Title: A Separate Peace
Author: Stolen Childe
Characters: Sam, Dean, Adam
Rating: PG
Warning: Nothing really aside from spoilers for 5x18
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all characters associated with it do not belong to be. I'm just playing with them.
Word Count: 365
Summary: Realizations and a return to brotherhood.
Notes: This seems to be in vogue right now and I had to write one as well. This is actually my first completed and posted SPN fic. I wrote this almost immediately after I saw the episode. Realized I hadn't posted it here and decided to.
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A Separate Peace
It was an odd feeling... Sam almost thought he had lost him. After all the shit they've been through, all the screw-ups and the apologies Sam's world fell with a simple 'yes.' He didn't even try to hide his emotions. He felt his face fall and his eyes widen and his heart fall to his stomach. He just stood staring and hating Dean a little at that moment and then he saw that wink. That old familiar wink don't worry little brother, I got your back. With that miniscule, fraction of a movement Dean was back. He saw that light flash in Dean's eyes as he stabbed Zachariah and watched him burn. Michael would not be visiting them today.
There wasn't really any time to celebrate though, both he and Adam were being ripped apart from the inside out and the building was crumbling around them. Adam was up first, hobbling over towards him at the uninjured Dean's back. He felt his brother scoop him up and he rested on the strong shoulders and together they left the room. Together. But his heart plunged once more as they both heard the shout from behind... A sickeningly familiar noise...
"Dean... help me!" Adam's muffled voice barely penetrated the crumbling walls of the little ramshackle shed. Dean... as always... rushed to the rescue for his little brother... baby brother in this case. He tried the knob and burned his hand every time but kept trying.
Just kick it in. Sam thought wildly as he watched.
Finally the horrible angelic light faded and Dean opened the door to find a ramshackle interior to go with the facade of the shack. Sam knew without asking that both of them felt sick.
They walked quietly to the car, sitting that way for a moment before they took their lives back. Be it him or Dean running off they always came back to this moment. Quiet in the car. This time though it was different. This time though it was actually okay... as it hadn't been in nearly three years. Sam even laughed a little and Dean smiled if only slightly.
I got your back little brother. We'll do this thing.
