A/N: Again, you guys just amaze me. You are all so nice and I haven't gotten a bad review yet. I am just on top of the world right now!
For disclaimer see first chapter.
Warnings: Violence and slight language, but nothing too bad.
My Brother's Keeper
Chapter 4: Failure
Sam didn't know how long he sat there, leaning uncomfortably against the stairs. He also didn't know how he had made it to his bed in the loft, but that was where he woke up. He lay there on his back wondering what was going on. This was all so confusing. Dean wanted to hurt him, but not too badly.
This was starting to put doubt in the youngest Winchester's mind. If it were something else in his brother, why would it care how badly he got hurt?. The strangeness raised up a notch when his fingers grazed the wrap around his ribs. Why would this thing fix him up and then put him to bed?
Sam really didn't want to deal with this. His head was throbbing mercilessly, which didn't help clear the muddy reality around him. He wanted nothing more than to give up and comply to Dean until his father returned. It would have been easier, but he couldn't. He was raised to fight and that's what he would do. He knew he could never win against Dean, but he could never look his father in the eye again if he just gave up. Whether it meant more pain or not, he would see this through.
The young hunter groaned as he rolled out of bed and stood on shaky feet. He wrapped one arm around his aching side and gripped the wall with the other. He crept to the railing and peeked over the side to look down into the living room. It was empty. He stilled, listening to the sounds the house made. He heard nothing else.
Feeling that it was safe he quietly made his way down the stairs, holding his breath every time a step creaked underneath his weight. He sighed in relief when he reached the bottom. Quickly, he made his way into the living room. His mind was focused on one thing: the phone. John's cell number came quickly and soon Sam was impatiently waiting for the line to pick up.
He thought he would cry when his father answered, "Winchester."
"Dad?"
"Sam? What's wrong?"
"You need to come home!"
"Why? What happened?"
"I need-" Sam yelped as the phone was grabbed from his hand and he was shoved from behind. He landed on his knees, before scrambling to his feet. Whipping around, he saw Dean with a murderous look on his face.
"Dad?" Dean's voice was calm and did not betray the anger in his eyes. He listened before saying, "No dad. Everything's fine. Sam's just over reacting." He paused again, "There's a ghost. We must have missed it the first time we went through the house. He thinks we need your help. I'm pretty sure we can handle it by ourselves... Yeah we're both fine. It just scared him a little...Sure you can talk to him." Dean held the phone out to his little brother. He pulled it back a little when Sam reached for it and glared.
Sam knew exactly what the look meant and he nodded. He took the re-offered phone and cleared his throat, "Hello?"
"Are you okay Sam?"
"Yeah... Everything's fine."
"You sure?"
"M'hmm."
"Okay. Put your brother back on."
"Yes sir." Sam whispered in defeat before holding the phone out to Dean.
Dean smirked at him, "Yeah, dad?" He listened for a moment and then his grin grew, "Sure you can stay for a few more days. We'll be fine...Okay. Bye, dad."
Sam felt his heart sink even lower as Dean turned the phone off. The despair from this latest blow was too much to handle. He'd failed and it only served to piss Dean off even more. What was he going to do?
The younger boy sucked in a noisy breath and took a step back as Dean started towards him. A frightening pang of familiarity hit him as Dean backed him up against the wall.
"Now what the hell do you think you were going to accomplish by that, Sammy."
Sam chuckled nervously, "Well, it was worth a shot."
Dean's voice turned cold and deadly, "No. It really wasn't."
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.
