A/N
Hey all! Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Not much action, but I still hope you like it. I liked writing this chapter. Anyway, got a new spark for the story, and I think I'm going to write more tonight and get the next chapter or two! up by tomorrow. I promise by Sunday at least chapter eight will be up!
Chapter Seven
"You're telling me that you know where Sam is?" Dean was shocked, utterly and completely shocked. Dean wasn't going to let Sam and his impala fly. He wasn't going to let not finding Sam fly. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let this fly.
"Yes, that's exactly what I said," Nina smirked. This was her moment, the moment she'd been waiting for. There's nothing like shattering someone's world, especially someone who had a small, delicate world.
"You're going to fucking tell me where he is now," Dean stated. "You're going to tell me how to get to him, and you're going to FUCKING TELL ME HE'S OKAY!"
"He's okay," Nina couldn't hold back the amusement.
"You didn't fucking answer the rest."
"That's because," okay she knew this was going to be fun, but not THIS fun. "Telling you would ruin all the fun, now wouldn't it?"
"Is this a fucking game to you? Because if it is, sweetie you're playing with all the wrong pieces."
"You're right this is a game to me, and so much more. And I did pick all the right pieces."
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His screams should've been enough. From anywhere else, one would've heard the screams. Maybe if he were locked in a basement somewhere in the middle of nowhere, well then no one would hear his screams. But this was different, hell he'd much rather be locked in a basement then here. But life doesn't always give you choices, now does it?
Maybe today was the day. He had a lifeline, everyone had one in every situation, but his was too far away for him to reach. It was always this way; there was a chance he'd be okay, but he couldn't reach it. Despite his brother's jabs at him being taller or him having long arms, he wished they were longer right now. Right now, everything that wasn't possible was possible. He was going to have to figure something out, and fast. Time is a precious thing, and he knew that for sure. He had seen too many people leave before they had time to do anything. Sure sometimes it made sense, why his brother wanted to do this. Imagine giving people back time they thought they wouldn't have. Imagine saving people who were slowly being stripped from their time.
This was it. In one day, he had lost it all. But that wasn't true. He had never really had it. All his life he was chasing something that never could've existed. No one had actually seen the demon that had killed his mom and his girlfriend. No one had actually seen that thing; so therefore, it might've not been there. For all he knew, it was just some crazy person. But he knew better, he was taught to know the truth. Loyalty, honesty, those were funny words. Those meant more to him than anyone else in the world, he imagined. He knew the truth, the truth most didn't want to believe. He had a feeling that everyone knows, they just choose not to believe. God, imagine his life if he got to choose. But that was a fantasy. He was like a little girl, who fantasized about being a princess, or a little boy who wanted to save the world- in superman outfit of course. And while, that little girl never got to be a princess, or the little boy never got to save the world in a superman outfit, he would never get to choose not to believe.
His blank stare was still directed at the small cell phone twenty yards off. Today wasn't his dying day; and neither was tomorrow. If he was going to be ripped of his fantasy, then reality was going to be ripped of its life.
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Dean didn't need anything else. Well that was partially a lie; he'd love to have his mother back. But he didn't need her, hell he didn't need his dad anymore either. Dean learnt all his tricks from his dad, and learned the life he needed to. He never got attached to anyone; well with the exception of two people, his dad and Sam. Sam was the only thing that ever really meant anything to Dean, aside from his car but he'd give up his car for Sam if he absolutely had to. Sam was his only brother, best friend, enemy, fear, inspiration, and everything else. When Sam up and left for college, sure Dean was hurt, Dean wasn't enough for Sam, but Sam was more than enough for Dean. Sam wanted more, more than Dean could ever give him. But it was okay, Dean knew Sam had to find his own thing; he turned his head and wouldn't even watch him leave. He had work to do and that was that.
He tried to let Sam stay out of his thoughts, but ever since the night his mom died and they had learned about all this paranormal stuff, Sam had been more than a baby brother. Now, well then, Dean was his protector. John loved both of them dearly and it was all he had left of Mary. But he loved Mary, and wanted to find her killer so bad, he often drifted from the boys. Sam was not even able to crawl, let alone sit up, when Mary had died. Ever since then Dean took care of Sam. It was like when John told him "take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back," he also said "take care of your brother forever and don't go back remember it's what you're supposed to do." Dean had taken that to heart, and not just because Sam was his baby brother, but because he actually loved him.
