Warmth in the Winter
Chapter one:
I don't own this story, the characters, setting, or anything.
{The Quotes will never have anything to actually do with the story, they are just there}
Quote: We can't all be superheroes; someone has to sit on the curb and clap as they walk by.
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I AM ONLY GOING TO POST THE CHORUS OR MAIN PARTS OF SONGS WHILE POSTING LYRICS, I WILL PUT THE NAME OF THE SONG AND AUTHOR AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER! FLASH BACKS WILL BE IN THESE STORIES, I WILL MAKE IT OBVIOUSE TO MAKE FLASHBACKS AND PRESENT DAY APART THOUGH.
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Dean and Sam both quickly got into the Impala and Dean sighed in exhaustion but let his head loll to the right and he smiled lazily at Sam.
Sam laughed and Dean started the car and began driving in peaceful silence.
"Hey, can I play around with the radio?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"Sure, but don't mess up my presets or I'll shoot you." Dean warned.
They both knew it was an empty threat, the worst that would happen is Dean would get him back by doing something much, much worse.
Sam smiled a big toothy grin before turning to the radio and slowly tuning through the stations.
He jerked to a stop suddenly and slowly began turning it back.
Both boys' eyes widened slightly in shock at the song that was playing but Dean quickly shut the radio off and sat stiffly behind the wheel as they drove.
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~ FLASHBACK ~
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"Come on Sammy, it's not that hard, sit down and we'll do it together." Dean soothed standing up and reaching his hand out for his frustrated brother's.
Sam had angry tears in his eyes and he turned around letting them slide down his cheeks.
"I can't do it! I'm stupid! I'm never going to be able to do anything!" Sam yelled wiping at his face quickly.
Dean quickly walked to his brother and hugged him to his chest making shushing noises.
"Relax, I know it's hard, just take deep breaths. You're not stupid; you can do it, just sit down with me and let me help." He placated, guiding his brother back to the small wood table and sitting him down in a chair.
"Smart kids don't need help from their brothers though." Sam said, lower lip trembling and more tears trailing down his face.
"Shh, lots of people need help. And you're only fourteen, of course you need help. Just let me help you." He said quietly, dragging a chair right on the side of Sam's and sitting in it so their shoulders and knees were pressed tightly against each others.
Sam leaned into his brother and laid his head on his shoulder; breathing in his strong scent and relaxing instantly.
Dean wrapped his arms around Sam and watched as his younger brothers eye lids drooped and he began falling limp against him.
"Let's do this one problem then take a nap huh?" he asked quietly.
Sam nodded tiredly; his small tantrum having tired him out.
He had been trying to do some homework while there dad was on a hunt, and of course Dean had to stay behind to watch Sam; but even if he had a choice he would have chosen to stay. But Sam was having a hard time on some of the math, and him being a Winchester meant he would rather gouge his eyes out than ask for help unless it was offered first.
Dean slowly released Sam and showed him step by step how to solve the advanced Algebra Two equation. He was so proud his brother was in this class as a freshman in high school; he would never admit to him that he had done this exact course in eighth grade and blew through it easily; but he was still so proud of his brother.
As soon as Sam had completed the problem Dean helped him stand and walk to the bed before collapsing onto the bed into tears.
Dean pulled his brother shoes off then grabbed the bottoms of his pants and pulled them down.
Sam looked up, bottom lip jutting out and he wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
"Come here Sammy." Dean whispered climbing onto the bed and pulling Sam into his arms.
Sam snuggled into Deans side as he kicked his own shoes off then he pulled the covers over them both.
Sam tucked his head into the crook of Deans neck and let his eyes close and his breathing even out.
Once Dean felt Sam's breathing slow down and his body relax he softly began singing; thinking his brother was asleep.
"There there baby it's just text book stuff; it's in the ABC of growing up. Now, now darling oh don't lose your head cause none of us were angels and you know I love you yeah,
There there baby it's just text book stuff; it's in the ABC of growing up. Now, now darling oh don't kill yourself cause none of us were angels and you know I love you yeah."
Sam looked up slowly once the song was over and Dean's head snapped down in shock.
