Chapter Three: Memories

Summary: Sam watched as they took his brother away from him. As the Hounds of Hell ripped

him to shreds right before his very eyes. And he couldn't stand it. Couldn't live without his

brother by his side. So, he took things into his own hands. Wincest, Torture, and

Angst

Author's Note: I know it has been a long time since my last update, but I was dealing with finals and summer travels. I apologize. I am glad to see that people are sticking with this story and I hope to get Truth updated again soon. Wish me luck and if you have any ideas for the story or questions let me know. Thanks. Read and Enjoy.

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He had always lived for Dean, still does, he is.. was.. is his world. Their father was never there, more like Dean's father than Sam's, always off searching for the demon that killed his wife, their mother, or on a hunting trip, but the roles that John left vacant, Dean filled those roles: as a brother, father, mother... best friend. They grew up together in constant companionship and never left each other's side, until the black sheep turned 18.

From the beginning, when John placed Sam in Dean's small arms, at the tender age of four, sending him on his way out of the burning house that almost consumed the smallest child, they were always connected. All he could remember, in his younger years, was Dean's ever constant presence. He was always there when people would bully him for being strangely smart and small. However, as he and his limbs grew, the ever vigilant Winchester would step back and let the youngest fight his battles, but he was always there in the background waiting to help him, regardless of the circumstances. Dean would fight for him, bloodied and in need of stitches, or when a girl would break his heart.

Eventually Sam just stopped caring about everyone else, because with each new case came a new town and new friends. With the ever changing scenery he developed an even closer bond with his older, handsome brother.

Sam couldn't take it anymore. Things had become tenser than normal, and he had to get away. The ticket for escape came via an acceptance letter from Stanford University, and with that letter came a rift in the family. John didn't want him coming back, but Sam didn't care about that, he only cared about Dean. And he was devastated.

Dean drove him in silence to the campus. Sam tried to just stare out the window at the passing buildings and fields, but his honey brown eyes kept floating straying over to his obviously tense brother. His shoulders were tensed, like he was getting ready to fight some larger than life creature and didn't know if he would make it.

But that was always the case, wasn't it? Not knowing if they were to survive the next encounter. Letting out a deep sigh, he should have just told Dean about what he was thinking and feeling, but instead, he chickened out. He wasted all those years fighting something that couldn't have been helped, and now his brother was gone.

He was going to change that though. His brother had been by his side through everything, despite everything that Sam had done to Dean, he was always there.

It was Sam's turn to be there for his brother.

The brunette shad spent weeks looking for a way to get the blonde back from Hell, but it was difficult and drinking his life away also didn't help much when it came to researching and trying to understand dead languages. He chuckled at himself, as the last Winchester sat beside the homemade cross.

The answer was actually pretty simple.

Long, practiced fingers twirled a sharp, silver blade between them as he stared down where he knew his brother lay.

Glistening, brown eyes looked up toward the heavens, "I'm sorry mom and dad. I wish I could have been different. I wish this hadn't happened. I can wish a lot of things, but it still changes nothing." Looking back down at the grave, a graveling voice whispered, "I'll be home soon, Dean." as he plunged the sharp dagger into his heart, letting his tainted blood spill onto the cross and ground, a peaceful smile spreading across his face.

"Soon."

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