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Sam and Dean are unrelated and 19 and 15.
OMG! I am SOOOO sorry you guys! I've been so incredibly busy lately! After the huge snow storm, my teachers decided that having a combined 5 tests in one week was the way to go. On top of all the hw assignments T^T
Anyway, doyleshuny has been bugging me so now I FINALLY finished the next chapter. It's not as long as I would have liked it to be, but it was a pretty natural ending for a chap and I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer.
Enjoy chapter nine!
Okay, what now?
Dean thought about what he and John usually did when they got to a motel. Unpack, clean weapons... I need a shower. Dean looked over at Sam, who had his eyes cast down away from Dean. Now that I think about it... Sam smells like CRAP. Dean hadn't really thought about it before and he didn't really know why, but Sam smelled like rotten fast food mixed with engine grease. Not the most pleasant smell.
"Alright," Dean said softly. "Let's get you into the shower."
It took a moment for Sam to process the words, but as soon as he did, he began to panic. "N-no...! Please! I-I'll be good! Just pl-lease...!"
Dean wrinkled his nose a little in disgust. "Dude, you're nasty. You need a shower."
Sam shook his head in fear, starting to crawl backwards away from Dean. "No...! I'll do anything! Please!"
Dean frowned a little. The fear Sam was showing seemed a little irrational. Not wanting to scare Sam any more than he already has and still feeling guilty over what happened a few minutes ago, Dean slowly knelt to Sam's level, swallowing as Sam flinched away from him. "Sam... why don't you want to take a shower?"
Sam allowed his eyes to briefly meet Dean's before quickly pointing them downward in submission again. "H-hurts... hurts bad... please..." he begged.
Dean let out a little laugh, despite himself. "A shower hurts? Why on earth would a shower hurt? It's just water -- " Dean stopped as Sam flinched at the word. Frowning slightly, he quickly replayed the last sentence in his head. Then, as it clicked, Dean's eyes widened with horror.
"Holy water..." Dean said, more to himself than to Sam. He ran a hand over his face. "God, why didn't I think of that?"
Sam, meanwhile, was mentally hitting himself. Stupid! Gave him the idea! Are you masochist or something?? Just keep your stupid mouth shut, you fucking idiot!
"Sam, stop!"
Sam gasped as Dean suddenly grabbed his arms, but then he noticed what his arms were doing. I guess not mentally hitting myself...
Dean licked his lips, feeling in every way out of his league. "Sam..." Dean sighed. "It's not holy water. It's just regular water. It won't hurt you."
Sam frowned a little in confusion, shaking a little in Dean's grip. "W-what'dya mean?"
Dean didn't say anything for a moment, trying to think of the most tactful way to do this. "Wait here." Dean stood and quickly walked to the bathroom.
Sam, more confused as ever, leaned forward slightly, his eyes following Dean's form as he disappeared into the bathroom. An innate curiosity was stirring within him. But when Dean came out with a glass of water, Sam quickly cowered back.
Dean knelt in front of Sam again, keeping his eyes on him. He held up the glass to eye level. "Just water. Not blessed or infused with salt. It won't hurt you."
Doubt started to creep into Sam's mind, but he still cowered away fearfully, his eyes glued on the glass.
Dean dipped his fingers into the water then lightly touched Sam's arm. Sam flinched away, feeling the phantom burning on his arm where Dean touched his skin.
But there was no actual pain.
Dean dipped his finger in the water again, gently rubbing it against Sam's arm, a little hope bubbling up inside him when Sam started to relax, a look of confusion on his face. Sam looked at where Dean was rubbing the water on his arm for a moment, then slowly looked up at Dean hesitantly, his frown deepening. What's going on?
"See? Not holy water. It's not going to hurt you," Dean said calmly.
Watching Dean tentatively through his greasy bangs, Sam sat up a little straighter. "Why?" he asked quietly.
Dean frowned. "Why what?"
"Why... why... aren't you... hurting me?" Sam asked impossibly quiet, dropping his gaze to the floor.
Dean bit his lip, the words I have echoing in his head. He really had no idea how to answer that question. Heck, Dean didn't even know why he wasn't hurting Sam, even though he's thought all of this through dozens of times in his head already. He blurted out the first thing he could think of.
"You're not evil."
Okaaaay, that really wasn't what Dean was expecting.
Or Sam for that matter. He looked back up at Dean, fear and hesitation in his eyes. Not evil? For years, Sam has had it beaten and branded into his brain that he was nothing but an evil son of a bitch. A demon from hell. Every single person he met punished him for what he was. Used him and then tossed him aside like nothing more than a dead sewer rat.
