WARNING: Language in the authors note, if you don't like it, don't read it. : ) But tonight's finale constitutes my cussing.Oh, and if you haven't seen the finale yet…. Don't read my authors note, wait for the one at the end.
Don't read any farther if you haven't seen the finale, skip right to the story.
You will be spoiled
So tragic...
A/N: THEY KILLED MY MOTHER FUCKING CAR! Oh my holy… wow. I screamed at the end. What a cliff hanger. I hate it, but I love it. Love love love it, but I wanted to scream (I did scream, but I wanted to scream louder) I was like, "See, I knew it would end with them driving to the hospital…" and then BAM and I sat up, covered my mouth and screamed. "MY CAR!" (I'm currently as obsessed with the Impala as I am with Jensen, lol)
Another A/N: So, who loved the finale? ME. Oh my gosh, so amazing. It was like, everything I love about this show packed into one moment. Part of me is totally sad about what happened to Meg… she was good for the show. And Dean… hmm… he didn't do much for me (he's still the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on, but him hitting her and I didn't see him as the type to beg for his life, even if it was a very little amount) There was lots of close up of Jensen's emotional face.
Another another A/N: And for those of you who aren't aware, the US release date for the Season One is around September 5th, don't quote me on that, but that's what I believe.
Yeah, another one: So, I had this intense need to post after that amazing episode. SPECTACULAR. I woke up my parents to tell them about my poor poor car. Anyway, read and review, like always.
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I've got the next chapter almost finished, I love it so far. (Is it wrong to love your own work?) So, review and I will post (My ultimate goal is to get 100 reviews before this is over) Oh, and didn't the demon have the creepiest eyes? Hehe. REVIEW
Chapter Five: The Moment I Said It
The moment I said it
the moment I opened my mouth
lead in your eyelids
Bulldozed the life out of me
I know what you're thinking
But darling you're not thinking straight
Sadly things just happen... we can't... explain
It's not even light out,
But you've somewhere to be - no hesitation
No I've never seen you like this
And I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it at all
"Pack. Now. We're getting the hell out of here." Dean ordered, throwing his things into his bag. "Don't stand there like a fish out of water, Sam! Get moving!" He yelled. Sam nodded and numbly began to pack, his body tingling with the left over energy.
What the hell had just happened?
Dean paused and watched his brother fumble to just move. He sighed heavily. "Go get in the car, I'll pack…"
"No." Sam muttered. "I can do it." He said softly and tried to shove a pair of jeans into his bag, but missed the opening. Oh yeah, he's totally capable.
"Sam…" Dean walked over to his brother and grabbed his shoulder.
A spark ran between them. Not a normal, ran on the carpet in socks shock, but a licked open wire kind of shock. Sam half excepted Dean's hair to be smoking when he lifted his eyes after the initial pain subsided.
Dean had his hands raised, his eyes wide in shock. "What the hell…" Dean shook out his hand and went to touch Sam again.
"Don't!" Sam yelled and jerked away. "I could hurt you!" Sam reeled back with the realization. Oh God. He could kill Dean. As easy as batting an eye he could kill someone. He was a monster.
"You couldn't hurt a fly, Sammy. Come on." Dean said with a feeble smile and an even weaker voice. "It was just a fluke…" Dean grabbed Sam's arm.
Another shock. Dean let go with a yelp and hugged his arm to his chest. Sam barely flinched.
"Why did you lie to me?" Sam asked softly. Dean looked at his brother. His broken brother.
Please God. Dean begged. Let me be able to fix him this time.
"This isn't the time, Sam." Dean explained and tossed him a bag. Sam purposely let it fall to the ground. "Sam." Dean begged. Begged. Dean Winchester did not beg. "Please just grab the bag and let's go."
"You're going to tell me everything I need to know…" He grabbed Dean's shirt and pinned him against the wall. "I need to know, Dean."
Dean clenched his jaw and stared into his brother's eyes.
"You put me down right now…" Dean ordered. Sam realized that he was holding his brother off the ground. He let go and staggered back, falling onto the bed.
"What's happening to me?" Sam whispered, dropping his head into his hands.
"I don't have the answers, Sam." Dean admitted. "But I know who does." He grabbed the bags. "Come with me and I'll get you your answers, I promise."
"I'll go alone." Sam said monotonously.
"Hell you will. I won't tell you a goddamn thing! We're a team, Samuel! You said it your self. We're all we have left. We stick together!"
"That was before you lied to me, Dean!" Sam yelled and got to his feet. "If we're such a team…" Dean shoved him back onto the bed.
