Hey all! I've returned and I'm giving my best shot at a supernatural fic. This shouldn't be too long of a story… probably 3 chapters at most but I love super and can see myself writing more. Anyways this is my view of what would have happened after s02e10- The Hunted. Tell me what you think?
Sam couldn't contain the relieved laugh now that it was all over. The lights of the various cop's cars shining enough light that he could still see the hate and fury on Gordon's face. "And that's why you don't mess with the Winchesters. Right Dean?" He said as he turned to his big brother.
Dean rolled his eyes at his baby brother. God, the kid wouldn't even kill the bastard trying to murder him and he was going to become the next Hitler, sure. Man he loved the little bitch. "You're a fine, upstanding citizen, Sam."
Sam laughed and playfully slugged Dean's arm. "Yeah, one that totally saved your ass."
Dean's eyes narrowed as he thought back to what lead to his capture. "Excuse me, but the only reason you needed to 'save' me was because I prevented Gordon from putting a hole in your fool head back at that motel. Running away? Seriously Sam, what the hell were you thinking?" He snapped, getting truly angry now that he knew his brother was ok.
Sam flinched slightly. He had actually forgotten that he was going to be in trouble for sneaking off. So much had happened, with him finding Ava, getting shot at and saving Dean, that his solo quest for answers had actually slipped his mind. "Uh, right. Well about that. I know it was stupid but I was going to come back eventually and."
"Oh shut it." Dean interrupted. "We'll deal with it later. First, we have to get back to civilization and then you are going to let me treat your injuries." With that he stood up and held out a hand to help Sammy to his feet. He watched the emotions flicker across his brother's face, reading as Sam decided to hold off his argument for now and cooperate – good choice- before hauling the kid upright. Sam grudgingly gave him the keys to the car he'd stolen and Dean ushered him towards it.
When they got to Sam's motel, Sam got out and headed towards his room but was stopped by a firm grip on his collar. "Whoa there Tiger. In case you forgot, you left that room after getting shot at… can't just go waltzing back in. We are only here for my baby."
Sam flushed embarrassed at making such an amateur mistake. "Right, must have slipped my mind. It's been a long day."
Dean studied Sam carefully. "You ok man? Headache, dizziness? You did get your head knocked around pretty badly."
Sam scoffed and knocked his brothers hand away. "Yes Mom, I'm fine. No concussion, promise. Lets just get the hell out of this town." Dean followed, trusting his little brothers judgment on this, since neither of them were strangers to concussions after all.
It was a good two hours later when Dean decided they were far enough away to stop for the night. He looked over at his sleeping brother and felt another rush of relief. It had been rough the last few nights without Sam's familiar presence. They had reminded him of those long years when Sam was at Stanford. It had killed him being apart, never knowing if Sam was safe, or happy or needing him. Dean shuddered at the memory before shaking his brother awake and guiding him into their room.
"Alright, hit the showers, I'll bandage you up and we'll hit the hay." Dean ordered, dropping his bag on the bed closest to the door like usual.
Sam yawned tiredly. "Think you forgot something there jerk. Got to bandage you up too."
"Don't worry bout me. Just some nice bruises." Dean said shrugging off his own injuries. He'd had worse, way worse over the years. Sam stared back at his brother petulantly until Dean sighed and grinned good-naturedly. "Fine, after I've finished with you and showered, you can check me over… that is if you are still awake, sleeping beauty. Now move it, you reek."
Sam bit back his own grin and slipped into the bathroom, he had missed his brother and the sense of safety Dean exuded just by breathing. In the shower, Sam carefully washed off the dirt and blood, mentally cataloguing his injuries and finding them minimal. He knew that wouldn't stop Dean from fussing over him tonight, and they definitely wouldn't prevent him from tanning his backside tomorrow for his disappearing act. Though his body ached, Sam knew that he would sleep better that night then he had for days… Dean was near.