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Sorry Bia1007, it took some time… but here you go =) I hope you like it.
Summary: Winter in Montana… a obviously frozen pond and Sam who just wants to have some fun. Now the two Winchesters have to face the consequences.
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Diving
"Sammy..." Dean began with his best "I'm the big brother, you have to do what I say" voice.
"It's Sam…" Sam corrected for the third time, following his brother into the motel-room. "Could you please stop that?"
"Sammy… Sam… kiddo… dude…" For a moment it seemed like Dean was fighting with himself how to call his brother, while he ran from one heater to another one, turning them on. "Sammy" Dean decided, when Sam turned the first heater off, rolling his eyes.
"And again… for the millionth time… it's Sam!" The younger boy shook his head.
"Man… you could have died." Dean yelled, heading into the bathroom to fetch all towels. His voice was trembling dangerously. He didn't have much patience left.
"Calm down." Sam gritted his teeth to keep them from chattering. "I'm fine." He was still following Dean, watching the older Winchester. "Dean…" Sam moaned, when his brother prepared hot water for tee.
"Shut up… change…" The eighteen year old ordered tossing fresh, dry clothes at his younger brother, his finger pointing at the bathroom.
Sam obeyed immediately, not having expected Dean to raise his voice.
Dean huffed, before he changed into dry clothes, too.
"Sorry man, I didn't want to shout at you." Dean gripped the blanket from his bed and a towel when the thirteen year old kid came out again, dressed in a thick, dark blue hoodie and some worn-out trousers. Sam nodded, when he sat down on the couch, accepting the apologize, while Dean tried to dry Sam's hair with the towel. "You freaked me out, dude…" The blanket was tucked around the younger boys shoulders, although Dean never stopped the movements of the towel.
"Nothing happened." Sam defended himself, still trembling.
"You sure?" And again he was yelling, pinching Sam's left arm lightly.
"Ouch…" The pain shot tears into Sam's eyes. "Stop that." Trying to bat Dean's hands away, Sam realized that he was probably more hurt than he let on.
"I've thought so… so shut up." Dean released the arm, gently brushing his hand against the sore spot. His voice was calm again, but fear and anger was still radiating. Sam knew better than to fight him right now.
"Sorry…" Sam let his head fall
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Flashback
"Sam… I don't think we should do that." Carolina stated. "I live here all my life… that pond never had been frozen… I don't think we should walk on it."
"Caro… come on… look… it's frozen." Sam rammed his heel into the ice Nothing happened. "You see? Come on… It's fun to slide a bit…"
"You're brother will be here in a few minutes… he won't like seeing you on the ice." The girl tried to keep her friend from going onto he ice.
"I tell you what… he's gonna join us…" Sam smiled smugly. He knew he was talking shit, but he wanted to have some fun, with Caro… imagining to hold her hand on the ice was just too tempting.
"Okay…" The girl gave in, making Sam smile. Immediately the boy ran forward, towards the middle of the pond, when the ice suddenly creaked.
"SAM" Was the last thing he heard and a stinging pain in his arm the last thing he felt, before the cold water embraced him.
End Flashback
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"Sammy?" Dean kneeled in front of his brother, his hand's on Sam's knees. "You okay?"
"It was so cold…" Sam whispered, absorbing strength from his brother.
"Yeah… we've already had warmer baths." Dean nodded, trying to brighten Sam's mood. "I'm just glad that I arrived just in time…" The older Winchester didn't want to think about the other scenarios, instead he stood up again, patting Sam's head when he passed, to fetch the tee.
Sam cupped his left arm into his right hand. Ouch.
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Flashback
The cold water was shocking, like daggers to his skin.
His arm made a funny sound, when he tried to get a hold on the ice… but he couldn't… The ice broke again.
He couldn't breath anymore…
His head hurt.
Ironic, huh? Fighting monsters and dying in water… pretty natural… right?
Dean… His brother's gonna be mad… but why should he care…
NO AIR
'Dean wont be mad' A voice in his head told him. 'He's gonna kill himself because of loosing you.'
No… Dean's strong… he's gonna be okay…
COLD
'He won't be!' The voice sounded like Dean.
COLD… ICE….
Help…
Dad…
Dean…
Help me Dean…
End Flashback
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"Dean… " Sam murmured and Dean was on his side, titling his head and setting the tee onto the table.
"I remember drowning…" Sam stated matter of factly, though his eyes gave his pain and fear away.
Dean didn't say anything, but sat down beside his little brother, tucking the blanket closer around Sam, leaving his arm around his brother's shoulder a little longer than necessary and stayed close.
"What have you thought Sammy?" Dean asked, quietly, chewing his lip. He didn't want to sound mad, but the disappointment in his voice was even worse for the youngest Winchester.
"It seemed frozen…" Sam whispered, hugging his blanketed knees.
"You've been stupid!" Dean gritted his teeth… He didn't want to be like their dad… Sam was scared anyway, he really didn't need somebody to shout at him.
"Dean… I'm…" Sam trembled again, when Dean let go .
"Don't apologize…" Dean mumbled grabbing Sam's left arm. The boys seemed warmed up now… well enough to expose the arm to take care of injuries.
"Are you okay?" Sam eyed Dean's weary eyes, laying his forearm in his brother's gentle grip.
"I'm…" Dean looked up from the arm, right into his brother's eyes. Sam's damp hair stuck to his forehead, his nose red, like his eyes. He looked sick… but alive. Dean could feel Sam's cal breath in his short, already dried hair. Sam was okay… "I'm okay…" Dean tossed his brother a fake smile. It would take some time till he would recover.
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Flashback
"Sam…" Dean yelled, not thinking at all, when he shrugged out of his heavy jacket, leaving it in the snow when he ran towards the water. He didn't really pay attention to the crying girl, or to the coldness when he jumped into the water.
Sam wasn't struggling when Dean fisted his little brother's jacket, immediately getting to the surface again, hugging Sam to his chest.
He made a mental note to thank Bobby and Caleb that they were diving in frozen water with him one year before.
"Is he okay?" The girl asked, rushing over when Dean came out of the water, Sam laying in his arms.
Dean chose to ignore the girl, wrapping his little brother into his jacket, his own teeth chattering, when he kneeled down in the snow. "Sammy… Sammy…" Worriedly Dean brushed Sam's hair back. "Please Sammy…"
"I'ssam…" Sam fisted Dean's arm, laying his forehead against his older brother's chest.
Dean shook his head, before he scooped Sam up again and dragged him to the Impala.
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"Honestly… Sammy… I'm not too good." Dean confessed, releasing the arm again before he dropped it around Sam's shoulder, pulling him close. Just for the heat. Really…
Sam nodded… knowing the truth anyway. "Next time we're in Montana, I hope it's summer." He yawned, dropping his head onto Dean's shoulder.
"Me, too, Sammy… Me too… Sammy" Dean got more comfortable, closing his eyes.
"It's…" Sam started, already about to fall asleep. "Forget it."
Sammy was okay…
For now…
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