Author's Note: Yes! I am back! Sorry. I'm awful and I hope you guys will accept the rest of this story and my upcoming Harry Potter comedy as an apology. And this story is actually pretty much complete. Just two more chapters after this one. Funny, I wrote Part III before Part II. Hehe. Anyway, just a little editing from a few friends and Part III should be up soon!
This one is short… again. But the next two parts are chalk full of words. Whoo! Part III is in Dean's perspective, so prepare for humor and seriousness, yes, of course. In the meantime, it's only serious time, so here you go…
Inevitability, Part II: When Dean Came Back
Sam couldn't believe it. He actually couldn't believe that he did… it with Ruby.
It was horrible, disgusting, degrading… and pathetic. If his former self were to see what he would become, he would have done any and everything to stop the change, to stop the blood drinking, to stop the demonic fornication. Somehow, that last one seemed worst.
Sam glanced at the messy bed and the lump of Ruby in the darkness then quickly faced back towards the window. At least the light wasn't on when they… He shook his head violently and determined to not look back. It was done, over. There was nothing he could do about it now.
'Just move on, Sammy.'
A heavy sigh broke out, and he tried not to go down that train of thought. Thinking about him or anything associated with him wasn't going to bring him back. However, the little innocence of thinking of himself as Sammy caused for Sam's shoulders to sag. The world just wasn't as bright as it once was… and neither was he.
It never really occurred to him that he was the one holding him back – from the darkness and subsequent power – until he was gone.
Maybe it was for the best. Sam was better at hunting now. He was definitely stronger in character. No longer did he need the support of a brother. He was finally independent… It was for the best that he was dead…
Sam began to laugh bitterly but quickly stopped the sound; it was so ominous in the silent room. He sounded almost deranged. Another sigh, softer this time, came out. Sam knew… He just knew that despite what he just thought, he missed him… He missed Dean.
A rapt set of knocks came from the door and for some wild, insane, and too hopeful reason, Sam believed that that it was Dean who just came back from the nearby gas station and forgot the card key to the room. He could even see Dean holding unhealthy snacks and grinning like a Cheshire cat. His vision cleared when Ruby noisily got out of the bed, quickly put her matching black panty and bra, and hissed at Sam to "Go answer the damn door!"
A few heavy footsteps later, Sam cautiously looked through the peephole and saw… Bobby. Relief and disappointment washed over him, and he opened the door to greet his old friend. However he stopped his forced smile when he saw Bobby's demeanor. It was worn and tired as usual, but there was an unexpected energy (whether nervous or excited, Sam couldn't tell) radiating from Bobby.
Sam's eyebrows furrowed and he asked, "What is it, Bobby?"
Bobby just stepped aside and revealed someone who Sam thought but never felt was dead. It was someone who would take all away what he earned and hated yet loved with a sick twist.
Sam shakily asked, "Dean?"
Dean smiled widely and at that moment, Sam went blank.
*As time went by....*
Dean couldn't believe that he just saw his brother's face covered with –
"Demon blood! What the fuck?! Sam, what the fuck were you thinking? Nothing?"
Sam didn't answer.
"That's what I thought."
"Dean, I –"
"You know what, Sam? Don't try to explain it. Don't try to give yourself a fucking excuse for this!"
"I was doing this for you!"
"The hell you were! You are doing this for revenge, Sam."
"Why don't you believe me? Come on, Dean! Just tell me, and maybe we can fix this."
Dean's eyebrows seemed to rise above his hairline. "Are you serious? You think that we can just 'fix this'?"
Then Dean laughed. And laughed some more.
He grabbed his keys and beaten leather jacket from the table and opened the motel door.
"I'm getting a drink."
And just like that, Sam knew that the conversation was over… for now.
Like all other Winchester conflicts, they would just put it to the side until everything would blow up. Dean would act his badass self. Sam would continue being the calmer if more unstable part of the duo. And things would be back to normal, if only for a while.
Author's Note: Good? Bad? Horrible? Please tell me by reviewing! Thank you!
And I'm incredibly sorry for the awkward scene change. I forgot to make sure the line break was there! Thank you, SKJ-H for pointing that out!
