Set during: All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2 (Season 2)
I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. If I did, they would have been sent to hell long before now. I am hooked; this is my first fanfic attempt.
Part of Sam was raging, boiling; the yellow eyed demon may have been dead, but the evil inside Sam was only sleeping and right now it stirred as he faced Dean.
"A year?"
"Anything would have been worth it to get you back."
"No it wouldn't!" Sam snapped, pushing himself off of where he had been leaning on the car. "I don't want you sacrificing yourself for me!" He sighed, abruptly shaking his head to stop the onset of tears, his soft hair brushing lightly across his forehead. "What happened to the dead staying dead, Dean?"
"What can I say?" Quipped Dean, light-heartedly, "I'm a rule breaker Sammy."
Sam stepped forward and looked down into his brother's eyes. "But why?"
"Oh come on, dude, do I have to say it? Can't we just insinuate it and move on before someone books us for Oprah?"
Sam placed his hands at the top of Dean's arms, his fingers just falling short of the other boy's shoulders. Dean glanced down at one of them then back up at Sam, raising his eyebrows questioningly.
"If it's the last thing I do," Sam said, increasing his grip and shaking Dean slightly, then bending his knees gently to look his brother full on in the eyes, "I will save you."
"That's not your job, Sammy."
"Yeah," He responded, removing one hand to slap it playfully against Dean's cheek, then leaving it to rest there, "It is."
"You do know you're freaking me out, right?"
"I'm trying to thank you, in a round-about, how could you be so stupid kind of way."
Dean smirked before Sam fell forward and rested his forehead on his brother's.
"You complete jerk." He sighed, now grasping Dean's face with both hands.
"Bitch." Was the automatic reply, as expected.
What was not expected was Sam roughly pulling Dean up towards him and kissing him hard on the mouth. In horror and shock Dean threw him off.
"What the hell, dude?"
Both brothers stood there, breathing heavily. Behind Sam's eyes the darkness began to uncoil.
Sam was alive, he was back by his side; and Dean would do anything to keep him there. Finally he shrugged and broke the silence.
"Well, I guess I'm damned anyway." He stated, defeatedly, then moved to trickle his fingers around Sam's waist before finding his lips again. The taller boy pressed him hard against the car trapping the older boy's body with his own and exploring his mouth with an over eager tongue.
Damn, Dean thought, going to hell never felt so good.
A little way off Bobby was trying not to be sick. Ellen swung her hand in front of his face, palm up:
"You owe me fifty bucks." She said.