"Dean, that-"
"Shh Sammy, get some sleep, Shhh." He hushed holding Sam tighter and squeezing his eyes shut so the tears wouldn't escape.
Sam rested his head against Dean's chest this time and listened as Dean began humming the song; the vibrations, soft music, and his heart beat lulling Sam to sleep in seconds.
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~ END FLASHBACK~
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Sam cautiously turned the radio back on but lowered it and put it so it was only playing through the passenger sides speakers.
Dean's hands grasped the wheel tighter until his knuckles turned white and he held his breath as Sam listened closely to the song he had sung to him years and years ago.
He honestly couldn't believe Sam could still remember that.
As soon as the song was done and the song title was announced Sam scribbled it down on his arm in pen before rolling his sleeve back down and turning the radio off.
After five minutes of a strange but not quite tense silence Sam broke it.
"Dean, are you okay?"
Dean's hand gripped the wheel tightly again and he nodded his head slowly before shaking himself visibly and Sam sighed as he watched the mask slip over his brothers features and his smirk roll back into place.
"I was such a pussy when we were younger, god how did I keep us alive?" he asked laughing.
Sam sighed again and a frown marred his features.
"Dean, come on-"
"What? Do you want me to pull over, tell you how much I love you, then pull you into my arms and cry? That is way to chick fl-"
"Yeah Dean I do! That would be a lot better than smirking and laughing about how you kept us alive! And I don't get why you're acting like this! There isn't anything wrong!" Sam snapped frustrated.
Dean shifted in his seat, his smirk falling off of his face and he sighed.
"Sam, I had thought you were asleep, I wouldn't have sung to you if I had known you were awake; honest." Dean whispered looking straight at the road.
"You think I thought of you any less because you sang to me? You always sang to me!" Sam said confused.
"Sam, I never sang to you…" Dean said acting confused.
"You sang to me every night, and every time I was taking a nap. Hell every time I was hurt, crying, frustrated, or anything!"
Dean looked at Sam, his mouth falling open before he quickly turned back to the road.
"You were supposed to be asleep." He said as if defending himself but still weakly.
"Dean, you sang to me while I was awake to; why are you lying to yourself now?" he asked incredulously.
Dean sighed. He knew he couldn't lie to Sam, hell he even knew he used to sing to him; but, he just couldn't say it out loud.
"I, I shouldn't…"
"What? You shouldn't have sung to me? Why?" Sam demanded getting mad now.
Dean slammed on the breaks and Sam was shocked to see they were now parked in front of their motel room.
Dean grabbed his bag and jerkily made his way out of the car and into the motel room.
"Oh no you don't! You don't get to just walk away from a conversation!" Sam yelled slamming his door and running after his brother with his own bag.
Dean sank down onto his bed as Sam closed the door and dropped his own bag next to Deans on the floor.
"Well? You shouldn't have sang to me? Why?" He demanded.
"That wasn't what I was going to say!" Dean finally snapped standing up.
"Then what were you going to say? You shouldn't what?"
"I shouldn't have had to!" Dean finally yelled.
Sam leaned back on his feet, all his gusto to fight leaving him quickly.
Dean sank back onto the bed, his head in his hands.
"What?" Sam asked softly, slowly walking over towards his brother then sitting on the side of him, his arm and knee pressed to his.
"I shouldn't have been the one to sing to you, I shouldn't have been the one to tuck you in every night, or be there for you when you were hurt, or sing along to the radio with you while I cooked and cleaned, I shouldn't have been the one."
Dean sounded almost like he was crying; but that couldn't be, because Dean didn't cry, he doesn't, he can't!
Sam slowly wrapped his arm around his brother's shoulders and leaned into him.
"For what it's worth, I'm glad it was you, could you imagine Dad singing while cleaning?" he asked softly, but smiling.
It worked, he saw Deans face; and there were tears slowly rolling down his face. Dean cracked half a smile at that but didn't say anything.
"Do you wish you hadn't had to do all of that for me?" Sam asked after a minute.
Dean pulled back quickly, his face shocked.
