A/N: This story is happening during season 6, some time between episode 14 and episode 15. It probably has some spoilers for main things in this season and if you still haven't watched episode 14, you better not read this one. Well, unless you know the whole story!
I don't intend to say much now. Just because I think whatever I say would probably reveal what this story is about and I really like you to wait a little bit to find out! :D (Evil, huh?:D)... But I think I'd say a few words after the second chapter!
This first chapter is a little different from all I've ever written and even different form the other next chapters. I had to write it this way, but I assure you there IS a plot to this story.
Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) ... And please remember that your comments and reviews will help me a lot. (- Just as they will make my day! - :D) .. Let me know what you think of every chapter.
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- New Conditions - 1
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It hadn't been a really hard case. They had been able to wrap it up pretty fast, and as far as Sam knew, nothing had happened during the case. But he couldn't keep his mind away from the look on Dean's face. He couldn't put his finger on anything yet. He had a weird gut feeling but couldn't name it. He just felt something was off, however he didn't have any reason to bring it up to the words. He hadn't really seen anything wrong or weird in Dean's behavior. Well, OK, maybe that wasn't completely true, but He had been away from Dean for more than one year, after all. How could he be sure that this new look on his face wasn't something usual these days? He couldn't say he knew what was going on with Dean and he didn't know how should he ask him about it?
'Hey Dean, what's going on with you? You look different. Older. Tired. Your grins and smiles are not so genuine anymore. It looks like you've gone to the end of the world and somehow we've stopped an apocalypse and your life hadn't been all that easy and happy after that. Like you were trying to get my soul back. Oh, wait. That all really had happened. Well, in that case, you have every right to look tired and spent.' Sam shook his head and opened the bathroom's door to enter the room just in time to find Dean sitting heavily on a chair with lines of pain all over his face.
Dean ,however, instantly put himself back together as soon as he felt Sam's present in the room. He looked up and smiled. "Anything interesting in that bathroom?"
"Huh?"
"Man, you have been in there forever. What were you doing really?"
"Taking a shower." Sam shrugged." What? You didn't want to take another shower within half an hour, did you?"
"Half an hour?" Dean raised his eyebrow."Had you stayed in there just a little longer and I would be able to kill another monster here. Since when a shower takes two hours? I mean, I know with that hair of yours it should take long. But this long? Boy, what's the difference between you and a chick?"
"Dean, are you alright?" Sam decided to ignore Dean's teasing, knowing well that it was his way to deflect Sam's mind from what he had seen after coming out of the bathroom.
Dean didn't budge, though. "Hmm. Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
"You don't look so hot."
"You're just jealous. You've spent two hours in the bathroom and you still don't look half as good as me."
Sam rolled his eyes. "I take it back. You haven't changed a bit."
Dean grinned."Neither have you."
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Sam woke up slowly. Looking at his watch, his eyes widened when he saw it was half past nine and Dean hadn't tried to wake him up earlier. Looking around the room and finding no sign of Dean, he got up and went to the window. Impala wasn't in the parking lot, which meant Dean was out. Sam wondered why Dean hadn't called him and though he knew after spending such a long time alone, it was still not like Dean to walk out with no word. He decided to take a shower and if Dean wasn't back after that, he would call him. But when he went to grab some clothes, Dean's duffel bag caught his eyes. Remembering their last few days, he couldn't resist checking it to see if Dean was hiding something.
"Looking for something?" Dean's voice startled him. Damn he was lucky. Just when he had started going through his bag, Dean had stepped into the room.
Sam gulped."Umm. Hi. I was looking for.. for a shirt."
"Something wrong with your owns? My shirts are not exactly your size. Haven't been since you were twenty." Dean sat on his bed.
"I can find something that could fit me. My own clothes are all dirty."
"O yeah? Thought you did the laundry the day before yesterday. You want something, Sam, just tell me. I'll give it to you. You don't need to rummage through my stuff behind my back." Dean lay on his side and for the first time Sam saw that how pale and tired he really looked.
"I told you, I just wanted a shirt. Where were you, anyway?"
"Out. My car had some problems. I went to find a mechanic."
Sam raised his eyebrow."Since when you let a stranger checks your car?"
"Since I don't have all the equipments I need to fix it and we're nowhere close to Bobby's yard."
Although Sam knew that wasn't the truth, he had no reason to argue. Dean's excuse seemed perfect and he wasn't exactly in the best position. He had been caught when he was going through Dean's stuff and he knew that Dean knew that he wasn't really looking for a shirt. He just nodded and stood up."I'm going to take a shower. We can leave if you want after that."
