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Spoilers for almost every season.
So, I noticed in season six that Dean never calls Sam 'Sammy' anymore, and this is my angsty version of why he doesn't.
Enjoy, and review, please!
Chapter One- Not My Sammy
Watch out for Sammy.
That was how it all started. John Winchester's single command (later Dean would blame him for it) had been burned into his brain, his consciousness, until it was a part of him that could never be removed.
Sam would drag him to the ends of the Earth, to Hell and back, but Dean didn't care.
Watch out for Sammy.
That was all that mattered. Everything else was white noise, a distraction.
Sam would be the death of him. Dean had always known, in a way, but had refused to admit it. In the end, he had to.
Ironically, he had to accept it to save him. Again.
Watch out for Sammy.
He did. All his life he did. His job, his burden. Dean never complained, not once. It was his responsibility. He was the big brother, so he had to do it. He loved Sammy, so he had to do it.
It was a simple statement of fact. Accepted. Two plus two equals four, apples are red, bananas are yellow. Dean would protect Sammy.
Watch out for Sammy.
Dead or alive, he would. That would never change. Dean used to think that- and a few years down the line, he would curse his ignorance. His naïveté.
Sammy would never change.
How wrong he was. It had crept up on him. Oddly, he had known from the beginning, in a way.
From the time Sammy left for college. Sam had never been Sammy, really.
Sammy had been drifting away, fading, fast, those two years he spent at Stanford. That year he spent with Jess.
Perhaps the metamorphosis had slowed when he left with Dean; became dormant. At the time, Dean could sense it, but hadn't wanted to accept it; stuffed down that feeling so deep in his subconsciousness he could almost think it was only his imagination.
Almost.
Those forty years he spent, rotting, burning, and screaming in Hell, there was only one thought.
Watch out for Sammy.
It had helped, a little, in the Pit, that Dean was doing his only job. His duty.
And then he had busted out. Found out what his Sammy had been doing, what he had become.
Almost all of Sammy had withered away right then.
Sammy didn't need him anymore.
Watch out for Sammy.
He wanted to. With all his heart, Dean wanted to. But he couldn't. How could he? Sam was the better hunter now.
Then the penny dropped. Sam chose the hellbitch, Ruby, over him. Walked out that door without a second glance. Killed Lilith. Resurrected Lucifer. Threw away everything Dean had done for him.
The last dregs of Sammy burnt away with Lucifer's rising.
Watch out for Sammy.
How was he supposed to watch out for someone who wasn't there anymore?
That was the day Sammy became Sam.