Title : How to Thank Someone
Disclaimer : Me no own, You no sue.
WARNINGS Slight INCEST and language
Note : Bold italics Voice is Sam's head and Italics Sam's thoughts
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Chapter One : In the Beginning
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"I love you, Sammy."
His voice is hoarse as he lies in the hospital bed.
"I love you, too, Deanio."
You reply as you squeeze his hand tightly and let him know that you're here.
He glares at you
From underneath heavy eyelids
At the nickname.
"Now we're even."
You tell him
Placing a kiss on his forehead
Just before the doctor walks in with a smile on his face
And good news on the tip of his tongue.
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Another one bites the dust.
You think as the Wendigo burns
And Dean laughs by your side.
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It's all going to-
Your thoughts are interrupted
As Dean presses his lips against yours
And demands that you stop worrying
Because he can fix this, no problem.
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"Easy, Sammy."
He's laughing at you quietly
As he dips his fingers in the oinment
And slowly dresses your wounds.
"It's not funny."
You snarl.
Hating yourself for being
So weak.
"You're right, it's fucking hilarious."
And then he throws his head back
And just laughs.
"Jerk."
You mutter.
But it doesn't do any good
Because you can't stay mad at him for very long.
And he knows it.
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Okay, yeah, that hurts.
Your hands fly to your temples
And you try to will away the vision
Before it becomes too intense.
Oh look, the floor.
"Sam!"
Dean is suddenly there,
And the pain is no longer
Something that is of concern to you.
Because now that you're in Dean's arms,
The pain is gone.
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"We'll find Dad, so don't worry."
Dean slaps you on the back
And you feel like ripping your hair out
Right then and there.
Why can't you just tell him?
Whispers a voice
That sounds a bit like Jessica.
"That's not-."
You sigh
And push it aside.
For now.
You can tell him later.
You tell yourself.
And of course,
You never get around to it.
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I knew it!
The voice that sounds
Like Jessica is screaming.
It's giving you a headache.
Another one.
"How could you do it?"
You demand of
Your father.
He shakes his head
And answers with:
"It needs to be done in order to get what we want."
"No."
Is all you say.
And with tears in your eyes and fury in your throat,
The trigger is pulled.
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You're in trouble now, Sammy.
Says that voice.
You look up.
The tears in your eyes
making it hard to see anything.
"What did you do?"
Dean.
Told you you were in trouble.
Giggles the voice happily.
How you gonna get out of this one?
"Dean-"
You begin
But his eyes never let you finish.
They're so full of hate and betrayal
That you just have to look away.
"What did-?"
Dean's dropped the coffee
And his back is against the door
His eyes never leave
The body.
"I'm not sorry."
Is all you can say
As you drop the pistol...
Step over the body...
And throw up in the toilet.
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