVERYDAY! BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU WORTH SAM! YOU ARE WORTH DEATH! YOU SHOULD DIE SAM!" Dean yelled. Sam's grip loosened on Dean's biceps.
"De-"
"Shut up Sam!"
Sam stared at his brother.
The brother who swore to keep him safe. Safe from everything that threatened him. Even death. That same brother was now saying Sam should die and that too by DEAN'S hands? Why had Dean changed and that too over night? And SOO much?
What the hell was on?!
A/N- guys hope you like it! please please please review. Sorry if not long chapt. but couldn't think much