Author's note/Disclaimer: See Chapter Two (Which will tell you to see Chapter One...)
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The girl had walked into her boyfriends make-out session (with the girl's friend). Typical. This is why humans are humans, and we, well, we're us. I nudged the players in all sorts of different directions. This, this, was entertainment. And yet...
The two brothers... One, instinctively protecting his little brother, no matter what cost, the other, needing his older brother, needing him to be all right. The two pairs of green/hazel eyes, locked together by an invisible lock. I subconsciously switched back the channel.
A nurse was offering Sam something to eat. He'd looked at the food and thanked the nurse, but refused. Idiot. Even with my limited knowledge of the human body, I knew they needed to eat. And sleep. He was running one hand absently through his brother's short hair and keeping his grip on his brother with the other. I looked away and did the only thing I could. I got my cell phone out and summoned cruel Fate.
It took me a while, four days to be precise, but in the end I managed to convince her to let these two go (this was a personal favor). I turned back to my screen and looked on.
Doctors were huddled around their patient's bed as Sam leaned against the wall and looked on in horror. Dean had gone into the final stages of some obscure condition involving his injury, a previous one, the swamp, and some other things. A nurse approached Sam and told him that maybe he didn't want to watch. He just shook his head and stayed where he was.
He looked even worse than before (which was impressive). He was still in the same clothes, he appeared to have eaten and slept the minimal amount to remain conscious, and he looked like he was giving up. Fate had told me about these two. They had knocked every prophecy, every rule, and every thing that stood in their path down. They were unpredictable, unbreakable, and most of all, unbeatable. Yet here we were. Sam Winchester, without hope. Lost in despair.
I remembered the two men in suits. Sam, tripping over his brother's outstretched leg and playfully punching him back in the shoulder. Dean, ordering a giant burger in a cheap diner. I hoped Fate would act quickly.
Then there it was. The moment when all the doctors suddenly stopped buzzing around their patient, frantically prolonging the time until the hour when they'd have to tell the young man waiting behind them that all was finished. They let out their breaths as they saw that "the patient had stabilized".
"What happened!?" The enormous younger brother pushed several doctors aside in his attempt to get to Dean before it was too late. It was clear that in his mind, his worst fears had come to life: the doctors must've given up. I smiled at the look on his face when he saw that his brother was fine (well, aside from the bruises, injuries, unconsciousness, etc... he was fine in the sense that he wasn't dying. At the moment...). Even the doctors seemed surprised. Good old Fate.
Dean's doctor told Sam that Dean would probably make a full recovery (if I knew Fate, she'd done the bare minimum: he'd make it, but only just), although he himself looked like he didn't believe what he was saying. It was simply impossible.
As soon as the older Winchester woke up a few hours later he found himself being tightly squeezed. He was visibly in pain, but really didn't seem to mind that much. When he started to turn blue, however, he tapped his over-enthusiastic brother on the shoulder, and was subsequently released (some parts of him, anyway). Sam suddenly started laughing hysterically and his brother rolled his eyes, making Sam laugh even harder. His brother was Dean Winchester again. The one and only, eye-rolling, little-brother-tripping... Oh, the things I'd been told... He was back.
I couldn't help but feel a little pride in this accomplishment. Because of me, these two were themselves again. Because of me. I liked the sound of that.
When Sam calmed down, Dean was still awake, staring at him like he'd grown a second head. Sam couldn't help but laugh a bit more at this.
"You're an idiot, you know that, right?" He asked his still staring brother.
"Right. Saving your ass..." Dean grinned, then winced.
"Seriously, though," Sam's face suddenly looked like he meant business. "You ever do that again, I swear I'll kill you."
"All talk, Sammy." Dean grimaced as he reached out his hand and ruffled his brother's long messy hair.
"Jerk." He reached out and grabbed Dean's hand. Again, although it obviously hurt him, Dean didn't object.
"Bitch." He quietly added before falling back to sleep.
Sam was quietly snoring next to him in ten minutes, still keeping those long spider-like hands on his brother. And they were both smiling.
Humans. They make no sense whatsoever.
Humans may be nothing compared to us, but still... "Gabriel, punisher of the unworthy and justice-giver to the random worthy." I suppose my imaginary title needed some work, but I still liked the ring.
I had the feeling I'd be hearing more about these boys, sooner or later.
It turned out that it was sooner.