Chapter 4
Now I believe in what you say
Is the undisputed truth
But I have to have things my own way
To keep me in my youth
Like a ship without an anchor
Like a slave without a chain
Just the thought of those sweet ladies
Sends a shiver through my veins
And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I'll never look behind me
My troubles will be few
Goodbye stranger it's been nice
Hope you find your paradise
Tried to see your point of view
Hope your dreams will all come true
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME ALTERNATIVE SCENES FROM THE REAL STORY AND EVENTS THAT HAPPENED ON THE SHOW (S6). I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, AND IF YOU DO PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW. IT'D HELP ME A LOT. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT GUYS
YEAR 2011
Sam was watching the ceiling, as the man who he had cared more than his own life in the past, was deep asleep. He had checked the hour maybe five minutes ago and decided that it was too early to do anything. It was 05:22 AM, but he didn't feel tired. Sam didn't need to sleep anymore since he came back from hell. It was useful, because he was alert 24/7 and ready to kill whatever or whoever who would want to hurt him.
However, there was other reason (the most important one), why he was glad he couldn't sleep. That reason was hell. The vivid memories of what he had been through were bad enough even for the new and better version of him.
Since he couldn't feel practically anything, he would finish a job, and nothing really bothered him if something ended wrong respect to his original plan. If he couldn't save the victim, a simple "I did what I could" was enough for him to walk away from the bloody scene with a satisfactory smile on his face. The old Sam was weak and predictable. "Sammy" was just a pathetic child who had needed his brother around him to keep living since forever, which still bothered him every time he remembered that. Having a Family had represented weakness for him, because when he cared about his father and brother, he knew that the bad guys were able to hurt them in order to get what they wanted. Now, family was a benefit. When he had been with Samuel and his cousins he'd pretend to care about them, so they would protect him if he someday, needed to be saved. Now he was away from Samuel's way, and had Dean instead. He was as safe as he could be with him by his side.
When he saw his cellphone's screen remembered that it was January 24th, and knew that that day had been important for him. That day was Dean's birthday.
Every year he would bring some stupid present and say "Happy birthday" to his older sibling. Dean had never liked to remember his birthdays, so now he wouldn't push him to "celebrate" it anymore. He really didn't care about Dean. If he died, he would take it as the natural course of life. Everybody'd die someday, so there was no reason to get sad about it.
Sam got up one hour later to go and search for a hunt, but before he left the room saw that his bed was made since the other night. Dean didn't know that Sam couldn't just close his eyes and drift away from reality like he could. He would freak out and Sam didn't need that in his life at the moment. The "drama queen" of his brother had noticed that something was odd with him, and made a big speech saying that he was there to help him. When he lost his patience with Dean, said something that probably hurt his feelings, because he suddenly shut his mouth. Being without a soul didn't mean that he forgot how much he knew his brother. Sam could read him like an open book.
"S'm"
"What?"
"What time is it?"
"06:24 AM"
"What are you doing up? It's too early to be loud in a silent room dude"
"Well, I am busy"
"Doing what?"
" Trying to find a case for us"
"We just finished the shifter case like seven hours ago. We could take a day for us, you know?"
"It's better this way. You keep sleeping"
"That's what I am gonna do, actually"
Dean closed his eyes and thought about his brother. He seemed alert and vey awake after the difficult case that both had worked on. Sam was just… different. He didn't know how bad hell had affected him, but every time he asked something and met those cold hazel eyes that were not his brother's, decided that it was better not to know the answer.
Bobby talked to him and told him to wait. The old man was sure that it was just matter of time before his brother would come back to be the old Sam. Dean had waited for at least three months and Sam was the same weird man that was always hunting, barely taking a break, also killing people like they were sick and agonizing animals, without getting all his princess feelings like he used to. Dean didn't want to admit it, but he was scared. He wanted his little brother back, and he would fight for him. After all, it was his job, right? Look out for his pain in the ass little brother.
The older Winchester decided to relax his body and mind, and before he knew, was asleep again.
When Dean woke up saw that it was 09:23 AM. He saw the empty and undone bed next to his, but there was no sign of his brother. He hadn't even left a note, and he wasn't picking up his cellphone. He swore that someday he was going to kill that kid. Every day that he spent with him was getting him nervous and more thoughtful than usual. He didn't like to overthink things, because he got pissed or worried pretty easily. Sam was usually the one to do that and he just comforted him with some crappy quotes until Sam would give him a shy smile. That was how things used to work at least...
When he finished taking his bath, saw that Sam sitting in one of the beds cleaning his gun. He didn't seem to notice his anxiety, or maybe he was just ignoring him like he always did those days.
"Sam"
"Yeah"
"You left the room without telling me"
"I am a grown man, you know that right?"
"You know the rules man"
"So, I found a case and brought coffee for us"
Dean stared at him with a pissed face and decided to let go the unspoken conversation.
"What's about?"
"A girl went missing two days ago. Her parents said that she went to look out for her sister to a party but she never made it there. They found her body last night. She had bite marks all over her wrists and she lost a lot of blood"
"It seems that we are going to kill some vampires today"
"…"
Dean met the suffocating silence and Caught the newspaper that his brother threw at him after he finished cleaning the gun. He read the girl's parents declarations, but when he saw the date his thoughts went to another direction. That day was his birthday, and Sam didn't seem to care. He hadn't even said "Happy birthday" to him. He loved the moments when his brother brought some "Busty Asian Beauties" and sometimes other things for him. Not for the present though, but because his brother cared about him. He always had. Maybe those days were gone forever. What if the Sam he knew would never come back again?
"No"
"No what?"
"Nothing"
"What's going on?"
"Nothing man. Let's just go, alright?"
"Okay"
Dean put everything he owned inside his old duffel, and then he just walked away from the room and towards the car, not even looking at Sam. When his brother sat next to him, he just put AC/DC and drove with the song "Back in Black" sounding as loud as he could without causing a fight with his brother.
"You seem… upset maybe"
"No, Sam. I am just tired. That's it"
"I can drive if you want. I am not tired "
"You are not driving my baby. She's mine"
"Well, if you change your mind let me know"
"Sure Sammy. Like I am gonna change my mind"
"I was being polite"
"Well, that's not you at all Sam. You'd never say that. My brother would be a freaking mother right now, asking me to rest. You would insist until I said yes"
"You know what you are doing Dean. I am too. If you don't want me to drive I won't push you"
The older Winchester didn't answer that, but looked at the road in front of his eyes. It was going to be a long trip, and being honest, all that he wanted was to get out of the car to be alone. The only reason why he was still by his side was because Sam would never give up trying to help him get back to his normal self. He had to make his brother talk, and he wouldn't mind using the not passive way to get the answers that he wanted if he didn't talk . However, he knew that that day was far away, and for now, they had a case to solve…