A/N: I love you guys so much. I just love reading my mail now because there are so many reviews! It makes me so happy all day! I'm really glad that you guys think I have a good feel for the characters. That was what I was most afraid of because I haven't seen the first four or five episodes. I hope you guys continue to enjoy it.
P.S. Please continue to keep guessing about what is going to happen. I just love it.
For disclaimer see first chapter.
Warnings: Violence and slight language, but nothing too bad.
My Brother's Keeper
Chapter 3: A Promise
"Dean?"
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm good, little man."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not so much."
"I'm scared."
"Why?"
"You were crying."
"I was not."
"Were too! You were crying 'cause it hurt."
"Yeah, it hurt Sammy. Why are you scared?"
"I don't wanna get hurt like you."
"Oh, and here I was thinking that you were scared for me!"
"Dean!"
"You won't get hurt Sammy."
"How do ya know it won' happen when I start hunting with you and daddy?"
"Because I won't let it."
"You let it hurt you."
"That's different."
"How."
"You ask too many questions."
"Dean!"
"It just won't okay. I'll protect you."
"You will?"
"Yeah. I'll never let anything happen to you."
"You promise?"
"Yeah."
"Really?"
"There you go with the questions again..."
Sam groaned, trying to shake the memory from his mind. He wasn't sure why, but he was feeling as though Dean had let him down. He broke his promise for the first time in ten years. Dean wasn't protecting him. Granted it was Dean himself doing the harm, controlled by something else. His head knew that. However, his heart didn't. It wanted his hero, not the monster his brother had become.
It had been a few hours since he woke up and all he wanted was to sleep again. His body ached from Dean's last fit of anger. The older boy had been trying to show him all of the reasons why he was Dean, but Sam wouldn't listen. He held firmly to the fact that Dean would never willingly hurt him.
His stubbornness frustrated Dean enough to take it out on the cause. He mostly used his legs to kick at the younger boy.
Sam had tried to curl into himself to protect his ribs and stomach, but he didn't have much luck with his arms behind him. He bit back a scream as he felt a sharp pain in his chest. It stole his breath away and left him gasping, but with every breath he took the pain only increased.
Dean had noticed the cracking sound that Sam hadn't. It made him stop immediately. He knelt down, uncurling Sam from his self-made ball. He ran his finger along the younger boy's ribs, a genuine look of concern on his face.
Sam watched in confusion. He sat still, knowing he couldn't stop Dean.
Dean stopped himself when, simultaneously, he felt a bone move and heard Sam groan. He sat back on his hunches, "Shit!"
Taking small breaths and getting over the pain, Sam continued to watch Dean. He wasn't sure what to think anymore. Did this Dean look-a-like actually feel sorry for him?
No.
"Dad is gonna kill me if I have to take your ass to a hospital." Dean grumbled as he got up and left the room.
John sighed. He ached all over. One of the spirits had gotten the drop on him and thrown him into a wall. He recovered quickly, however, and toasted the bones before there was another incident. All he wanted know was to get home and sleep.
The one thing he wasn't looking forward to was Sam. He just didn't know how to handle the boy anymore. John wished he was still their little Sammy, when holding him could fix any problem. The boy who idolized his father and big brother. John missed that.
Maybe staying in town a few more days wouldn't hurt any.
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.