"NO! No! I never once thought about that!" Dean said quickly.
"Are you sure, because I know it must have been hard to go from a kid to a mom and dad in less than a year, and at the age of five; I mean, you were my mom and dad and brother while growing up. I know it must have been hard for you; and you must have hated me at times for taking everything away from you-"
"Sam; never once did I wish that you weren't there or that I didn't have to take care of you. But it should have been different, you should have had a mom and a dad; instead you were stuck with me." He aid solemnly.
"Dean, I'm glad I was stuck with you, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way." He said honestly.
Dean searched his brother's eyes almost desperately; looking to know he wasn't a total disappointment to someone.
After a second he seemed to find whatever he was looking for because he grabbed his brother and held him to his chest and hugged him as hard as he could.
Sam wrapped his arms around his brother's waist since his brothers arms were around his back and one went into his hair and he hugged him tightly.
After a while Sam slowly started drifting to sleep in Dean's arms so he laid them both down and turned the lamp off.
He didn't know if Sam was asleep or not yet, but he started humming the very same song he had years ago softly.
Sam's head was rested on his brothers arm, almost his shoulder; and listening to the familiar and yet unfamiliar song lulled him to sleep just as easily as it had all of those years ago.
When Sam woke up he was alone in the bed. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and looked around. It was dark but the shades were pulled down so he didn't know how long he had slept.
The shower was running and he could faintly hear Dean singing AC/DC.
He smiled slightly and stood up; walking towards the small kitchen area and opening the fridge.
He grabbed a soda before sitting down in a wooden chair at the table and pulling his laptop. They had just finished a hunt, vampires; but he wanted to get on the road. He didn't know what Dean was going to be like when he got out of the bathroom to face Sam but he wanted to have a place set up in case he was going to act like his usual self.
He scanned through some stories ranging from murders to strange deaths until he found one that looked like a ghost and he quickly jotted down the town and important information before closing laptop.
He held his breath as the water shut off and the door opened; a gust of fog blew out and he watched as Dean walked with his usual swagger over to his bed and grabbed a set of clothes.
"You gonna watch me get dressed or tell me where to next?" Dean asked smirking.
Sam rolled his eyes and smirked but turned towards the paper and began reading the things he had written down.
By the time he looked back over Dean was dressed and pulling his shoes on.
"I'm just gonna take a shower then we can go-"
"Hurry up, I'm hungry." Dean yelled as Sam got to the bathroom door.
"Sure, give me a minute." He said rolling his eyes.
Sam got into the shower a minute later and slammed his teeth together at the frigid water. He turned it all the way up and waited another minute but it was still ice cold. Damn, Dean had used ALL the hot water, again!
"Dean!" he yelled; teeth chattering.
He could hear Dean's loud burst of laughter over the water and he silently cursed Dean before taking the quickest shower he could.
As soon as his last shoe was on Dean was grabbing him and pushing him out the door in a rush to get out of this place.
He didn't like it here, and he hoped, if Sam knew what was good for him, then he would never bring up this place again; or what happened there.
But he knew he wouldn't; because it was like a silent agreement; what goes on in one town, stays in that town. Period.
The drive was long and full of blasting Metallica and AC/DC but Sam didn't say anything because he knew Dean was trying to leave behind the memories of his childhood and get his head in the game.
When they parked at their destination Sam knew it would be a quick hunt, over in less than a day or two if they hurried; and he really wanted to hurry. He needed to take Dean somewhere; and now.
Just as Sam had predicted, they had found out who it was haunting the place, salted and burned the bones, only a small fight had gone down, he had only been thrown into a single tree before Dean had fried the guy and they were already on the road with a false case that Sam had made up just to get his brother to go where he wanted him to.
"You know what I can't understand?" Dean asked after a minute of driving.
"What?" Sam yelled over Smoke On the Water.
Dean rolled his eyes but lowered the music anyway; before shutting it off completely.
"I can't understand why we're on the road already; I mean, we haven't taken a break in weeks, maybe over months. Why all of a sudden this sudden urge to keep going east?" he asked, giving Sam the stink eye.
Sam 's eyes widened but he quickly schooled his features.
