My Brother
By
Nicole
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural I just own the plot.
Summary: Dean watches as Sam sleeps and starts to think about how much Sam means to him and how he would do anything to keep him safe.
My Brother
Sam and Dean Winchester had checked into a hotel for the night. Both young men were exhausted from the big fight against the demon, but both glad that it was finally done. Dean sat on the bed and watched as Sam laid down and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Dean smiled as he stared at his younger brother's sleeping form. However, as he sat there, what the demon said to him about living one year came back to him. "Was it worth it? Having only a year left to spend with Sam and then that's it?" He thought. He looked over at Sam. "It's better than the alternative," he told himself. He got up and walked over to the window.
Dean watched as the moon started to go down, indicating that it was morning soon. He looked at his watch to see that it was nearly 4:00 in the morning. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked back at Sam's sleeping form. A small smile crept across his lips, he had his brother back, for once he did something right. He got his brother back, but now the problem was with having only a year left to live. Even if he and Sam didn't find a way to let him live longer, it was worth it because Sam was alive. If any good could come out of all this, it was that Sam was alive.
(Flashback)
Dean was still holding Sam's still form with tears pressing against his eyes. Bobby came running up to him. "Did you find the son of a bitch?" He asked.
"He got away," Bobby replied.
"Damn it! Sam please wake up! Please!" Dean begged.
Dean held onto his brother with tears falling down his face. "Please Sammy, don't leave me, please don't leave me Sammy," he murmured. Bobby stared at the grief stricken young man.
"Come on Dean, let's get out of here," he told him.
"Help me get him in the car."
Bobby nodded as he helped Dean get Sam into the car.
As they drove to a shack, Dean kept glancing at Sam's lifeless body in the backseat. He had one job and that was to keep Sam safe and he failed miserably. His brother was dead, his dad was dead, and his mom was dead. He had nothing left to live for. At least with Sam he had a reason to keep living and that was to keep him safe. He couldn't even do that.
Bobby helped Dean get Sam on a bed and Dean pulled up a chair, staring at his brother's lifeless form. Tears still wanting to fall down his face and he tried to act brave, but this time he realized he had nothing left. He acted brave all the time to show Sam that he wasn't afraid of anything, even though his greatest fear was losing Sam and that fear came true.
(End Flashback)
Dean shook out his daze and went into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face and looked at the cut on his head. He cleaned the cut up and went back in the room. He tossed his jacket on a chair in the room and laid back down on his bed. Dean turned on his side to still be staring into Sam's sleeping face. However, this time even though Sam was going to help him get rid of this thing of living for only a year, he was going to do his job right. He was going to make sure Sam didn't leave his sight, he refused to let anything happen to him again. Dean smiled as his eyes started to close. "Bitch," he muttered to his brother.
"Jerk," came a sleepy reply.
Dean chuckled lightly before finally falling asleep.