Sam gave a shaky laugh "Knew….she would" he panted out. Dean held his brother tighter and a tear escaped his eye and landed in Sam's hair.
"Tell me more" Sam's voice was low and gruff trying to calm his breathing while hiding the pain from his brother. Habit Sam guessed. To seem stronger than he really felt so his big brother would be proud of him when he was in pain. Even now he wanted Dean to think the pain was nothing that he could handle it. Even if he was ready to rip his hair out, or if he could since his arms were useless and scream until his throat gave out. But he mainly just wanted to sleep.
He hadn't slept in how long had it been there?
How long had it been here? Sam wasn't sure and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know either.
His baby brother was suffering and all he wanted to know about is if Deans life was good.
"I work" Dean was breathing and talking low. He couldn't believe he was doing this but then again Sam had asked. Who was he to deny Sammy of what he wanted. If it had been possible he gave his brother what ever he wanted. "at construction" Sam laughed at that and winced when the cut throbbed from the effort but still he laughed.
Dean smiled. "Hey shut up man. I'm good with putting shit together. Building things." Sam didn't say anything but he curled more into Dean. An unconscious childish gesture. Sam's head was on his chest and his back was pressed into Deans chest his arms circled Sam's shoulders careful not to touch his brothers burnt arms that still made Dean sick to look at. Sam's now broken useless leg was stretched out his foot bending in the opposite direction then a normal foot should be doing.
"I got a truck" Sam seemed to be struggling to look up but he managed to do so and confusion darkening his eyes when hazel met green.
"Yup retired the old baby. Don't hunt anymore." Sam's eyes lightened at that.
He lowered his head hiding the smile that lit his face . He was happy his brother was out.
Happy to know Dean wouldn't have a bloody lonely untimely death. Sam didn't really believe that Dean would listen to him. His whole life had been around hunting and a big part of Sam thought his brother would continue even though he begged him not to.
"Sam?"
"Huh?" Sam's voice low.
Dean missed his brother so much he wanted to know about hell he wanted to make his brother feel better but he didn't know what to say.
"Uh do you remember when we were kids we were at this crappy motel"
Sam jumped in on that one "Dean we were always in a crappy motel" Sam huffed a laugh and flinched. Dean smiled his brother was right they always were crappy. Not once had they had a hotel that went above a 2 star. "But dad was gone simple salt and burn that was extended for 2 weeks.?"
Sam thought about it. "Ya I remember" Dean gave Sam his food when they ran out of money and there last resort was Bobby. Dad had been furious when he came back and Bobby was there taking care of them. He never really understood why his dad got so angry that day. "You were 12 right"
"Ya and you were 8. You had a nightmare for like a week straight but you refused to tell me about it. I finally cornered you and you finally told me. Do you remember what it was about"
"No I don't but I remembered what you said after wards. You said that no matter what you would be here for me that no matter what you wouldn't leave me and I could always come to you no matter what it was about." Sam recalled it like it was yesterday.
It was a memory he recalled a lot in hell when he knew the difference between the real Dean and the fake Dean.
He could always tell but a pit of guilt built up in him, hell had gotten to him. He couldn't even tell the difference anymore and he had stopped replaying that memory when Deans face only caused him pain.
Dean was surprised at how well Sam remembered it but the shift in his brother told him that his brother felt unease about something but Dean let it slide.
"Why bring it up Dean? I want to know more about you." Dean cleared his throat now or never he thought. " and I will tell you more after" he cleared his throat again. " you tell me about hell" his voice died into a whisper. Sam stiffened in arms.
Dean really didn't know if he wanted to know about Sam's time. He had already witnessed a few methods on his brother and that was bad enough.
"How long has it been since I jumped?" Sam's voice was quiet. Deep in thought.
"6 months 22 days 9 hours and 32 minutes"
" Its only been 6 months? Its been about 70 years in the cage Dean and that's all you get." Dean wanted to weep at how long his brother has suffered
"tell me more" Sam pressed. "Please Dean I….I just want to forget for a while. Please" Dean nodded.
He understood and hated himself for bring it up.
Dean began to try and explain about being a soccer dad when Sam stilled in his arms his breathing became pants.
"Sam?" Sam shifted and turned Dean dropped his arms wondering what was happening. Sam slide down and started thrashing.
His brothers back arched a scream tore through Sam as his chest poured blood and was ripped open. Blood spattered everywhere, repainting the old colorless room. Dean screamed for Sam but Sam couldn't hear his brother over his own screams he felt like he was dying but Sam knew it wouldn't be that easy. Nothing ever was for him. He felt and heard his rib cage snapping and being crushed in his chest he screamed if possible even louder.
Dean watched as his brother stopped moving and collapse into Deans lap.
Dean stared in horror at his brothers still pale form.
Sam's face was pale as a sheet and he looked so young. Like his little kid brother but the gaping wound told a different story to Dean. Dean gently lifted Sam and brought him back to his chest looking at the gaping wound in his baby brothers chest. He could see some ribs sticking out of the wound some seemed missing but he had heard the crushing sound and knew that they weren't missing only buried deeper into his chest destroying Sam's organs.
A sob rocked through Dean and soon tears poured out of his eyes falling lightly on his brothers cheek. "Sammy. Oh god Sammy" Dean held him tighter when Sam began to stir. Dean nearly dropped his brother but caught himself.
He didn't believe Sam could still be alive after that. Sam groaned.
He wanted to tell Dean he was ok but he couldn't form the words he couldn't get past the raging pain that surrounded his chest.
"Sammy" Deans voice was like a light in his darkness.
"Sammy. Open your eyes man. Please Sam" he heard Dean sob.
Dean? Sobbing:? No way.
He opened his eyes and looked up at his big brother who had tears running down his face. Deans eyes lit up when Sam meet his eyes. Dean could see the pain in Sam's eyes and wanted to die. Sam was in pain and he could do nothing about it.
"Its ok Dean. This " he gestured with his head towards the gaping wound in his chest while panting. "This isn't gonna get me down" he smiled trying to be strong but his voice came out in a whisper and strained to be heard.
Dean glared as his heart clutched was Sam serious?
Was this nothing to him?
"Sammy" he growled out he wanted his brother to be straight with him but Sam shook his head. "No Dean." he whispered.
"Tell me more" Dean sighed but knew Sam wouldn't let it go. Dean gave in once again.
"I'm basically a soccer dad" he spoke as Sam turned his head back down eyes closing listening to his brothers voice as tears came falling out of Deans eyes. Nothing could contain them and he wasn't going to stop them.
TBC..
more on the way i ended it on a bad note but i just kept typing and typing and it was getting to long. maybe 1 or 2 more chapters. please review guys
