Bound By Blood
Sequel to "Blood Brothers"
Chapter 1-A Storm is Coming
Sam lay back on his bed as Dean went to a bar...again. Sam couldn't stand being in the same room as his brother suddenly and he didn't understand it. When Dean would stay, Sam would go. When Sam wanted to stay, he'd get Dean to leave. There was this voice in his head, telling him that Dean wanted nothing to do with him, so he may just as well make the first move before he got his chance.
Four weeks ago, Dean had buried a pick axe into the manhood of one of Sam's old flames. A connection had been made between Sam and the victim, but he wasn't as innocent as he tried to show. As a matter of fact, he was the reason they were there. He'd been possessed by the ghost of a brutal murderer and had tricked them into going to the town only to find out that he planned on framing Dean for the whole thing and running away with Sam in order to restart the life that they had in Stanford. It was too bad that his mind was too far gone by the time Sam learned the truth.
That man's name was Tom Hanniger, and he had plans to marry Sam Winchester.
Sam, or course, didn't learn of this plan until after Tom was dead and his body missing from the woods. Sam had found a note in his duffel bag and a little black box. Tom had been dead a week, Dean had taken Sam out of Harmony. They had arrived at Bobby's when Sam discovered the shiney ring and the question Tom had for Sam. A week after that found Sam telling Dean about it, about everything, and Dean suddenly feeling worse than he had. The third week had the boys leaving to do some hunts on the other side of the country, as far away from Harmony as Dean could get without going to Hawaii or Alaska. And as the fourth week rolled around, Sam began to pull away from Dean and soon isolated himself in a safe place, where Tom was still alive, not a crazy, axe weilding murderer. He wanted to seek comfort in Tom's arms, feeling his heart beat, his warm breath on bare skin, the simple things that he had never got over the years.
Stay with me Sam. I love you Sammy.
Promie me you'll stay.
Sam closed his eyes as words of their love played in his head. He was enjoying it. Every moment, remembering what him and Tom had. It wasn't like it was with Jess, it was different. There was something else there that Sam couldn't figure out. He wanted to figure it out, but it brought up too much pain, pain that Sam didn't want to go through again.
He had just closed his eyes when the door to their motel busted open and Dean came barging in. Sam could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Sammy." Dean said, slamming the door closed behind him. He fell onto his bed. "Why you don't come with me to bar?" He asked in his drunken tone. "Why you don't want me?"
"Dean? You're too drunk." Sam said, moving off of his bed and going to the bathroom. He ran a washcloth under the tap and came back out. But when he came back out, he was tackled into the wall by Dean.
"This is 'bout that asshole Tom, ain't it?" Dean asked. "You still pissed I cut that dick's dick off, ain't ya Sammy?" Dean asked. Sam tried to push away from Dean, but one thing that Sam had learned about his brother over the years, alcohol makes him Superman.
"Dean, get your fuckin' hands off me!" Sam yelled, pushing against Dean and causing him to stumble.
"What Sammy, can't handle the truth so you decide to be a bully?" Dean asked with his drunk smirk. Sam was use to handeling drunk Dean, but right now, he just wanted to go find that pick axe that Dean had used on Tom and use it on his brother.
"I don't get to take this shit." Sam said, grabbing his jacket and heading towards the door. He froze when he heard Dean talk again.
"If you walk out that door, don't you ever come back." Dean hissed, sounding strangely like John. Sam turned around and locked eyes with Dean, then grabbed his duffel bag. They hadn't unpacked yet, since they had just arrived at the motel.
"Fine then." Sam said, opening the door harder than intended and walking out, slamming it behind him. Dean stood there for a moment before he realized what he had just said.
"No." He said. "Nonononono..." Dean pulled open the door, expecting to see Sam hanging out by the Impala or even just outside the door. But when Dean finally caught sight of Sam, he'd just boarded a Greyhound. Dean wanted to run after it, wanted to stop it, but he was too late as the night Sam left for Stanford played all over again.
Sammy, come back! Dean doesn't mean it...much. No more alcohol for Dean. Please review!