Try Honesty
A/N- eh hem (hides) ok I know it's been a very long time and I am eternally sorry for that I just sort of lost my way with this fic, but after watching a few supernatural episodes again I have found my way again. Hopefully I will be updating this more frequently and as long as you keep pestering me you will get more, I am sorry and as a peace giving please have Sam and Dean and do with them as you will,
Enjoy the chapter, this is dedicated to all the people I left waiting for so long, sincerest apologies,
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Perishing Ties
Dean is terrified of being alone, it's his weakness, he watches everything around him disintegrate, all relationships he establishes turn to dust and catch on the wind. Out of everyone in his life Dean thought that Sam would always be there for him and when he wasn't he broke a piece of his brother that was irreparable. Sam's always thought that Dean would understand, but Sam never knew of the things that Dean had sacrificed for him nor had he ever really realised how much Dean really cared.
They slowly pulled themselves from the darkness, ringing ears and pounding headaches, Dean groaned into the floor, moving slightly and hearing a clinking sound as he did. He slowly moved so that he was on his knees, heels of his hands digging into his eyes as he forced the blurriness that had consumed them away. Sam massaged his temples trying desperately to expel the pain in his head. Opening his eyes he stared up at Dean, feeling the blood drain from his face as it was an all too familiar predicament.
The elder Winchester had been chained to the wall, exactly as Sam had pictured in his dream, Dean glanced from his younger brother to the shackles around his wrists and ankles, rusted from age and scraping at his flesh. Hazel eyes found those of the younger Winchester a slightly confused look on his face.
"What the hell is going on here?" Dean asked seemingly to Sam but really to anyone who might know the answer, the younger just shrugged, not really sure but still unnerved by the situation they had found themselves in.
"Not entirely sure, don't panic," Sam explained, trying to find a way to undo the shackles, Dean raised an eyebrow at that comment.
"Didn't think I was," He rolled his eyes as Sam began to look round the room for a key with which to open the locks, after what seemed like an eternity to Dean the young Winchester gave up the search. "Sam, I really doubt they'd just leave the key lying around to find after going to all this trouble,"
"At least I'm trying," Sam muttered, Dean just glanced at the chains around his wrists and it seemed that was enough said. Sam seemed distressed, worried, and borderline panicked; Dean hadn't seen him like this for a while now.
"Sam, calm down will you," the younger sighed and ran his hands through his hair, he was on edge he knew it, but he couldn't let Dean know why. Things were just too similar to what he had seen, when he looked at his elder brother they both knew that something was very wrong and that maybe they had found themselves in too deep. "It's going to be ok," neither believed it but sometimes it's good to just hear it.
"I told you," May sat in the corner clutching her doll, rocking back and forth like an addict awaiting their next fix.
"I was always terrible at following advice," Dean said with a smile, the girl didn't smile back just shook her head.
"She's going to kill you," she whispered and the laughter of children and pounding of footsteps became louder and louder, the doll shook in her hands and she screamed. Sam collapsed in front of her. She met his eyes, still screaming a terrible horrific sound filled with the pain of a thousand lifetimes.
"Can you help us?" Sam asked, she glanced up at him, red-rimmed blue eyes and tears on her cheeks,
"No one can help you now just like no one could help us," she whispered,
"Sammy," Dean called out in that husky voice that always meant he was in some sort of trouble. The younger Winchester almost didn't want to turn around; when he did he regretted it immensely. Evangeline Rosenkreuz stood behind Dean, a blade to his throat; the elder Winchester gave a wry smile. "Guess someone's excited to see me," He muttered, she pressed into his neck a little harder.
"I have never come across such insolence," she ground out all but hissing into her ears, she pulled the knife away and slapped him across the face, so hard that her nails cut the skin on his face.
"Stop it!" Sam demanded, she turned her head at an ungodly angle to glance at him; she smirked slowly stalking over to him.
"You honestly don't want me to hurt him? After everything that he's done to you," she wound her arms around him, "after everything he's said to you, how he's made you feel, worthless. You betrayed him, you're family, he'll take everything you love from you so that you're just as alone as he is."
"Don't listen to her Sammy," his eyes met those of Dean's, the elder Winchester narrowed his eyes at her, "what did you do here? What's keeping you here?" she smiled,
"Why does it matter Dean, don't you want to get back at your brother, for everything that he did, abandoning you, looking down on you when all you ever did was your best for him. Why did you always give everything Dean, what sick twisted reason did you have for sacrificing your own childhood like you did?"
"Shut up you crazy murdering bitch," he snarled, tugging at the chains that held him,
"Look at him Sam, like a dog on a leash, lashing out at everyone that gets near him, he just exists to follow orders, doesn't he? He never went out of his way to find a life for himself and he never wanted you to break away either did he? He wanted you to suffer just as he has." Sam was quiet as he listened to her, "why haven't you told him about the rest of the tape? What's so terrible that you're keeping it hidden?"
"Sam, don't listen to her, listen to me, Sammy look at me," Dean all but begged, trying to find his baby brothers eyes, "for God's sake Sam don't do this again," she moved in the blink of an eye, digging the knife into Dean's side, he screamed out and tugged at the chains once again to no avail. Sam yelled out, Eva held him back, smirking all the while.
"He's always going to be holding you back Sam," Sam can't deny that he hasn't thought that sometimes, that he hasn't thought any of it because at one point or another he has had everyone of those thoughts pass through his mind. He glances up at his brother, grimacing in pain as the blood bubbles through his clothes. He's lived a life without Dean, it was what it was, he'd lived but he had missed him, not a day went past when he hadn't thought of him.
Dean groaned slightly as warmth of the blood began to spread across his skin, oozing slowly from the wound in his stomach.
"He's going to let you die," Eva's voice whispered into his ear and he looked at Sam wondering if maybe he would. Wondering if it was the answer to all of Sam's prayers so that he could go back to Stanford and his 'normal' life without any of the guilt Dean might burden him with.
"Sammy," he all but whispered, the blood having soaked through his shirt beginning to drop onto the floor beneath him. Eva smirked, running her hand through Sam's hair and across his face,
"Kill him," she half pleaded half demanded, Sam fumbled for the gun held in the back of his jeans, concealed by his jacket. Bringing it to his side he removed the safety and slowly began to lift it. Dean shook his head as he watched his brother,
"Why Sam?" He just allowed his head to fall, hiding his emotions from his baby brother as Eva continued to whisper orders. "Don't," he all but begged, the begging was followed and ended quickly by the resounding sound of a gunshot.
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Well there it is I know it was short but I felt I had to get something out ASAP, sorry if it wasn't up to scratch, will get better just trying to get back into the swing of things, once again sorry for the wait
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