This chapter is going to be like SUPER short. I just got like really bored with nothing to do and thought 'Why don't you just write another chapter' so here i am. So yea you know i am like a music FREAK and my little sister just stole my friggin radio so now when i am done with this am going to go kick her ass [evil grin.] Wish me luck. Oh and it just hit me, i would so totally be Dean between me and my sister. I have more incommin with Dean and Sam with her. I mean except the sacrificial and really nice stuff Sam does, Hunter is just a jerkface. And by the way I am oldest. If you have a brother or sister you should totally try to see which is which.
It's kinda fun when you don't have crap else to do. And Kelsey I actually am doing some wincest [sorry don't really like Destiels] but i need to get some other fics out of my chest and into the air 1st.
Chapter 10
I Belong Here
"Sammy," Dean breathed, looking fondly at his little brother.
Sam was truly speechless as he took a step forward. He kept blinking, with his mouth standing agape. When he finally found his
tounge the stuttering still followed. "DDean?" Tears tears mixed and blended the blues that flowed around the room. Createing a symphony of oceans and skies.
Dean's blue eyes glowed as they mirrored his. Walking over to where the tall man was frozen, he reached out to Sam's face. Sam searched his brother's pure blue orbs and what he found almost brought a cascade to rain upon his red cheeks. There, clear as day, was fear, despair, and pleading. The man was begging for mercy and release, release from his violet colored jail cell. The emotions were so strong he almost crumbled in the sorrow that ran freely in his brother's eyes.
Dean was asking for him to save him.
No doubt would be found once you gazed into those bottomless pools.
Dean may not [probably, more then likely] even know he was asking. But Sam now had his mind souly set on it.
Getting his big brother out, and he doesn't care how long it takes. He hadn't remember closing his eyes nor turning his head but when he again opened them he saw Dean.
Dean's face was stained and sticky. Water trailing water trailing lazily down his cheeks. He appeared so totally lost and broken, Sam heart shattered right there and then, into a million pieces.
"Sam, I'm sorry..." Dean was suddenly interruped by a gust of wind, chilling the night air, sending the curtains, hanging off the windows, flying.
Dean's expression then suddenly blanked. He stared over Sam's head at nothing in particular. "But this is my home now. It is where I belong," Dean loudly announced, all his hollow feelings forgotten.
"It is where I will stay."