Hello readers...The quote below is a random quote I heard from a friend. Not sure where she got it from. While working on my other spn stories I thought I would treat you guys to a little brotherly love one-shot :) enjoy!
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Crimson red on porcelain
just for a minute I don't feel dead
it's been a while my silver friend
But I knew I could count on you in the end.
"Dean! DEAN! Let me in now!" Sam screamed as his fists thudded against the bathroom door, his adolescent muscles straining as he pushed his body against the oak barrier.
"Open the fucking door!"
"No Sammy, go away." Dean replied quietly, his voice suffocated by tears, fumbling with the gun in his hand. His back was slack against the cold porcelain of the bathtub, his legs spread out on the bathroom tile.
Chugging amber liquid from a glass bottle, Dean dug in his pockets, pulling out bullets with his shaking fingers, loading his gun.
Sam rammed his body into the door, the wooden jamb starting to splinter. Dean raised the gun to his chin, letting the tip of the barrel rest on his jaw.
"Go away Sammy, please." Dean sobbed, his body numb.
"No, Dean-Dean, please." Sam cried, his entire body shaking, slamming against the door. "You can't leave me. I need you." Sam rammed the door once more, separating it from its hinges; he slid through the small opening, springing at his brother to wrestle the firearm from his grip, pinning him to the floor.
"No Sammy, give it back. Give it back!" Dean mumbled drunkenly, tears cascading down his face, struggling under Sam's weight.
"I can't Dean," Sam replied, crying, "I need you. I need you here with me. You can't-you can't go."
Dean stopped grappling against Sam and looked into his brother's eyes, defeated he let his head fall against the floor.
"I'm sorry Sammy. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It's okay." Sam cooed, crawling off his brother and leaning against the bathtub, be dragged Dean's sobbing body onto his chest, rubbing his hair.
"Don't tell Dad, Sammy, please don't tell him." Dean cried into Sam's chest, clutching at his worn t-shirt, barely conscious.
"I won't."
"Please don't tell him." Dean whispered one last time, drifting into his slumber.