"Hmm. Alright. We better take a detour to that store we saw last night to buy you some shirts." Dean said sarcastically."What are you gonna wear after the shower?"
"I'll find something."
"Grab that green T-shirt." Dean gestured to his bag, letting Sam go on with his lie. He didn't feel like discussing and though he didn't know what Sam might have possibly wanted in his bag, he wanted and needed to trust him again after everything they had been through.
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It was almost two weeks later when it happened again. This time, though, Sam woke up when Dean silently left the room. He stayed in the bed for a long time, but after a couple of hours he gave up waiting for Dean to come back. So he just got up and sat behind his computer, trying to distract his mind. After checking a few articles and some sites, he decided to take a shower to clear his mind. Nothing had worked, though. His mind was racing a mile a minute. Rummaging through his jacket's pocket, he pulled out a note and went back to his laptop to check the name that he had on it. It didn't take long when he received the result. Although he was somehow suspicious, the result was more than what he could take. He couldn't believe his eyes. Refreshing the page he waited and wished for getting a different result. A few seconds had passed and Sam's eyes got fixed with the exactly same result. He closed his eyes and sighed. Things were worse than what he had anticipated. And if it was correct, it was way worse. The sound of the door jarred Sam out of his thoughts.
"Morning." Dean greeted as he entered the room, smiling widely.
"Hi. Where were you?" Sam asked, trying hard not to jump to the main question that was bothering him.
"Breakfast." Dean said casually as he put the bag on the table.
"Where did you take it from? DC? You left a little after seven and now it's half past eleven." Sam challenged.
"I couldn't decide what to take."Dean shrugged as if it was so usual.
"Yeah? Then I hope you have something in your mind for the lunch, otherwise we wouldn't get it sooner than midnight."
Dean took a sip of his coffee."What's your problem? It's not like we have anything else to do."
"I just wanna know where you've been. What's bothering you that you're not talking about? You still don't trust me, I get it. But-"
Dean's eyes widened. "Whoa, whoa. Stop there McHasty. Where did that come from? Who said that I don't trust you?"
"Well, you don't talk about yourself. You don't talk about your problems. Hell, you don't talk about our problems. You don't even mention the thing we, or rather you and the soulless me, had done in the past. It seems like you don't trust me enough to talk about things like that. You just talk about unimportant things."
"Sam, when have I ever talked about myself or my problems? Not that I have any problems. I'm just saying that if, and if there's anything, it's not like me to talk about it and you know it. I don't talk about past, because we can't change it and I told you like thousand times that YOU shouldn't scratch that wall. Dammit, leave it there. Trust me for once. "
"Okay. Okay... This is not about me."
Dean rolled his eyes."The point is I trust you with my life."
"Thanks, but the point is you're lying about where you've been. About what you're doing when you think I don't notice."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I went to grab something for breakfast. Alright, I might have needed some fresh air. But that doesn't mean I've been lying to you." Dean folded his arms on his chest .
"Isn't there anything you wanna tell me? Anything that might have slipped your mind." Sam sat straight on the chair.
"You wanna be more specific? I might have forgotten to tell you many things, which means they haven't been really important."
"Then I suppose you don't call this one important." Sam turned the screen of his computer towards Dean, so he could see it.
It took Dean a few moments to get what he was looking at. His eyes widened in shock and for a fraction of a second he thought about ignoring everything and to pretend that he didn't know what that page was about. He decided to do the opposite, though. He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath first. Opening his eyes, he stared at Sam."Where did you get that?" his tone nothing close to what it was a few seconds ago.
"I searched." Sam shrugged.
"You know what I mean."
Sam sighed."I found a bottle in your jacket last night. This is the reason you left, isn't it? Is this what you're trying to hide?"
Dean ignored the question. "First checking my duffel bag. Now my jacket. Am I grounded, dad?" he emphasized the last word.
"Dean. I'm merely worried about you. You've been tired recently. And hey, don't forget you once offered me some pills and when I asked you about it, you just called them effective."
Dean looked away.
"Dean. Please. Is this true? Are you.. I mean.. Those pills. This article.. The way you act. I - .. I guess, I don't wanna believe it. Just tell me. Is that true?" Sam insisted.
"Yes. Dammit. You happy now?" Dean stood up sharply."It's true. But that's still nothing I can't handle and I don't wanna talk about it."
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... TBC ...
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Dean: Lucky for you, I'm a doctor. I got Joe, grub, and...
Sam: What are they?
Dean: Effective.
Season 6 - episode 14 (Mannequin 3: The Reckoning)
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A/N 2: Alright , how was that for a start? :p
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