A/N: This is my first Supernatural fic; my first fic in general actually. I don't have a beta so all mistakes are my own. Leave any and all constructive criticism in a review and I'll fix whatever may be the problem. General Season 2 spoilers! With that said, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Well, nothing to do with Supernatural at least.
Two Well Acquainted Friends
Being in a hybrid demon's hold was not all that it was cracked up to be. Especially when the two halves that make the whole are fear and guilt. Two friends that Sam had become well acquainted with over the years. Guilt over leaving for college and leaving Dean. Guilt over Mom and Jess's deaths. Fear over the yellow eyed demon and his plan. Fear of going dark-side and of Dean not fulfilling his promise.
Those were the demons favorites to bring to the surface and play a slideshow of memories across his closed eyelids to accompany them. One prominent feature in every memory shown was Dean. Dean's love and protection that no matter what would always come through for Sam. No matter how many times he left or sliced into him with his words or actions, Dean would always try to save his Sammy.
Dean would always try to save him. This was the thought that scared Sam the most. And so Sam came to a decision and prayed that Dean would be okay and one day forgive him.
Knowing that Dean would never kill him no matter what he may have promised, Sam just gave up. And as the demon paused, relishing his victory over the youngest Winchester, Dean arrived in his blaze of glory and made quick work of the demon that had dared to kidnap his little brother. After checking to make sure it was really dead, Dean gave Sam a once over to sure he was okay and Sam turned on his smile.
His my-brother-just-kicked-that-things-ass-and-why-didn't-you-get-here-earlier smile while on the inside he was breaking.
