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Chapter 10

Alternate Universe

Dean busted through the door angrily. They had just come back from a hunt. They didn't even stop to rest at a motel after they killed the shapeshifter since it was only about two towns away. They immediately drove back to Bobby's house.

He turned around abruptly in anger to face Sam, who stood staring down at his shoes like a shameful toddler.

The shapeshifter had taken the form of his brother, but it revealed itself easily as it had his brother by the neck, strangling him with his arm and shielding himself with his body, smirking.

"You wanna shoot me, Sammy? You're gonna have to shoot big brother first, then." His smirk turned fully into an evil smile.

Sam stood, pointing his gun at the shapeshifter, shifting his foot. He knew he couldn't shoot his own brother. He didn't have it in him to.

"Sam!" He yelled in a strangled voice, "Sh-shoot him!" He had it all planned out, just as long as his brother shot the damn thing.

He stared, swallowing down the lump as he put his hand down.

"Ahh, that's my boy." The smile still on his face.

Not that he'd ever tell him that, but even if it's the shapeshifter, he missed how Dean said that.

Dean made his move as he kicked the monster in the leg and freed himself from it's grasp, throwing a super hard punch to it's jaw.

"When I told you to shoot the damn thing, you were supposed to shoot Goddamnit!" He yelled.

"I-I'm sorry, I would've had to shoot you." He whispered softly.

"I had it all planned out!" He yelled angrily.

"I didn't think -" He started but got cut off.

"Yeah, you didn't think! Exactly the way you had blindly believed a demon over me!" He snapped, but regretted it immediately as he saw the look pass his brother's face, but he didn't show it. The pain was still buried deep inside somewhere.

"I-I.." He whispered and bit his lip, "I.. I'm sorry." He had his kicked-puppy-look on again.

Dean just walked past him, knowing he had to move away before he opened up all the pain and said worse things to him.

Why can't I ever stop making him mad? He thought brokenly. He stared down at the floor again, walking upstairs, wanting to sleep the pain away. Even though there's one thing missing everyday these days before he falls asleep with an ache in his heart, Dean's soothing promise.

"It'll all be better when you wake up, Sammy."

Sam sat on the edge of his bed and laughed humorlessly as he moved a hand to his cheek, and he wasn't surprised to have it back wet.

"What a baby.." Dean said mockingly.

He bit his lip as his brother's bitter voice echoed in his head.

Dean sat on the kitchen chair, drinking beer. He stared down at the table, fuming in anger at himself. He just scared the kid even more.

Shit! He thought furiously as he slammed a fist down on the table. It was only 'a-hunt-gone-wrong' problem. Yeah, they barely had them but still. He didn't know what happened, maybe that pain that he kept buried deep inside the back of his head forgotten, somehow needed to come out in the open? Or maybe, he also forgot that this wasn't his Sam, one who would probably be yelling back in his face or something, or just pretend nothing hurt and not make him feel like the bad guy. You just had to snap at the kid like that, he thought to himself angrily.

He snapped out of his rageful thoughts at the sound of footsteps, desperately hoping it wasn't Sam. He knew he couldn't deal with him right now, especially not with his teary-eyed kicked puppy expression that this Sam actually overuses.

Bobby appeared at the doorway and walked in. He breathed a barely audible sigh of relief.

"Hey, you guys back?" He smiled.

"Yeah." He said as he twisted the beer bottle in his hands, but suddenly stopped as he noticed, this is the best time to talk to Bobby. He turned his eyes to look at the doorway to see if Sam was there, maybe.

He took a swig of his beer, and stayed silent. He cleared his throat before he started talking. "Hey Bobby.." He said hesitantly.

"Yeah?" He turned away from the fridge after taking a beer out and closing the door, facing Dean and leaning back on the edge of the kitchen drawers.

"Look.. I know you'll probably get kind of confused, maybe call me stupid but.. I'm.. I don't know how I got here. This...this isn't my world.." He waited for some sort of reaction, an 'are-you-crazy?' look. But instead got nothing in return, just a stare that isn't of shock. It was unreadable.

"I believe ya.." He said softly.

"Look, - .. What?" He asked, bewildered. He actually believes him? No way.. maybe he missed out the 'don't' from what he just said, yeah.

"I said.. I believe ya." He repeated to the surprised and bewildered man in front of him.

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