Just the two of Us

by Serena Hell

Again the ways of the Winchesters are separated. A fight cause of Dean let them not speak over or with each other. That works until Bobby decides to help them. But there's a secret in Dean that he even took down to hell without anybody knowing. With the help of the Angel Bobby tries everything to bring his boys back together. But nobody could see what would happen. (Wincest)

1. Prolog

Good Evening,

so that's my first try of translation from german to English. I haven't used copy-paste for the document by google translator and hope that the program does not change anything in wrong terms. Or wrong times. When it's too bad please say me and I try to learn from the mistakes and re-translate it. After the formals:

This isn't a little story, I finished it with 62 chapters and posted until chapter 28 in german. Hope you like it and give me review with your opinion.

Greetings

Serena Hell

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There lies his older brother. Nowhere was blood or any sign of hurt. He couldn't believe how weak the other Winchester looked as he glanced around the room and recognized him like thousands of times before. How could Dean let this go so far? Where were the screams of hate like Sam has expected?

"Sammy", Dean muttered. Overwhelmed by this unknown situation he doesn't know what to do. Looked to his older brother that laid on a king size bed without moving. He has expected a lot more demons and not a giving up Dean.

But even with all this he almost runs to his brother.

He already checking him with glances but can't saw anything except the tired in Dean's eyes. The pain that has come trough this necklace couldn't just hit him. That's the only thing he's understanding. Even now the limbs rattled quietly as he minimized the space to his older brother.

„Not", Dean breathed as Sam extended his hands to him. It hurt him a bit as Dean turned away. Why his brother wouldn't allow him to touch? Even when they don't do it often he has never turned away from him. What the demons had done to him?

„Go, Sammy. It's almost over", his brother whispered as it could help. Dean must know him better!

„I bring you out of here", he managed to say, „As soon you're it again we kill them death." Softly he lies a hand on his brother's forearm. Dean wasn't flinching away what could be a good sign. He hoped so. They are no visible wounds but there was a dark circle on the shirt Deans wearing. Not blood but nothing he could name right now. This bond or necklaces, however, it was called, was dark. It looked like a part of it was ripped out. Not completed but far more than he wanted it. A separation would kill the older Winchester.

„Sammy, let it. They helped mine. They couldn't do anything without my permission." With flattered eyelids, Deans looked more intensives to him than a half dead should be. The dark green was full of emotion. More than he had seen in years.

„Why", he muttered. He's asking even though he already understood. As the angel explains to him what Dean want to do, he had understood. They know each other to good. Deans motives are good but he isn't going to allow this. He can't live without him. He didn't want to.

„It wouldn't feel like this anymore." His brother's voice was nothing more than a breath. Tears that he didn't want to feel swim in his eyes. Not again. He wouldn't lose him again. He took Deans hand as he prevented over the older.

„Without you, I wouldn't be happy, Dee", he's muttered, his lips only inches away from the others, „I'm not going to let you die. Not now." The smell of blood, sweat, and fear lied in the air. But also there was the oil from shotguns, the track of the impalas leather and something that only belongs to his brother. A trusted smell. Softly he stroked over the cold cheek.

„Let go, Sammy. You can be free." Yes, that was an option. Freedom from something that was wrong and sick. Freedom from something that basically brought them to this situation. To everything bad, that had to happen to the world. It hurts him when they fought. But it was unique. Special. It belonged to them.

„Doesn't matter". He looked deep in this familiar eyes, searching for the spark of life. The spark of a fight. He saw hope that disappeared faster than he expected.

„Too late. It's almost over."

They said this sentence too often as that he would think about it. They are the Winchesters! Anger crawled up in him. It doesn't matter if they relation is sick. It doesn't matter if they find each other in a higher step than before. It doesn't matter if the fiction shipping could really be their life. It was right for them.

Why couldn't he saw this before? A few days ago he wouldn't hate himself for this thoughts. It has needed an angel, they foster father, a kidnapping and a lot more crap to bring him here.

Maybe this all wouldn't happen when he had seen it in the first place.

TBC