Authors Note: I know, I know another late update. Please do not beat me up with fruit lol. I'm trying to write this a little more so I'll have chapters ready before I post and it's taking a long ass time. *shakes head* But alas here is the latest update is the last one. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it. Major chick flick moment with brotherly bonding yay! \0/
Thanx Charity
Dean's jaw dropped open at the statement.
He didn't really want to admit it before but Gordon he had some balls.
Gordon wanted him to actually beat his brother with a belt? That was insane!
Realizing that he was catching flies he closed his mouth and contemplated the option for a second. At least he could spare Sam any pain by not hitting that hard (Or at all. Maybe he could turn it around on Gordon) but knowing Gordon he'll gladly take over the job. On the other hand, Gordon can have a weapon handy, shoot Dean, and do whatever the hell else he wants to Sam.
Which was definitely not an option. Think damnit think! He urged his mind as he struggled to come up with a plan. He was Dean fucking Winchester no crazy nut job was going to outwit him but as the seconds ticked by it seemed that Gordon actually was.
Then a small distinct noise caught his attention. He looked to see if Gordon heard it but he was too entranced in the idea of Dean hurting his little brother to see or hear anything.
Not totally taking his eyes off Gordon, he peered to the side to see that one of Sam's arms was loose and furiously working on the other one. Dean couldn't help the grin that slowly spread over his face.
He knew what to do now.
"What the hell you smiling about. You're happy about beating up your own brother? Just when I thought his family couldn't get any lower." Gordon tsked silently.
Dean just kept on grinning.
Gordon's voice suddenly lost all its teasing aspects to it. The smirk fell off his face to be replaced by anger. He was in control here not this weirdo and his freak of a brother. "I said what the hell are you smiling about!" Gordon roared as he slapped Dean brutally across the face.
Dean didn't even seem faced. He licked the blood that started to dribble form his reopened split lip and smiled. "Nothing really except look behind you."
Gordon turned around to be met with a metal pipe to the skull.
John had just settled into the couch with his warm cup of coffee. He sighed in contempt and was about to take a sip when he heard little footsteps patter down the stairs.
John groaned.
He recognized the footsteps well enough to know it was Sammy.
He was waiting for the moment when Sammy realized he was home. It wasn't a very long wait.
"Daddy!" Sammy squealed with delight at having seen his father.
John couldn't help but smile. "Hey Sammy, what have you been up to tiger?"
Sammy settled next to his Daddy and contemplated all the things he did today.
"Unca Bobby's fun Daddy can we stay more?"
John was a little taken aback that his little chatter box wasn't vividly giving him an in detail report of his day. "Sure buddy we can come back."
Sammy hugged him fiercely and John returned the hug just as tight.
Dean smiled a winning smile as he panted harshly. With all the energy leaving his body knowing that, the threat was eliminated for now left him drained.
"Shit Sammy way to batter his brains in."
Sammy gave him a lopsided grin that was barely concealing his pain. "I always excelled at that part of Dad's lessons."
Then Sam winced remembering the all too touchy subject of there Dad. However, Dean surprised him.
"You sure did little brother you sure did."
Then Sam smiled an actual mega watt smile. Things were rough right now. The hunts got harder and with there Dad not here to help in the hunt, it seemed as if it was all overwhelming Sam. The wonder if what the yellow-eyed demon said was true and the constant worry of his sibling completely losing control. But as Sam stood there with a broken arm, a sprained wrist, and probably a matching concussion. He couldn't have been any happier.
"Now get me the hell out of this chair. I had enough of this kinky ass nightmare."
Sam rolled his eyes.
One week later:
Bobby couldn't keep the grin off his face at the two boys in his salvage yard.
Once he got to Florida he make quick workings of a plan to help the boys all to be interrupted though by Dean calling telling him that everything was ok and Sam was a little banged up but ok as well.
Bobby rolled his eyes at that. A little banged up was an exaggeration. The kid damn near broke his other arm and had one hell of a concussion. But thankfully it was just a severe sprain and with some grumbling and whining on Sam's part, he finally went to a clinic to get it looked at.
