Shoot Me
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Summary: Dean had come to realize that Sam has turned. Now he has to kill him. Sam knows and he wants Dean to kill him. Dean pulls out the gun and shoots... Or does he?
Dean looked at Sam, a pained, puzzled look on his face. Why did it have to be this way? Why did Sam have to turn into the something that they hoped he wouldn't have become? Why was the word flitting it's way across Dean's mind. Why? A stupid word. A question. Dean knew part of the answer. Because that's what Sam is meant to be. But then, again, WHY? WHY does it have to be this way? WHY did everything have to go wrong? WHY do I have to kill him? Dean felt useless, like he hadn't protected his brother. It didn't have to be this way Dean. You could have stopped it. Dean blamed himself, and that's why Dean had the gun in his hand right now.
"Sam." Dean looked at his brother, his voice shaky.
"Yeah Dean?" Sam looked up from his computer, wanting to know what Dean had to say.
"You-you...You've changed Sammy." Dean said, taking his gun in his right hand. Sam looked at him, and shot him a questioning look that said, What in the name of god are you talking about?
"You know what I'm talking about Sammy." Dean said, averting his eyes away from one of the 2 last standing Winchesters. It all became clear to Sam when he saw Dean look away. And Sam couldn't help but think, have I changed? Sam trusted Dean though, as well as his judgment.
"Your sure Dean?" Sam asked, standing up.
"I'm sure." Dean said, moving closer.
"Then shoot me." Sam said, opening his arms.
"Okay." Dean said, tears in his eyes.
"I'm going to miss you Dean." Sam said, his voice breaking.
"I'm gonna miss you too Sam. Heck, I'll see you in a couple months. I'm sorry to say that your going to beat me there." Dean said, and cocked his gun. Dean took aim. He then shot the gun, only, the shot didn't hit Sam. It hit the motel ceiling. Sam looked at Dean and said,
"Shoot me Dean!"
"I can't Sammy." Dean said, lowering his gun.
"Dean, you have to! You promised Dad!" Sam was yelling now.
"No. I don't Sam. Because you haven't turned. I was simply proving a point. Do you see how crazy this is? Do you see? YOU couldn't even tell. You didn't even care. You knew you hadn't turned, but you were going to let me shoot you anyway! You can't do that Sam! God, can you see now? You didn't even do anything and I was going to shoot you like a rat in a barn." Dean said this all in one breath, but Sam understood every word.
And as Dean burst out of the motel, Sam was only left with a tidal wave of confusion, hurt and understanding wash over him, like the tide on the beach.