"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.
"I mean a month ago we were in California working a job when all of a sudden you really stepped up your game; it's been hunt after hunt; all to the east, we're in Pennsylvania, going to New York. What's up?" he demanded.
Sam swallowed but played the innocent and confused card.
"I didn't even realize we were only going east, it's just how I found the hunts."
"Huh, that's funny, because while you were in the shower, at the motel, I searched our hunt, and um, this guy, Bill Mc Murphy, didn't die in New York a week ago, actually he is still alive and is a living a very apple pie life; very normal and supernatural free. So, tell me one more time why we had to get across the country in a month all of a sudden?" he asked, slowly turning to look at Sam with something hidden in his eyes that Sam just couldn't make out.
He swallowed before lying through his ass "Really? Then I must have gotten a fake article or something."
"That's what I thought at first, I mean, why on earth would my brother lie about a hunt? I mean, we could be going and saving real people; but instead, he is bringing me across the country, and faking hunts. That just wasn't possible. So, I checked your history; and chunks were missing from all the way back a month, just about the time you stepped up your game; and just about the time we started going East. The last thing in your history that had anything to do with a real hunt was the one we were just on. Some of our other ones weren't ever there; were those fake to?" he asked gritting his teeth.
"Why were you going through my history? Can't you trust me?" Sam asked playing the hurt brother card now; damn, he was running out of cards to play.
"No, I did trust you, I was just searching for that fake article when I noticed all those silly side details, funny isn't it?"
Sam knew he was screwed then and there; and he made a decision then and there to.
"Alright, you want the gods honest truth, hands down?" Sam asked
"Yeah I do!" Dean snapped.
"Fine, but don't freak out, okay?" He asked feigning nervous
"Just spit it out!" Dean snapped again, losing his control.
He could take liars; hell he was the best one he knew. But Sam lying to him, and lying about hunts, that he couldn't take.
He focused on the road so he wouldn't get them into a crash and grit his teeth hard waiting for Sam to talk.
Sam looked at his brother for a second before pulling in a deep breath and bringing both of his hands up and clasped them in front of his face.
He studied his hands for a second before his face slowly went form a pensieve look to one you would make when about to attack and he rammed his elbow into Deans face as hard as he could.
Dean's head slammed into the glass window and Sam quickly shifted so he was leaning in front of his brother and he grabbed the wheel quickly before slamming his head back into Dean's face again and again and again before he went slack and he pulled the car over.
Dean was covered in his own blood. The glass window was cracked in circles from where his head had slammed and there was blood on it.
Blood was seeping from the back of his head, gushing from his nose that was broken and bent at a wrong angle, his eyes were shut and one seemed to have blood coming from it.
His mouth was dripping blood and his shirt was covered in it along with his lap.
Sam quickly wiped off the window so cars passing by wouldn't see the blood and he pulled his belt off.
He dragged Dean into the passenger seat so he was sitting up and pulled his belt off too. He put Deans arms down by his sides and put his belt around the seat and Dean before tying it tightly and turning the buckle to the back.
He tied Deans thighs together with his own belt and put the buckle under his legs then grabbed the rope and duct tape from the back and tied Deans legs up from his feet to his waist.
Once it was tied and secured he worked on his hands, then his arms, then his arms again because he knew how easily Dean could slip out of anything.
Once he was done with the rope he duct taped over his eyes but left his mouth and nose free. He couldn't do his mouth because he couldn't breathe from his nose, and he couldn't do his nose because his mouth was still filling with blood and the blood would make it slip off.
He drove quickly, going through the states and not even stopping unless for gas.
Once he was in New York and Dean still hadn't moved he began getting worried and quickly checked the motionless body for a pulse. He let his breath out in a rush when he felt one and kept driving, a little concerned that his nose and mouth were still dripping blood but he supposed that was what happened when you broke your nose and just let your head hang down onto your chest.
It was another hour before Sam found the old abandoned warehouse and parked in front of one of the doors.
"Sorry Dean" he said smirking before undoing the seat belt and the two belts.