One ace bandaged wrap and a sling later and he was all ready to go. Looking across the yard he could see both boys engaging in a most needed talk while sipping some bear. The sun was almost down and the sky was bathed in brilliant pinks and oranges as it departed.
Both boys looked so serene and finally at peace that it almost brought tears to Bobby's eyes. The two have done nothing but argue and Bobby couldn't have been any happier that there relationship was finally on the mend.
Stepping into the house Bobby let the two boys have there moment together as he went and fixed supper.
"You know what?"
"What?" Sam questioned as he sipped (or at least tried to) on his beer. His left arm was immobilized in a sling (which he did not want) due to the fact to keep his wrist steady while it heals. 'Supposedly' all severe sprains need one but Sam just rolled his eyes at that. So holding onto a beer bottle was a difficult task but not impossible.
He breathed in an air as the sun went down. Inhaled the scent of the soft grass beneath him and smiled at the way Dean's shoulder brushed his every now and again.
"I never actually got to watch a sunset." Dean replied.
Sam looked at his brother and saw the awestruck appearance in his eyes.
"I use to watch them every night when I was at Stanford. Jess….she use to bring a picnic basket so we could have one during the sunset." Sam relied quietly. He never told anyone that before. It was his and Jess' little secret. Now though the tight band that use to be around his heart lessoned.
Dean smiled that all knowing and sympathetic smiles that he use to flash when Sam's date stood him up or he just got in a fight with Dad.
"I'm sorry Sammy."
Sam had to do a double take at that. Sorry? For what? Dean knew how much it irritated him when people would tell him how sorry they were about what happened to Jess. He didn't need there apologizes. They meant nothing. All he needed was some goddamn answers and a little thing called sweet revenge.
Realizing his head was going into a dark place, he turned toward his brother to notice that he was still staring at the sunset. His face was so serene and calm as if he hadn't had a care in the world.
"Sorry for what?
"For the way I've been acting toward you. I know you didn't deserve it but I was…I just…." Dean trailed off shaking his head.
Sam knew his brother well enough to know exactly what he was saying. "It's ok I unde-"
"No, don't. I need to finish this."
Sam nodded his head silently as he urged his brother on.
"Damnit Sammy I was so angry. Angry at Dad mostly but I let it cloud my vision and somehow it got distorted to where I was angry at you. I know he was your Dad too and you're grieving just as much as me but I was blinded man. He was just gone and I couldn't handle it. But you know what I realized n the past few days?"
"What?" Sam asked softly his eyes misting over with tears at his brothers quiet confession.
"That life isn't over. I use to look up to him like nothing could touch him, I mean I still do but I'd realized that just because he's not here doesn't mean everything is done and gone for ya know."
"Yeah, I know how much you loved him Dean."
"Well I know how much you loved him too. No matter how mad you got at him, you still loved him. No matter all the shit he used to pull, he would yell at you until he got blue in the face but you still loved him and he loved you just as much."
Sam swallowed the painful lump in his throat. "Yeah."
"The most important thing I come to realize is that I still got the most important thing in the world right next to my shoulder."
Sam's tears cascaded down his face now. Never had his brother admitted something so emotional and just down right open before. All he could do was nod.
"And it's time to start kicking ass again. You and me against the world." Dean's arm wound it's way around his shoulder. A comforting presence. As the sun completely left the sky, Sam knew everything would be all right.
He picked up his beer bottle awkwardly and held it out.
"Together." He smiled.
Dean returned the gesture with his own grin. "Together."
They clinked the beer bottles together and set about watching the stars and waiting for a new day.
The End
Oh I think I'm gonna cry *wahhhahaaa* I never wrote something so emotional before. I hope I have enough virtual tissues for you all. I just want to say that I had so much fun writing this and I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. My next chapter for The Things you Do should be out soon and I hope you all drop a review so let me know how I did. Love ya all. See ya. Thanx Charity
