Loyalty

By Almost Heaven

Rating K+ for mild language and some Sammy whampage

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them but I would make a deal with the crossroad demon to borrow them for a wee bit. No really. I would. No? Sigh. Fine. So I'll have to pretend then.

Summary: Impalas are not meant to be parked in houses, what happens when the boys have to get the car out of the Welsh house in Pilot. Brotherly bonding and mild hurt!Sam ensue.

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"I'll tell you another thing, if you screwed up my car, I'll kill you."

Sam shook his head and smiled slightly, one hand rubbing lightly at his chest. His brother's slap at his chest had smarted. He wasn't looking forward to seeing what this looked like in a few hours. It was probably going to bruise like crazy. Explaining this to Jess would require lying to her again. He really hated lying to her. Sam walked over to the car where Dean was looking at the tires and frowning. "I'm sorry Dean. It seemed like the quickest way to get her off me. I just knew she did not want to be in the house. The fact she committed suicide so far away and kept killing men after they picked her up as a hitchhiker said to me she didn't want to come back here. She didn't even care that I had never been unfaithful. She was just going to kill me."

"I know, Sammy. I know." Dean says as he stood back up. He glanced at his little brother, taking in the guilty expression and the hand still rubbing at his chest. His baby brother might be more injured than he had originally thought. He felt a little guilty for the slap on his chest but Sam had seemed okay and his damn car was in a house for crying out loud. "You okay, little brother?"

"It's Sam. Yeah, I'm fine. So are we going to push it out or do you want to try to back it up?" Sam asks as he noticed his hand at his chest and self-consciously dropped it to his side.

Dean would not drop this if he didn't stop fidgeting. He walked over to the front of the car. Putting both hands on the hood, he gave it an experimental little push. The car rocked slightly back and forth. Neither man noticed the small clouds of dust that rose from the baseboards and the air vent in the corner of the room.

"I think I can just back her up. You just follow in front and let me know if you see anything weird like a tire going flat or something, okay?" Dean asks, well, more like orders, thought Sam, as he climbed in the passenger side and slid over to get behind the wheel. Dean started up the engine and slowly backed up the car. Just as the rear tires cleared the porch there was an ominous cracking sound that reverberated through the floor. Sam and Dean looked at each other with a "oh crap, that isn't what I think it was, was it?" look. Then Sam disappeared in a large cloud of dirt and dust. Dean scrambled out of the car and rushed into the house. But there was no Sam to be seen in the starlit gloom of the Welsh house. Just a gaping hole in the hallway floor.

"SAMMY!"

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