Holy crap. I can't believe I wrote this chapter so fast. The words just kept flowing and so I kept writing.
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Sam awoke with a start, gasping as his head snapped up. He blinked quickly a couple of times to clear his fuzzy vision. He softly groaned when an overwhelming amount of pain hit him from every part of his body. Sam tried to move, but he realized he was stuck.
"What the-" Sam whispered as he yanked at his hands that were tied behind his back.
He was still in the motel room, but now he was placed in the middle of the room with his hands, legs and body bound to the chair he was sitting on.
Everything came rushing back to Sam and he frantically searched the room for Dean, praying that he hadn't left the motel. He breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted Dean by the window, his back to Sam.
"It's about fucking time." Dean growled without turning around. Sam gulped audibly as spotted the gleam of a knife in Dean's hand.
"Dean, just untie me and we can talk." Sam reasoned in a quiet voice. The older brother slowly turned around and glared at Sam.
Sam's stomach dropped to the floor when he saw Dean's face.
His brother was gone.
There was no 'big brother Dean' left in those green eyes.
"Oh trust me, we'll be talking." Dean maliciously promised, approaching Sam.
He stood in front of his brother and without warning, threw a punch at Sam's face. Sam grunted at the impact before shaking it off. Dean slowly leaned down so he and Sam were face to face.
"I don't know why I didn't just get rid of you years ago." He mused. "Think of everything I could have accomplished."
"This isn't you talking." Sam mumbled, casting his eyes downward, knowing that trying to talk to Dean would be useless.
"But it is Sam. I'm just saying everything I've been bottling up."
"This isn't you." Sam whispered, hoping that if he said it enough times, it would be true. Dean grabbed Sam by the hair and yanked his head back.
"Get this through your thick skull!" Dean snarled, pulling Sam's head back farther as a cry of pain escaped the younger brother's mouth. "It's me, only I'm not treating you like your fucking three years old!"
Dean roughly let go of Sam's head and stood up straighter.
"You know, I know the real reason why dad's been gone."
Sam didn't respond and just stared at his brother through pleading eyes.
"It's because of you." Dean muttered in disgust, leaning forward and placing his hands on his knees. "He's sick of dragging your sorry ass everywhere." He continued, bringing the sharpened knife close to his face and examining it. "I bet after I kill you and call dad, he'll come back. He's gonna be so proud of me."
Dean brought the knife to Sam's arm, putting enough pressure to break skin, as he glided the knife down his brother's arm. Sam clenched his teeth together as he bit back a scream. Dean smirked at Sam before he stood up again, starting to slowly walking around the chair.
"Dad has always been more proud of me than you. You know it, I know it, and dad knows it."
"Please stop-" Sam begged, squeezing his eyes shut. Dean leaned in behind Sam and spoke in his ear,
"I've always been the favorite son." Dean hissed. Sam dropped his head to his chest and fought back the tears welling in his eyes. He didn't think he could take too much more of this. Dean was hitting every open wound he could think of with every vicious word. "Hell, I bet dad would even be happy you were dead. Kinda like karma, don't you think?"
Dean continued to circle Sam, twirling the knife around as he walked.
"What'd you mean?" Sam questioned in a broken voice.
"You see, mom died because of you. You were the one who was supposed to be killed that night, not her. How can you live with yourself?" Dean growled. Sam raised his head slowly and stared at his brother with hopeless eyes.
"Why don't you just get this over with already?" Sam asked in a defeated voice. He couldn't handle his brother's words anymore.
"If you say so." Dean said with a shrug before walking behind Sam. Sam shut his eyes tightly and bowed his head, waiting for the final blow.
Sam felt the knife by his hands, when suddenly, he heard the rope being ripped and his arms fell free. He opened his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. The ropes around his body slackened as Dean came to stand in front of Sam.
"What are you-"
"This is too easy." Dean said as he cut the ropes around Sam's feet. He grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and hoisted him onto his feet. "I'm not just gonna kill you. What's the point in that? No, we're gonna fight." Dean explained to Sam who stared at him dumbfounded.
