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Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters so far (But, boy, would I like those brothers). I am not making any money off of this (But, boy, do I wish I was).
Warnings: Violence and slight language, but nothing too bad.
My Brother's Keeper
Chapter 2: Alone
It was late when Dean finally made his way up the stairs, but Sam was still awake. He watched his brother's dark outline strip down to a t-shirt and boxers before climbing into bed. He waited a few minutes, getting up the courage to ask, "Are you okay, Dean?" When his brother didn't answer he asked again, "Dean?'
"I'm trying to sleep Sam." came his brother's annoyed grumble.
"I just...I wanted to say that I was sorry. For what happened today. I should have been paying more attention." Sam apologized sincerely. He felt a deep guilt about what had happened. Thinking back he was surprised about how his feelings came out quite the opposite when he had been fighting with his father. Now he knew that the older man had been right. Dean could have died while Sam was just in the next room. He was relieved that he had found his brother unconscious instead of dead.
"You gotta learn from your mistakes Sam."
Sam threw that around his head for a moment. He imagined what it would be like without Dean and he shuddered. He nodded to himself in the dark, "I will."
"I know you will."
Sam had slept off and on that night, his nightmares breaking up whatever rest he may have found. The hope that he would get more was quashed when his father woke up. He layed in bed, listening to the quiet sounds of his father getting ready. It wasn't until he heard the engine of the Impala start that he got up himself. He silently grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and headed downstairs to take a shower.
The sun was barely up, casting a pale blue light over the kitchen as Sam made his way into it. He was making toast when he heard Dean behind him.
"Mornin' Sam." Dean said with a smile.
"How are you feeling?" Sam asked, turning to look at his brother. He seemed to be fine, there weren't any marks and his color looked good. If Sam didn't know about the day before he would have had no reason to ask the question.
"I'm fine. Just fine."
"Good." Sam replied. Taking his brother's words to be true, he returned his attention to the toaster. As the toast popped up he was suddenly grabbed from behind and thrown forcefully into the wall!
Sam's first thought went to how they could have missed something when they had exorcized the house. That was before he saw his brother advancing on him.
Dean didn't stop until his chest was pressed against Sams' and he had his little brother sandwiched between his body and the wall.
Sam's emotions quickly turned to confusion, "Dean, what the hell!"
Dean's reply was a punch to the face, the force of it making Sam's head bounce off of the wall. He caught the younger boy as his knees buckled and threw him onto his stomach in the middle of the room. As Sam started to scramble to his feet his brother landed a knee into his back and twisted his right arm behind him.
Sam groaned through clenched teeth, "Dean!" He tried to buck the older boy off of him, but while their height was the same, their weight and build were not. Dean had him beat there.
"Shut up, Sammy." Dean, tired of his brothers' movements, grabbed the shaggy head of hair and pulled up before slamming it down into the hard floor beneath.
Sam yelped as his head hit the floor. Soon after, the nightmare faded into darkness.
The first thing Sam became aware of was extreme dizziness and nausea. The pain quickly followed. He opened his eyes, but quickly closed them. The bright sunlight streaming through the windows was too much for his battered head to take. He groaned, feeling the vibrations, rather than hearing them through the sound of his rushing blood. He attempted to feel out the damage, but found that he couldn't move his hands. They were being tightly held behind his back.
He opened his eyes and looked around, ignoring the pounding in his head. He found himself in the front room of the house. The door leading outside was in front of him and he could feel the steps of the stairs digging into his back.
'What the hell is goin' on?' he wondered. Then he remembered. Dean had done this. His always protective older brother had beat the crap out of him and then tied him to the railing of the staircase. No. It was something that looked like Dean. Someone that walked and talked like his brother, but couldn't possibly be his brother. There was something wrong with him, and Sam need to figure out what it was, and help his brother.
The man in question suddenly appeared in Sam's line of vision. Dean smirked at his younger brother, "Finally awake, sleeping beauty?"
Sam's breath caught in his throat. This couldn't be happening, it had to be a nightmare. It was easy to imagine something taking over his brother when he was alone, but now... He couldn't believe that this was real. Dean would never allow himself hurt his brother, even if something else was in control. He was too strong. This feeling found its roots in their childhood, when Dean would protect his brother at any cost, even if it would mean getting hurt, even killed, himself.
"Earth to Sammy!" Dean said, snapping his fingers in front of Sam's face. "What are ya thinking about, little brother?"
That snapped Sam out of his thoughts and back to the reality of what was happening. Whether he liked it or not, this was real and he would have to deal with it. Getting up a sliver of courage he whispered, "You're not my brother."
Dean scoffed, "Excuse me?"
"You're. Not. Dean." Sam stated with more confidence. By now his eyes were narrowed and his body tense, waiting for whatever was to come.
"Sammy-"
"Go to Hell."
The back of Dean's hand landed sharply against his cheek and rocked his head to the side. Through the black spots Sam heard his brother's voice, "Watch your mouth!"
The tone of Dean's voice made Sam think of their father. The man was strict and that made itself apparent in his words. The only difference was the pain. Their father had never hit them, no matter how angry he had gotten. Sam suddenly wanted his father. He wanted the older hunter to take this out of his hands and fix it. Sam's fear spiked when he remembered that his father was gone, and wouldn't be back for a few days. He was truly on his own, alone with something that could hurt him in more ways than one.
TBC
A/N: This is my first Supernatural fic, so please be gentle. Criticisms are welcome, but please no flames. Tell me what ya all think.