Sam was amazing in Dean's mind; he stood up to John, he knew what he wanted, and more than that he went for it. He gave up whatever he had to, and set off for the life Mary would've wanted him to have. Dean knew never in a million years if Mary was still alive would she allow John to raise the boys in this manner. A mother wanted her son's safe, and no one was ever safe in this line of work. But Dean loved Sam and he didn't want that to get in the way of Sam's dreams, hell everyone has dreams and Dean was disappointed when his were crushed. Dean was happy, is happy, he grew to love his line of work. Regardless of that and the fact that he loved Sam more than anyone in the world, Dean failed to visit Sam.
They were split right down the middle, and only Dean felt it. John and Sam fought, and ended their relationship then and there, but Dean watched from afar. He wanted Sam to stay, he loved Sam just as much as John did, if not more, but he wanted to see Sam happy. Sam was clearly not happy. So Dean stood in the background, and went back to work ignoring the fight the men carried out before Sam left. Sam left the next morning, no goodbye or farewells, just left. John moved on, but only because he checked up on Sam every now and then at college. Palo Alto seemed like a safe enough town, but you just never knew in these cases. Dean however could not erase Sam from his mind, he could not move on, and he could not deal. So he turned away, he told himself never to get attached to anyone, but that partially had to do with Mary dying and their line of work. Dean thought it was over, so he huddled himself together, and swore it wouldn't faze him; he couldn't have a weakness in this line of work.
It wasn't until John up and left did Dean feel completely alone. Sure when John always hunting and so present on the evil out in the world he failed to be there, but Dean got used to it. He wasn't however expecting John to leave and that's when it hit home. He had enough; John was important to him, but not nearly as much as Sam. He couldn't live without both of them. Dean went to get Sam. Sure he could've done it on his own finding his dad and all, but he wanted Sam and he needed Sam. His weakness was just too powerful, and he had to keep Sam close. Things didn't quite go as Dean hoped they would though. Dean knew it was stupid to break into Sam's apartment, but come on he was just testing if Sam was in shape. Boy was he ever in shape; Sam heard him and went after him. After putting up a little fight, Dean finally confessed he wanted a beer. Sam was taken back; finally he got to see Dean again. Sure he loved Dean and missed Dean, but he never knew how much until Dean showed up for a 'beer' that day. It was in that moment that Sam knew everything was going to change. Part of him was angry, extremely angry Dean had shown up. But his anger was torn; he was angry at Dean for not coming sooner or at least giving a call or visit, but then he was angry Dean wanted to pull him back. If only Sam knew it was more than just John going missing, but Sam wouldn't know that at least for a while. Dean had shown up, and even though he had never really gotten the puppy dog eyes down like Sam had, Dean had gotten down the make-Sam-feel-guilty look.
What were a couple nights away from Jessica? Well everything. Goodbye wasn't enough at that time, but Sam didn't know so he just went along with a goodbye anyways. "I'll be back in time for the interview," the promise still rings out in Sam's ears. Sure Sam had made it back in time for the interview, but everything had gone completely wrong. He found her, Jessica, just like Mary on the ceiling. But he didn't know it. He didn't know this is what John and Dean had seen the night Mary died above Sam's crib, and now he did. He knew it, but more than that he knew exactly what John was thinking. And more importantly he knew this was the second time he wouldn't fail to leave by himself. He stood there, well not really, but he screamed and reached for her. Sam would've been dead by now if Dean hadn't come back in. That weekend had gone by in a flash, but Sam hadn't cared, not until Jessica died. He had heard perfectly well when Dean had asked him to stay because he needed him. When Sam corrected Dean that he didn't need him, Dean had corrected it and said he wanted him there. Sam hadn't thought about it, until Jessica died and Dean was there.