"Dean...I'm not gonna fight you..." Sam said slowly.
"If you wanna survive, you will. Me verse you. The winner walks out of here alive." Dean said smugly.
"I'm not fighting you." Sam repeated, beginning to feel sick to his stomach.
"Well then this is gonna hurt like a bitch." Dean hissed as he snapped yet another punch at Sam. Sam gasped as he fell over the chair behind him and fell to the ground. "Get up." Dean snarled, landing a swift kick to Sam's stomach while he was down. Sam shakily stood up, using the wall for support.
"Dean, stop-"
"Come on, fight!" Dean roared, shoving Sam against the wall. Sam gasped for air as he shook his head quickly.
"No." He responded adamantly. Dean let out a growl as he grabbed Sam and threw him across the room. Sam landed with a thud onto the middle of the floor as his head smashed against the ground. Stars blurred his vision as Dean came over to him once again, and began to beat him.
All Sam could do was curl inwards and pray for it to be over soon. He knew it was stupid not to fight back, but he just couldn't do it. Dean was his big brother and hero, and he just couldn't do it.
"This is why dad likes me better. I know how to survive." Dean seethed, glaring down at Sam.
Without warning, Dean clasped his hands around Sam's neck and began to squeeze. Sam gasped for air that wasn't there as he feebly tried to escape from his brother's grasp. But Dean held on tighter, with the intent to kill.
Black spots danced in Sam's vision as he began to lose consciousness. This was it. Dean was killing him, and there was no going back.
Dean glowered at his brother as he clenched his jaw tightly, squeezing the life out of his brother with everything he had.
Suddenly, a gleam caught his eye as he glanced down at his own neck.
Swinging back and forth on his chest was the amulet Sam had given him for Christmas all those years ago.
The amulet that Dean hadn't taken off in 13 years.
The amulet that helped him through the toughest times.
The amulet that symbolized the unbreakable bond and unconditional love between the brothers.
Images began to speed through Dean's brain like a slideshow.
Running out of a burning home with 6 month year old Sammy in his arms.
Promising to always protect his baby brother.
Teaching Sam to talk.
Teaching Sam to walk.
Bringing Sam to his first day of kindergarten.
Telling Sam about the family business.
Beating up the bullies that had picked on 12 year old Sam.
Teaching Sam to drive.
Pleading for Sam to stay and not go to Stanford.
Pleading for Sam to help him find their dad.
Laughing together.
Smiling together.
Joking together.
Becoming brothers again.
"Sammy, I promise I'll always protect you." A 4 year old Dean promised to 6 month year old Sam as the broken family watched their childhood home burn.
Dean was suddenly snapped back to reality.
He glanced down and saw his hands grasped around his baby brother's throat. Dean gasped as he threw himself backwards and Sam began to cough and choke, fighting to breathe again. Dean stared at Sam with his mouth dropped open, not sure of what to do. Sam spluttered and turned onto his side, gasping for air.
Dean fought back the bile that rose to his throat when he saw how broken and bloody Sam was. Sam slowly turned his head and looked at Dean.
"D-Dean?" He whispered weakly. Dean slowly nodded his head, not being able to control his shaking body.
"Oh god..." Dean gasped as he took in the state Sam was in. "S-Sammy..."
A familiar burning sensation began to grow in Dean's stomach and he knew was what coming.
So did Sam.
Sam and Dean shared a long glance before Dean nodded his head once. Sam grabbed the gun the laid on the bed and painstakingly made his way over to his brother.
"Me and Bobby will fix this." Sam promised as Dean nodded his head again. With every ounce of strength Sam had left, he smashed the butt of the gun into Dean's head, the older brother falling unconscious instantly. Sam leaned against the bed and focused on controlling his breathing.
He would call Bobby and they would figure something out.
Figure out how to bring the normal Dean back permanently.
It was time to make things right again.
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