He couldn't die. He couldn't be exorcised. Gordon was right, he had to keep Sam under control before he killed someone else too. Just like he killed his mother.
When the image of his mother floated up to the surface of his mind, involuntary tears spilled over, falling down his face. He knew Dean would get mad at him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get himself to stop.
Dean looked a little lost when Sam started crying. Soft cries that were interrupted by the occasional little hiccup. Dean's never really dealt with anyone crying before. If there were victims who were crying after the death of a loved one or nearly escaping death from some supernatural entity, then all they really had to do was drop them off at the hospital then get the hell out of dodge before the cops suspected them of anything.
That wasn't really an option at this juncture.
"Hey, buddy..." Dean said forcefully, not really knowing what else to say. Gently placing his hands on Sam's arms, he rubbed them a little. "It's okay... It's..." He closed his eyes and sighed, feeling completely lost. "It's okay, Sam."
Sam flinched a little as Dean placed his hands on him, but didn't move. Dean's words, quite frankly, were anything but soothing. They were obviously ingenuine and forced. But for some reason, Sam almost immediately started to calm down, his cries turning into nothing but the occasional hiccup. Dean's warm callused hands against his arms brought him some sort of strange comfort inside of him. Small as it was, it also seemed to calm Sam's breathing down.
As Sam started to calm down, Dean turned to the bathroom, keeping one hand on Sam's shoulder. "Let's get you into the shower."
Sam stiffened automatically, but then remembered the glass of water. "Won't hurt me..." he said quietly, trying to reassure himself.
Gently gripping Sam's arm, Dean stood, pulling Sam into a standing position. Sam flinched a little, but let Dean do whatever he wanted. Just do everything he says... maybe he's not lying and it really won't hurt. His trembling intensify as they entered the bathroom, a soft keening escaping from the back of his throat.
Seeing Sam's fear, Dean started the water on low, making sure it was mildly warm. Thankfully, this shower could also be used as a bathtub. He imagined it would be easier for Sam to take a bath instead of a shower. He kept his hand under the water, turning it palm down. "C'mon, Sam. It won't hurt you."
Sam lifted a shaky hand, knowing that if he didn't do it, Dean would probably grab him and make him do it. Holding back for just an instant, Sam squeezed his eyes shut and stuck his hand under the water.
As before, there was a phantom burning, but no pain. No pain whatsoever.
Sam opened his eyes and stared at his trembling hand. It wasn't sizzling or burning up under the water. It didn't feel like acid as it ran over his skin. It just simply... fell over his hand.
Dean watched as Sam flexed his hand under the water in wonderment. He swallowed hard and bit his lip when he saw that Sam's eyes were black again. Seeing the pitless orbs made Dean want to attack, strangle, hurt...
But a hesitant smile was on Sam's face and the blackness started to recede. And not a moment later, Sam just looked like a kid again.
"How old are you?" Watching Sam smile in wonderment made him seem relatively young, but judging from his height, Dean suspected Sam might be older than he looks.
Sam just shrugged, still staring at his hand under the water. "I dunno."
Dean nodded, hoping John was able to get his hands on that folder that Gordon had.
Sam jerked his hand back as Dean leaned forward, putting the water on high, filling up the bathtub. "Alright. You get yourself washed. And holler when you're done."
Sam watched Dean's back as he left the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He looked back at the tub, running his fingers through the warm water. Sam never realized before how smooth and silky water was. When Sam thought back, shifting through his memories, all the water was burning agony, falling on him like thousands of acid-covered needles.
Without taking off his clothes, Sam climbed into the tub, submerging himself under the soothing water. Enjoying the warmth, Sam curled his body under the surface and dipped his head under.
He laughed as he played with the water, making it go back and forth between his hands and making small splashes. He ran a hand through his hair, untangling the knots the best he could and squeezing out the brown dirty excess water.
When the water around him was a murky brown and no longer warm, Sam just sat there in the water, contemplating his next actions. Dean had said to call for him, but if he was doing something, wouldn't Sam be interrupting?
Dean and John... Why they weren't hurting him, Sam didn't know, but he had to make sure not to anger them. Squeezing his arms tightly, Sam silently told himself to follow everything they said to the letter. They seemed to be giving him a chance and he didn't want to screw it up.
Fear curling in his stomach, Sam rested his head on his knee and waited, not wanting to interrupt anything Dean might be doing.
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