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21. Climax
"The climax is the height of something in a story. It is where the action comes to a head." Sam stated, eyes reading over the words in the dictionary.
"I thought you were doing homework Sammy. You've been holding out on me!" Dean grinned. Sam blushed and glared at his older brother.
"Not funny Dean."
22. Angels
Castiel blinked at the sound that Sam released as Dean hovered protective over him. It sounded like a cat's purr.
"Does he always do that?" The Angel asked after it was assured that the youngest Winchester was safely asleep, tucked away in his bed by his older brother. Dean was cleaning the blood off of his hands and glanced over at Castiel. Angels had thought it was a good idea to kidnap and torture Sam. Dean proved them wrong. Cas couldn't bring himself to feel any pity towards his doomed brethren. He knew that their fate would befall him as well should Dean ever learn of his betrayal.
"Most of the time no. Only when it's really bad. It take a lot to keep Sammy from producing words." Dean answered and looked down at his clean hands. He then moved to study Sam's wounds once more.
"I see. Do you do that?"
"No way! That shit's for girls."
"But Samuel is a man." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Angels." He muttered under his breath, though Castiel heard him.
23. Scream
Sam screamed. Dean yelled. John Commanded.
24. Detox
Dean had caused this. It was all his fault. Sam's fall off the wagon rested entirely on Dean's shoulders. A Goddamned Witch had caused them to swap bodies. Dean hadn't thought anything of it, though that he could handle being inside Sam's body for a short period of time while they located the Witch and ganked her or they found her hex bags. He had harassed Sam about finally eating healthy and ignored the wary look his brother had shot at him. There had been this gnawing craving in his stomach all day and it just got worse after eating a burger. They managed to locate the Witch but her Demon benefactor jumped them and Sam managed to kill him before he did any real Damage to them. Dean felt like a knife was twisting in his stomach and his nose filled with the scent of blood. Sam had called out to him but he only had eyes for the blood. Without even thinking about it Dean had scooped some up and put it in his mouth. One the gnawing hunger vanished he could think clearly and realized what he had just done. Sam ha growled at the Witch to reverse the spell. She did so fearfully. Den felt himself rush back into his own body. The power coursing through him vanished. He felt dizzy from the change and looked over at the mirror. He was back in his own body, he started to smile before he remembered what had happened and he looked over at his brother. Sam was taking slow deep breaths. They made it back to the motel room before Sam ran into the bathroom. Dean could hear him trying to throw up and he flinched each time he heard Sam heave. That had been a few hours ago and not Sammy lay writhing on his bed, panting and sweating and pleading with Dean even though this was Dean's fault. They were too far away from Bobby to get to the Panic Room. Dean was forced to face his mistakes head on.
"No please Dean! Don't!"
"I'm right here Sammy. Come on. You know I'd never hurt you, you know that right? It's all in your head." Dean pleaded with his brother. Sam's shakes calmed down slightly. "Atta boy Sammy. Just use that obnoxiously large brain of yours. There's gotta be one underneath all this hair right? I mean hell you went to freakin' Stanford on a full ride scholarship! I never did tell you how proud I was of you did I? I was, I am!" He corrected. "I am so proud of you. No matter what happens I'm always gonna be proud of you." Sam panted slightly and his eyes slowly came into focus.
"De?" He murmured in a hoarse voice. He shivered. "Cold."
"You're on fire Sam, can't put any blankets on you or you'll overheat."
"Don' wanna be 'Cifer."
"He's back in the Cage Sammy. Remember? You put him and that douchebag Michael there."
Sam nodded but his eyes unfocused and he whimpered. Dean grabbed Sam's hand and felt his brother's huge one wrap around his tightly.
"Don't worry Sam. I'm right here. Okay? I'm not going anywhere and neither are you." For some reason after that Sam's detox was a lot milder.
25. Sick
Castiel looked from Sam to Dean. Both Winchesters were feverish and pale.
"You are ill." He stated calmly. Dean made a half sneer that looked like he ran out of will to make it halfway through.
"No shit, Sherlock." He growled, voice rougher than usual.
"I am Castiel." The Angel was honestly confused. Why did no one seem to remember his name?
"He means we know that we're sick." Sam explained, he sounded exhausted and his voice was as rough as Dean's.
"Oh, what should I do then?"
"Just leave!" Bemoaned Dean.
"Yeah, don't want you to get sick because you're around us." Sam said with a small smile.
"I will not be taken ill Sam. I am an Angel." Castiel explained patiently.
"Still get the fuck out." Dean grumbled and buried himself in his pillows.
26. Fall
Dean observed his baby brother. Sammy had built up walls around himself while Dean was away in Hell. He was standing on his own now, after being forced to. His boy was well on his way to becoming the Boy King of Hell. That wouldn't do, that would do at all. Something that Dean had learned in hell was patience. It seemed like an odd concept to learn when being tortured or torturing but it's true. He had to wait and had eventually learned to be patient while he was suffering in Hell. He would need all of the knowledge he had gathered to break down the walls around Sam. It simply wouldn't do for him to stray away from Dean's side and get hurt or think himself better than his older brother. And Dean was a gracious big brother. He understood that Sammy had been alone but Dean was back now and he would make everything okay.
"Dean?"
"Come on Sammy let's get a drink."
"Okay." Sam said softly, confusion on his face and a bit of concern. Dean smirked and looked away as his eyes changed from their usually bright green colour.
27. Raise
Sam watched the sun slowly pull itself up over the edge of the horizon. He contemplated his brother. Dean was different but maybe it was Sam who was different. He brushed these thoughts away and looked back to the beautiful sunrise. He didn't understand why Dean was so against Sam's quest for revenge. Had they not been raised this way? Their father was Sam's only model for this. Azazel had taken away Sam's mother and for that John Winchester sacrificed the childhood of both his children (taking so much more from Dean then any father should), his relationship with his youngest son, his life, Sam's life, and finally Dean's Soul. It confounded Sam that Dean wouldn't understand what his younger brother was trying to accomplish.
28. Voice
Sam loved Dean's voice. It was thick and husky, with a rough quality that sent shivers through him. The much taller brunette looked down at his brother as Dean released a growl.
"Hey, focused on me." He commanded and Sam gave a smile before nuzzling his face against Dean's.
"I'm always focused on you." Sam murmured softly. Dean made a noise in the back of his throat because he could deny it all he wanted sappy things always got to him.
29. Spatter
It looked like food colouring against the bright white snow. It looked like someone had squirted a lot of bright red food colouring onto the snow, leaving it dark red in places, bright red, and there was a yellowish orange colour seeping out of the red areas. He guessed that this was poetic.
30. Blow
If there was one thing that John Winchester hated it was someone or something that put his boys in danger. And right now someone had just managed to nudge the Yellow Eyed Bastard for top of John's 'Will Die Painfully' List. Sam was currently trapped on the floor with a gun aimed at his head, Dean had a gun aimed at the man threatening his brother but wouldn't shoot until Sammy was clear, and John was ready to beat the living hell out of the next person to talk.
"Just give it to me!" The man hissed and Sam looked from his brother to the gun being aimed at him and rolled before punching the man below the belt. Dean then shot him in the shoulder. Sam moved clear of the falling man.
"What the hell happened Sam?" The youngest Winchester blinked before turning and throwing up on the shoes of the junkie.
"I don't feel good." He muttered sounding highly congested.
"Man! Couldn't you wait to blow chunks until after we got that dick outta here?"