Actually it hadn't quite hit home until ironically the boy's had gone back to Lawrence. Dean had pulled Sam out of the fire, stood by him through the fire, and opened his offer again when Sam had hurtfully rejected him. For Dean, it meant everything. Jessica dying had really pulled his heart strings, and not because he felt anything for her. Sam had really loved this girl at that time, who knows where it would've gone, but he really loved her now. Dean had taken him away from her for selfish reasons, because he wanted company. He had kept Sam busy while Jessica died, while Sam's only chance at a normal life and succession at one all burst into flames. But it was all that and more. It was how Sam could no longer sleep because of his dreams of Jessica, and how Sam blamed himself everyday for not being there for Jessica. That's what pulled Dean apart inside. Sure Jessica had died, but beyond that, on the greater whole, Sam had never said he wished they had gotten him home earlier, no he said he wished and shouldn't have gone at all. Dean had loved this weekend with his brother again, but no Sam wished to take it all back. And sure Sam was talking out of anger, grief, and all that shit, but that's when people really meant it.
He probably hadn't been thinking about Dean at the time, which led Dean to another scolding on himself, how could he be thinking of himself when Sam's girlfriend had just died. And Dean was feeling sorry for himself! What about the poor girl that had died? Or the poor broken Sam that would now have no chance at his true life dreams? Dean just took everything that ever mattered to Sam away, and Sam should've wanted none of Dean, but he went along with him. It was from then on that Dean truly understood he'd die inside if he let Sam get in danger. So that's how it all started, the Winchester boy's back in action, but without dad this time. They had multiple purposes this time, finding Mary and Jessica's killer, finding dad, and staying together, because they were all that was left, all each other had. They could've gone out and said, do it with as many girls as you can to keep the Winchester blood alive, but no. That's not how they were going to do it, even if Dean wouldn't have cried over that option either, they were going to stay together but most importantly they were going to end the Winchester blood line together and at once.
So they went on, having their problems and working their work, still looking for the thing that killed both Mary and Jessica. They just went about, certain they'd find the end of their mission. But it wasn't really about that anymore, sure they wanted to find that thing and seeing John briefly had sparked new hopes, but they wanted to keep going because of each other. It was enough. Dean was stuck on the idea that he might still not be enough for Sam, and that he wasn't enough to make him happy. But Sam thought otherwise; Dean was perfect. His quirks kept him alive and real, his constant
struggle to try to be strong and hidden made him human, his attempt to always have Sam's back made him a real brother, they were more than just work partners. They were brothers.
Dean had his issues though; sometimes he would be stubborn or always call the shots. Sometimes he sent Sam away out of dangers harm, but leaving himself to struggle. Sometimes he played his bad music throughout the car, and most of the time he obsessed over his car. But Sam knew it; it was part of being brothers. It was part of life, always having something you couldn't stand. At this point, there was more they loved about one another, it out weighed the hard and the bad. To Dean, Sam was outrageous. He wasn't only little Sammy anymore, even though Dean always and would always see him that way. Boy was he smart; he really did a number with that college education thing. And sure he had his strengths. He was tall, strong, and completely useful. He used his little laptop to find out everything they needed. He knew how to stand up for himself. And he knew what he wanted. But he was willing to give it up for his father, and Dean hoped for him too.
But once again Sam had his problems. He didn't listen to dad; it was a funny situation they were in. Dean was the rebel, the hard core I know what I'm doing kind of guy; the one who gets all the girls with his beautiful looks and amazing flirting skills. He was the rebel, the hot rebel everyone hated but respected. He didn't take to authority; he sure had his problems there. But Sam, he wasn't any easy ship either. He was the family rebel. He didn't want to follow the rest of the family. He wanted his own thing, his own accomplishments. He didn't listen to dad, and that was one tactic he was stubborn about. He thought he knew enough to keep himself going on his own, and he sure as hell was gorgeous. Between the two boys they had everything; the rebel, the solider, the not so good with authority, the personality, the affection, the hard shell, the softy, the understanding, the complex, everything. They were the perfect match by far.
Reflecting and blacking out was not on Dean Winchester's to-do list today. Blacking out because of a girl was even farther down on Dean's to-do list today. Unfortunately, people tend not to stick to to-do lists anymore.
