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Sorry for the delay.
Thanks, sis for all your help… love you. Me gustas tu. Hab dich lieb. Ego te amo.
bia1007, wow thanks so much. Yeah… well Sammy is still scared and Dean isn't so happy himself… I was so glad to hear that you liked the last chapter so much.
FLD, :D thanks for reviewing. Hug you back.
KindaWierd, :D Thanks so much… sorry that I took so long.
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Conveying comfort
Sam woke up, hearing the quiet voice of his brother. The younger boy was facing the wall, feeling Dean's leg against his back.
"…I have no idea…" He heard Dean say, guessing that their were talking about the hunt. Though Sam knew that he had no right to listen, he wanted to get all information.
There was a long pause, before Dean went on. "He is a genius, I think. I just have to help him in maths."
"You're good in maths?" John asked with disbelieve. Dean chuckled slightly.
"Yeah… apparently I'm good… though maths and sports were my only subjects I'm good in." Dean moved a little, settling his elbow on Sam's shoulder. Sam shifted a little closer, hoping that Dean wouldn't get, that he was awake. "Every time I'm helping him in maths he is better than I am afterwards." Dean chuckled.
"It has been a long time that I've helped him with this kind of things." John envied Dean for being so close to Sam.
"Nah…" Dean grinned. "I guess you would lose your nerves with this smart ass." He told his father affectionately.
Sam closed his eyes again, biting his lip, when he heard his brother's words. It weren't the words which made him fight against tears, but the way his brother were saying them. He couldn't help but think that he could have lost his brother the day before. This thought made him feel sick. He moved like he was still asleep, so he could bury his face into Dean's leg.
Dean knew that his brother was awake, he knew it from the second his brother woke up. When Sam was asleep he moved more natural, always matching Dean's position. Not wanting to embarrass his little brother, he pretended to think that Sam was still asleep.
"Sam's girlfriend…" John began, watching Dean moving his hand over Sam's head. He didn't see the sights, that Sam was awake, but he wondered, why Sam didn't actually wake up with Dean caressing his hair. "…how is she?"
"Nice…" Dean stated. "The first time I saw her I was surprised, she is somebody I would date, not somebody Sammy would be friends with, but she seems to be good for him." Dean ran his hand over the back of Sam's head; something wasn't right inside his brother, he was hurting.
"It's really the first girl he kissed?" John asked, curiously.
Dean thought a moment whether he wanted to answer the older man. It was something the seven-teen year old boy on his side should tell their father himself, but when Sam didn't protest, he went on. "Yeah… Sammy wants to make it something special… and dad… it was something special for him." John didn't want to push Dean for further explanations, knowing that he wouldn't say more. Dean was sitting there, just smiling happily about his little brother.
"I'm pretty proud of him" Dean confessed silently, willing Sam to hear that, brushing some bangs out of the younger boy's forehead. This was too much for the kid, his mouth escaped a little sob.
Dean looked down, feeling the boys tremble, even John switched seats, sitting down on the edge of the bed, taken by surprise, when he realized that his son was awake. "What's up son?" He asked, a hand cupping Sam's calve.
"Hey Sammy… sit up." Dean soothed, an arm around his little brother's back, so he could help him sit.
Sam was trying to control his tears, gripping Dean's shirt, letting his forehead fall against Dean's shoulder. Dean immediately knew what was going on. "Hey, hey, Sammy… everything is fine. I'm okay and so is dad."
"I was so…" Sam's voice was trembling.
"Yeah… me, too." Dean soothed, nodding. "When I saw you pressed against this table, I felt like dying, but Sammy… it's okay… we're really fine."
John looked at Dean in awe; the boy was able to take his brother's pain away by just talking to him.
"Hey boys…" John scooted closer to them. "… what do you think, we don't go hunting today, but talk to your two friends. I guess they have a little shock from the night yesterday."
"What do you think?" Dean asked his brother. Sam just nodded, pushing away from Dean's shoulder, looking down sheepishly.
"Go change." Dean ordered, pulling onto Sam's hand, so his brother had to stand up, gently smacking the small of Sam's back, forcing him to the bathroom this way.
"Everything okay?" John asked, when Dean let his head bang against the headboard of the bed.
"It really wasn't easy yesterday night, but Sam saw me die… I can't even imagine seeing him die." Dean ran a hand through his hair.
John stood up and turned around, so he didn't have to face Dean. His older boy would see the pain in his face. He was happy that his boys were getting along this well, but he was their father, he could at least hope that his sons were caring about him.
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"You're okay, Sammy?" Dean asked. The two brothers were standing in front of Tanja's door, waiting for her. John didn't want to visit them, too, insisting to drive to the police-station.
"Hey Tanja" Dean greeted her, guiding Sam into the entrance. "How are you?"
"Well…" The girl was pale, looking like shit. "…I'm not injured and Conny is fine, too. She is in my room…"
The three people went upstairs, in Tanja's room, Conny was laying on the bed, looking up briefly, not even able to toss Dean a small smile.
"What happened yesterday?" Tanja asked, her voice was forced out, even furious.
"You remember that you have told us this story about the Perchta?" Dean asked, sitting down on the bed beside Conny, pulling Sam with him, he had an arm around Sam's shoulder; his brother was still pale, eyes puffy.
"Ha…" Tanja let out a high loud, that was supposed to sound like a laugher. "You don't wanna tell me that it was actually a ghost… a vengeful spirit?"
"I'm afraid that I want to tell you exactly this." Dean stated. Conny who had sat up, starred at the boys, without a movement, while Tanja was pacing up and down the room, shaking her head.
"You have to be kidding me." She murmured, glaring at the floor.
"I'm sorry… you aren't mean to know that, but it's how it is, I just want to make sure that you two are okay." Dean responded.
"I can't believe it, but whatever it is, you saved our live and we're thankful for it." Tanja sighed, sitting down on the chair.
Conny nodded, a tear escaping her eyes. "Yeah… though I guess that Christina is… dead." She whispered the last word. Dean glanced at Sam, who was looking at his hands. His brother could comprehend this torment the girls went through. He felt this agony yesterday, too, a lot worse.
Suddenly a red cat came into the room. The paws making now sound, when he jumped onto the bed, sitting down between Conny and Dean. Dean smiled down at the cat, moving his hand gently over the fur.
"Napoleon" Tanja nodded to the cute animal, which was purring happily, moving so he was laying on Dean's lap. Sam dropped his head on Dean's shoulder, watching the cat.
"I'm sorry that you did find it out…" Dean apologized, knowing that this acknowledge was something both girls have to live with.
"How often does a normal person see a ghost in their life?" Conny asked.
"Once... I guess…" Dean stated.
"Well… we have seen our one and after you've wasted it we don't have to worry anymore… right?" Tanja asked, a kind smile on her face. Dean grinned back, nodding.
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