Chapter 10:
When Sam woke up the next morning everything was fuzzy and he was confused. He remembered the hunt the night before, but he didn't know what had happened after that. He shifted and felt a slight sting coming from his side, and jumped when he realized Dean was asleep on the bed next to him, leaning against the headboard with his head leaning down against his chest. Sam looked around the room, and saw Caleb sitting at the table in the corner, reading a magazine. Sam stood slowly, trying not to wake his brother and walked over to the table. Caleb heard Sam get up, but he sat silently waiting to see what he would do. Sam slid into the seat across from Caleb.
"How you doing kid?"
"M'fine…" Sam answered, wincing as he shifted. "Did I get hurt?"
"Just a scratch and some bruised ribs from getting thrown to the ground last night Deuce fixed it up, don't you remember?"
"Kinda… we killed the shapeshifter right?"
"Actually you killed the shapeshifter, silver knife to the heart, job well done Sammy."
"Yeah I remember that… I had her blood all over me." Caleb shifted uncomfortably, trying to decide if he should wake Dean up or not.
"It's all gone now Runt, don't worry about it." Sam tensed.
"I freaked out again, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you did." Dean answered. Caleb and Sam turned towards Dean whose eyes were now open and watching Sam carefully.
"I'm sorry Dean…"
"I'm not mad at you Sammy, I just want to know what is going on with you." Sam swallowed harshly, and he wrapped his arms around his body.
"I can't explain it…" Dean sighed and made his way over to the table, sitting between his brother and best friend.
"Try. I can't help you if you don't let me in… What the hell is scaring you?"
"I just having been feeling right since I had that dream about Mom and the Yellow Eyed man."
"Sammy… he isn't gonna hurt you." Caleb said.
"I'm not scared he is gonna hurt me… I'm scared of what he did to me."
"We don't know that he did anything." Dean said.
"No, you don't want to think he did, I know he did. I can feel it, I'm different, and I'm not clean…"
"Okay kid, enough of that… anyone else talks as much shit about my little brother as you have in the past few weeks, I would be pounding them into the ground, you don't get to do it either."
"Dean…"
"No. Enough. I can deal with you arranging the shampoo by size, and taking an hour to fold your clothes perfectly so you can put them away in your duffle, but there is nothing unclean about you…"
"You don't know that De…" Sam whispered. Dean lifted his brother's chin so he could look him in the eye.
"I don't care what he did to you Sammy, I know who you are. You are the best of all of us… You are a good person Sammy… You're all good." Sam's eyes were glassy, and he nodded.
"Okay Dean."
"Say it Sammy."
"I'm all good…" Dean smiled softly.
"Okay, go get cleaned up so we can head back to the farm." Sam nodded and went into the bathroom, the water turned on a few minutes later.
"Do you think he believes anything you just said?" Caleb asked.
"I don't know… but I will tell him over and over again until he believes it." Caleb nodded.
"Do you believe it?" Dean quirked his eye at Caleb.
"Sam is a good person Damien… and I mean hell even if he was the antichrist, he would still me my brother, and I wouldn't let him do this to himself." Caleb sighed.
"You know Deuce, there is a good chance that something happened to Sam in that nursery… those dreams didn't just appear by themselves."
"I know… but I'm not gonna let anything get to Sam, I don't care what that son of a bitch did to him. Give me some credit Damien, I have never gave a shit what people have said about you, I'm not gonna care what people say about Sam." Caleb couldn't deny that the Winchester's had been accepting of him, even when rumors of his demon heritage began to surface.
"Alright so how are you gonna handle this? Cause your Dad seems to have himself convinced nothing is wrong."
"I don't know if Sam will ever be the same as he was, but I am gonna get it through his head that there is nothing wrong with him. I mean he can be a clean freak all he wants, but this waking up from nightmares, scared he is going to taint me, scratching himself all to hell bullshit is gonna stop."
"Can I give you some advice?" Caleb asked. Dean nodded. "I know it isn't the same thing, but when I started having visions and stuff, it messed me up for awhile… even after I knew what they were, and I appreciate that I had family to help me through it, but I kinda had to heal myself… so be there for Sam, but you can't force him to feel better, he will come around when its time. Just be his brother."
"How? How do I just be his brother in this situation?" Caleb laughed softly.
"You do not need me to tell you how to do that. You have never needed anyone else to tell you how to deal with Sammy. You aren't gonna screw up that job."
"Okay… well, we will get him back to the farm and take it from there." Dean stood and began to pack up his bags, so they could leave as quickly as possible.
"Hey Deuce?"
"Yeah?"
"You know… you are good too right?" Dean snorted.
"Yeah, I know Damien." Dean answered trying to dismiss his friend.
"No I mean, everything good in Sam is because of you, if he is all good, then so are you. Don't forget that okay?" Dean swallowed.
"Yeah okay, thanks…."
"Anytime kiddo, anytime."