This was my first fan fiction and was previously posted to Facebook.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean, I just borrow them sometimes.
Memories of you...
Chapter 1
"Well, another evil bitch, er, witch bites the dust" Dean says as he places his duffle on the back seat. "You okay over there? You took a couple of knocks."
"Yeah, I'm good" Sam replies, leaning against the Impala inspecting the gash across his right hand.
"You want?" Dean ask, holding up the first aid kit.
"Nah, lets just head back to the motel. A shower, food and some sleep and I'll be good to go. Besides you copped a few yourself" Sam replies, pointing to the blood slowly seeping from a wound on Deans forehead before dropping into his seat.
Dean wiped away the blood with his sleeve as he climbed into his Baby. Sam settled in and rests his head against the back of the seat with a sigh and closes his eyes. It has been a busy couple of weeks and the motel is still an hour away. Dean pulls out onto the road and glances over at his brother.
"You sure you're okay?" He asks.
"I'm fine Dean, quit worrying."
"Alright, just asking, besides it's my job as your amazing big brother to worry about you." Dean replies with a smirk. This, at least, gets a chuckle from Sam.
Dean keeps the volume low as he drives toward their home for the night hoping Sam might get a few extra minutes rest. About 20 minutes into the drive his brother stirs. Looking over he sees Sam examining his hand again, face hidden by a curtain of hair.
"Sam?"
Dean gets no reply but over the low music filling the car he hears his brother sniffling and something that suspiciously sounds like a whimper.
"Sam," Dean tries again, "something wrong?"
"I gots a bloods" Sam replies softly.
"What?" Dean risks taking his eyes from the road to look at his brother.
"I gots a bloods" Sam turns towards his brother.
"'A bloods'?"
Sam looks at his brother, holding out his injured hand, eyes filled with tears. His eyes widen.
"Dean! You gots a bloods too!" Sam scrambled onto the seat trying to touch the still oozing cut on Deans forehead.
"Sam! Cut it out!" Dean says slapping Sams hands away while trying to keep the car on the road.
Sam sits back letting out a sob, tears finally breaking free and trailing down his cheeks.
"Ah shit!" Dean exclaims as he pulls the Impala safely to the side of the road. Shutting down the engine he turns and looks at his younger brother again. Tears still leaking, Sam slowly holds out his hand again.
"Hurts" is all he says.
Dean sighs and leans over the seat to retrieve the first aid kit. He then gets out and goes around to his brothers side and opens the door. Crouching down he gently touches Sams shoulder to get him to turn in his seat so Dean could tend to his wounded hand.
"It's okay Sammy, let's take care of your 'bloods'" Dean says softly with a smile. Sam opens his hand and Dean gently begins to clean the wound, covering it with a sterile pad and wrapping it with a bandage.
"There all done."
Sam held out his open palm.
"Kiss?" He asked hopefully. Dean leans over and places a quick kiss to the bandage. He sits back and studies his brother, thinking.
"Hey Sam?" Dean asks his brother who was closely examining his bandage,"Sammy!" Sam stops poking at the wrapping and looks up at his brother. "How old are you?"
"I'm four!" Sam states confidently. Deans smiles. Sam was always clever and rarely did the 'this many' thing with his fingers after he turned three and Dean had taught him to count. Dean narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if his brother was playing a prank on him. Only one way to test and he silently prayed for forgiveness for what he was about to do to.
Looking into Sams eyes Dean drew a deep breath and asked,
"Do you know where Dad is?"
Sams eyes wandered a bit before he shook his head.
"Okay, what about Charlie? Do you remember Charlie?"
Again Sam looked at his brother and shook his head,
"Who's he?"
Okay, time to bring out the big guns. Dean thought. Forgive me.
"Sam, what about Jessica? Do you know Jessica?"
Dean studied Sam closely. Not a flicker of the usual pain Jessica's name always brought to Sams face, not so much a flinch.
'Gotta be a curse' Dean thought trying to figure out the best course of action. He knew the witch was dead but somehow she must have planted a hex bag somewhere on Sam.
"Now you." Sam's voice broke Dean from his thoughts.
"Huh?"
Sam points to his brothers head.
"Gots to fix you now" he says reaching into the kit, pulling out a large bandaid. With the determined concentration of a child, Sam tries to open the packaging. Dean watches as his brother struggles with the wrapping. Normally dexterous fingers fumbling to tear it open, Dean had to restrain himself from stepping in and taking over. Sam had always insisted on doing things himself. Finally he got the package open and looked up at his brother, holding the bandaid out. Dean smiles and leaned closer so Sam could apply the sticky bandage. Sam gently stuck the bandaid to Deans head with all the concentration of a four-year-old, complete with tongue sticking out the side of his mouth. He gently pressed it down and then leaned over and placed a kiss on his brothers head.
"Fixed!" Sam exclaimed as he sat back with a proud smile on his face.
"Thanks Sammy, I feel much better. Hey, let's play a game!" Dean says with a wide smile.
Sams sits up in his seat.
"A game?" Sam asks hopefully.
"Yeah, let's play scarecrow." Dean says standing and stepping away from the car so his brother could join him on the roadside.
"How do's we play scarecrow?"
"Just like this" Dean replied placing his feet shoulder width apart and spreading his arms out to the side, "it's easy."
Sam stood up and mimicked his brothers actions.
"That's it Sammy. Now you hold still and I'm going to pat you down. You have to stay very still and don't move." Dean instructed sternly "let's see how long you last before you laugh."
"I's gonna win!" Sam stated with childish delight.
"I think you just might." Dean replied.
Dean began searching his brother for the hex bag he knew had to be hidden somewhere on his person. He checked all Sams pockets first, then thoroughly made his way along his arms. Sam squirmed and giggled when Dean checked his armpits.
"Tickles!" Sam exclaims.
"Sorry bro, but you are doing a fantastic job. Not long now. Definitely think you are going to win."
Dean checked Sams legs last and sat back with a defeated sigh when he came up with no hex bag.
"Did I win?" Sam asked hopefully.
Looking up at his brother Dean forced a smile.
"You sure did!" He said brightly.
"What do I's get for winning?"
"Bragging rights" Dean states as he stood. Taking in the confused look in his brothers face he shook his head and gently patted his brother on the back, "Never mind, I'll think of something. Now how about we go back to the motel?" Gently pushing his brother toward the open passenger door. Sam looked at it doubtfully.
"What now?" Dean asked. This whole situation was starting to wear him down.
"Daddy says I's can't sits in the front. I's still too little."
"That's okay Sammy. You won the game so this is your prize."
Sam looked at his brother with a big grin then turned and climbed into his seat. Dean got back into the drivers position and started the car. Looking at his brother, who was bouncing in his seat like a toddler on a sugar rush, Dean smiled and leaned across his body.
"You gotta put you seat belt on though. Safety first!"
With his brother safely strapped in Dean pulled back out onto the road and began the drive toward the motel.