He pulled Dean out of the car before dropping him carelessly onto the ground and grabbing the two belts.
He tied one around Dean's ankles and fastened as tight as he could, poking another hole into the strong leather.
He stuffed a large rag into Deans mouth letting what he couldn't fit to hang out before tying the thinner belt that was only about an inch tall over Dean's mouth to keep the rag in.
He tightened it painfully and made sure Dean could bite down onto the leather belt before putting his arms around Dean and began dragging him towards the door.
Dean slowly began waking up, except he couldn't open his eyes, they were stuck down, something was on his face… now that he thought about it, his whole face hurt. And he could hear someone, dragging something? Why couldn't he open his eyes? Why couldn't he move? He began struggling as his memories caught up with him and he realized he was tied up; extremely tightly.
It felt like he was in a cocoon of rope, every inch of him felt like it was burning from being tied so tightly, he would bet money that the rope was covering his whole body.
"Stop fighting me Dean." Sam's voice whispered into his half covered ear with what felt like duct tape.
Dean tried to say something back along the lines of "I'll fucking fight all I want you crazy ass mother fucker" but he ended up gagging at the cloth and… belt? in his mouth.
Sam chuckled and Dean had to remind himself that this wasn't Sam and was either a Skin Walker, Shape Shifter, or something else that he honestly couldn't think of at the moment.
He was dropped flat onto his back and he grunted but he listened carefully as a door was opened.
He was picked back up and dragged inside and he froze in panic as he realized he truly was screwed right now.
He didn't even know if the real Sam was still alive never mind if he was going to live.
He didn't know where he was but he was guessing New York.
He didn't know what this person wanted with him but he was guessing they weren't going to be too shy about getting whatever it was.
He was dragged for a while longer before he was dropped again and a loud noise started up and he knew the lights had come on though he couldn't see anything or even open his eyes.
His body was hoisted up by two people and he grew almost scared; he didn't get fully scared, not after everything that had happened to him. He was almost scared though.
He only got scared for Sam. The real Sam; and for all he knew Sam could still be back at California and he had started hunting with this imposter.
He was dropped onto what felt like a table and slowly the rope started being cut away on one of his legs.
Were they that stupid? He could do a lot of damage with one leg, he knew from experience that just one working limb could be useful.
Before he could kick though eight hands were holding his leg down and a needle was jabbed into his jean clad thigh.
He fought with everything in him to stay awake, to fight off the affects of the drugs, but though he had strong mind power, he couldn't physically fight something in his blood.
When he woke the first thing he knew was that he wasn't tied to himself like before, now if felt like his arms were both chained and cuffed down spread out like a cross.
Then his legs were both chained and cuffed so he was in an X, so he was spread out.
His waist was also chained down with what felt like multiple leather belts.
He strained against them harshly but could feel the sharp metal cutting into him without moving so much as a centimeter off of the metal table.
He heard Sam's distinct chuckle from somewhere and he froze, listening as best he could.
"Dean, Dean, Dean, when will you ever learn? Once chained down, you can't move. Do you remember hell? Well think of that as Hotel Sunshine compared to what I'm going to do to you." Sam said and he could just hear the smirk.
He went to bark out a remark but once again found the belt in his mouth but that was it.
He pushed at it with his tongue but it was tied too tightly.
He listened as the person stood up and walked over to him and it was then he could feel it.
The slightest of drafts; which meant two things.
One, there was a vent of some kind in the room that was either on the floor or close to him. And two, he wasn't wearing any clothes.
He winced as a hand roughly grabbed his hair and he felt the tape on his eyes being ripped off of him.
He winced and bit down onto the leather hard to stop from yelling out and realized it was there for that exact reason.
Perfect.
His eyes, though burning, slowly adjusted.
He was in what looked like an all metal room; he was like he thought, chained and cuffed onto a metal table, and the room was totally bare.
Great; just great.
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Okay, that's chapter one! Please please please review and tell me what you think! But please be gentle, this is my first fic! And please, dont flame or say something incredibly horribly soul crushing, my soul will be crushed. And it will most likely hurt.
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The song was "Speeding Cars" by "Imogen Heap"