So this chapter is before Devil's Trap, but that's all I really know. I may be upping the rating next chapter (still not Wincest). Oh, and these ' ' mean thoughts. I really don't have all that much more to say 'cept SUPERNATURAL ain't mine. Damn. Ah well, I'll make it.

Sometimes Dean saw HIM as Robin. Others, HE was Spider-Man. But whatever HE was, he was always a superhero in Dean's book, whether sidekick or solo hero, and however reluctant. Because SAMMY was bigger than everything to Dean. HE was Dean's world.

'How could you have just left me, Sammy?' Dean couldn't remember the times that he had wanted to yell that in HIS face. God, he just wanted to break things and throw tantrums and have things his own way for once. But that wasn't Dean.

'You left, Sammy. Dad took it harder than he'd like anyone to think. Then he left too. So where does that leave me? Alone, dammit.' Dean glances at HIS face, which happens to be intently studying the endless rows of wheat outside the car window. HE doesn't like sleeping in the car, no matter how much HE needed it.

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Another vision, another battle with a migraine. HE gave Sam a couple of aspirin and a squeeze on the shoulder, coupled with an intense look of worry. Dreamless sleep would be amazing, but HE'S trying to drive as fast as HE can to get to the source of Sam's vision.

Somehow, Sam feels that he should be more concerned about these new powers, these new abilities. It's hard to feel worried about himself when HE'S near, though. Sleep wasn't the only thing that HE protected him from. Sometimes, Sam forgot that. He had forgotten that love that HE had for him, Sam mused, while he was at Stanford. Sam regularly forgot it during the day, only reminded from a concerned glance, a grunt or a grimace... that HE is there... to just as quickly forget it when he starts a job, or thinks of Jess.

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Dean never forgot. He knew SAMMY'S favorite food, his favorite smells, books, shows...everything that he could to help HIM.

'Jesus, Sammy, if anybody saw just how broken and fucked up I am on the inside, they'd wonder how I hold it together.And you know what I'd tell them? It's you, Sammy, you and Dad that give me purpose. Both of you are my whole reason for being. I've given up everything for you.'

Cranking up the volume on the cassette player, SAMMY glanced at Dean, one eyebrow slightly raised. Dean returned the glance with a smirk. Although HE had complained very vocally the first few days, he knew that HE didn't mind the music anymore. The music and the Impala had become a small, private world that the brothers shared. It harbored the fights, the dreaded chick flick moments and the practical jokes that made up their lives. Each hotel room, no matter how crappy or how deluxe, had a sense of home. After all, everyone knows home is where the heart is, and Dean's heart was located right next to HIS.

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"I have got to piss like a freakin' racehorse!"

"Dean, that was really not something I needed to know."

"Dude, I changed enough of your diapers that I have a right to let you know when I've got to pee."

"You are hubristic. And annoying."

"Wow, Sammy, that was a HUGE word. My poor little uneducated brain..."

"My point has been proven. You are annoying."

"Sorry to disappoint you, little bro, but that's a pretty known fact. But I think you forgot the charming and sexy part."

"You! Charming? Dude, you're about as charming as a cardboard box."

"Look, man, just because I don't have huge puppy dog eyes...hey, you think I'm sexy!"

"Oh yes, Dean, a total bombshell. How have you not noticed my complete lust for you?"

"I don't blame ya, Sammy. With these looks, nobody's immune."

"Don't call me that."

"Owww! Why'd you hit me? You never hit the driver! I control whether you make it to see tommorow."

"Like you'd wreck your car?"

"True. The stuff inside's pretty important too."

"Yeah, Dean, heaven forbid you lose these tapes, or the stuff in the trunk."

"Or you."

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'You ask me what I've given up for you and Dad? I became a father and a hunter at the age of four. No, let me rephrase that. I became a dad, mom, babysitter, trainer and hunter at the age of four. I haven't had a real friend outside the family in my entire life. No real relationships either, besides Cassie, and I gave her up too. I don't have a real job, I don't have a house. I have my weapons. I have the Impala. I have Dad, and I have YOU! That's it, Sammy-boy."

These thoughts only come to Dean when he drives. But he would never want HIM to hear these things. First off, Dean doesn't voice his inner thoughts. That was HIS job. Dean protected, and whining was not a part of that job description. Secondly, SAM needed that like HE needed a hole in the head. The last thing that Dean would want to do is hurt HIM more. There were so many broken pieces of SAMMY that he was trying to put back together. That was tough enough as it was.

'But you know what the strangest part of this whole situation is, Sammy? I wouldn't take back what I've given for the world.'

Wow, that took me forever. My dialogue bit went on for too long. I also don't really think I got Dean...too whiney, but I tried to redeem myself at the end. Ah well. Also, only one of Sam's thoughts...he just ain't coming to me tonight. Next chapter - look for (maybe) plot! This will all get tied together, hopefully.