Ficlet: Three Things Sam Winchester Never Knew About His Brother and One Thing He Did
Author: sandymg
Summary: Three things Sam Winchester never knew about Dean and one thing he did
Spoilers: Through S05x22 Swan Song
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. They belong to the CW and Eric Kripke – who'd best treat them well
A/N: Written for the Live Journal Canon Quotes Comment!fic Meme at spnquotefic. Prompt (quote from Home S01X09): DEAN: And then I carried you out the front door. SAM: You did? DEAN: Yeah. What, you never knew that? SAM: No.

Three Things Sam Winchester Never Knew About His Brother and One Thing He Did

I

Chef Boyardee made two kinds of ravioli: cheese and meat. Dad always bought the cheese. It was Dad's favorite, it was Sammy's favorite and Dean? Well, it was food and it was Sam's favorite.

II

Dean really liked Katie Kornmeal. Not necessarily for the reasons Dean normally liked a girl. She didn't have big breasts and she didn't have full lips and she didn't have long dark hair. She did have a little sister who she had to pick up from middle school right after classes ended and they'd end up dashing up the block together to make the other school in time and once their eyes met and rolled at just the same time and … Dean really liked Katie Kornmeal.

III

"Sam?"

"Dean? Why you … you been drinking?"

"Yeah. Some. Just … 'S nothing. I … um … gonna go now."

"Who you talking to?"

Dean looks up at his Dad. "No one."

"Okay. Sit still while I take care of this." His dad pulls the torn jagged edges of his flesh together and pulls the needle through. Dean flinches. "I'm sorry. Am I hurting you?"

Dean stares at the discarded phone on the motel bed. "No."

IV

Lucifer rages, he roars, he spews venom and blood and filth.

He hates.

Sam watches dispassionately. They have forever. Even the devil's temper tantrum has to end one day.

"It's your brother. Nosy, useless, human that just couldn't stop sticking himself where he didn't belong. Should have killed him. Should have plastered his brains all over that damn car. Should have fed him his guts and shoved them down his gullet. Should have made him stare into your eyes as we ripped every limb from his body in slow agonizing pulls. Should have made him fucking leave!"

Sam usually doesn't say much. But this time he quietly murmurs. "Nothing would have made him leave."

Lucifer howls long and guttural into the endless gray mist until the sound reverberates the very gates of Hell and the winds of the Earth moan deep and dark that night.

fin