"You shut up and listen to me. I'm going to tell you all this one time, and then we're never going to talk about it again. You understand?" Dean yelled. Sam didn't answer and he got a poke to the chest for his troubles. "Do. You. Understand?"
"Yes."
"When you were six months old, the demon came for you, because you are different. You have these powers that other people don't have and that makes you special. Max had them too. But they're a huge burden. Very few can handle these gifts." He laughed at the irony of the gifts. "The League is real, very real. And this demon is the leader, okay? They want you and Dad and I have been doing everything in our power to stop them. Its basically a cult, Sam. It is spread all over the world and the members are everywhere. That's why Dad is so careful about contacting us." He sat down on the other bed and took a deep breath. When he spoke again his voice was low and much quieter. "We've never told you because we know what you would do."
"What would I do?" Sam asked softly.
"Anything to protect me and Dad. We couldn't have you go off and do something stupid like put a bullet in your forehead." And Sam couldn't deny that the thought hadn't crossed his mind in the past two hours. "Because despite the fact that you complete their puzzle… you're also the only thing that can bring them down."
"But why me?" Sam asked, hating himself for sounding so pathetic. Dean got up and sat down next to his brother. Hesitantly he placed a hand on Sam's knee. They both stared, waiting for the painful shock to tear them apart again.
But mercy found them for once and no shock came.
"Sometimes Sam, bad things just happen."
- - -
He wished he had answers.
More than anything in this world, he wished he had the answers.
Why Sam?
Why this family?
Just, why?
Dean sighed heavily and cast a long glance at Sam's sleeping form. The poor kid had fallen asleep twenty minutes into the drive.
I'm sure a power blast like that would even tucker out the Incredible Hulk. Dean had only felt a fraction of the power and it left his body feeling like it'd been at ground zero.
He wanted to sleep. But he had to get Sam his answers. He'd promised himself a long time ago that he wouldn't go back to her and ask her to help him again… but he had to. He had to know. Sam had to know.
A small whimper attracted Dean's attention. Another whimper and Dean placed a strong hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Sammy. It's okay. It's just a dream." He whispered. Sam sat up, his eyes wide, his hair a complete mess. Dean couldn't help but smile. "You look like Bambi."
"Bite me." Sam grumbled and shifted in his seat. He ran a hand over his face and rubbed his eyes. "Where are we?"
"Almost there."
"Almost where?"
"There."
"Whatever." Sam sighed dejectedly and looked out the window.
The lingering silence was too much. They had too much to talk about. Sam couldn't stand it. He wanted to grab Dean and demand they talk everything out. What had been such a big source of pain that she had managed to keep Dean down so long and Sam for so little? What was Dean hiding in that mind of his?
"You had to do CPR?" Dean asked suddenly.
And Sammy is the psychic of the family?
Sam looked at him, confused, so Dean elaborated. "After I got ele…" He cleared his throat and spoke a little quieter. "Electrocuted?" He avoided Sam's gaze. It was hard to talk about. For both of them.
"Yeah." Sam whispered. "You weren't breathing… no pulse. It wasn't that big of a deal."
"Yeah it is." Dean corrected.
"It's not like you haven't done it before." Sam said softly. Dean nodded.
"You're right. I've done it a lot of times. But never like that, Sammy. I should… I should have none better. I was just…"
Sam gave him the time he needed to spit it out.
"I didn't want it to get to you and those kids. I wasn't thinking about me."
"And that's the problem." Sam interjected. "You never think about yourself Dean and one day its going to get you killed."
"Not with you there to fix my mistakes." Dean said with a grin. Sam sighed heavily.
"But I'm not always going to be there, Dean."
"Why do I read more into that than I should? I have a hunch you're not referring to going back to school." Dean looked at his brother.
"Dean, I know you're looking at the glass as half full, but you don't have these dreams. Man, if going with them will stop what I see from happening…"
"Don't Sam." Dean snapped. "Here you were, telling me that my selflessness is going to get me killed… and you're talking about the same exact goddamn thing!" Dean yelled. "Look at me." And Sam did. "Do you think I'm scared about what they could do to me? No. I couldn't give a rat's ass about what that cult wants to do to me. You're the only one that matters, Sam. You're the only one."
"Don't say that!" Sam yelled. "You matter to me!" He turned and grabbed a fistful of Dean's shirt. "You matter to me, Dean! And I won't do anything that could get you hurt." Dean pulled the Impala over to the side of the road.
"And I won't let you do anything that will get you hurt, either!" Dean yelled back. "You don't understand… you're the only one that can stop the League. Sam… there is this prophecy…"
"Of course… there's always a prophecy…" He muttered.
"Listen up, Smartass, because this one is about us." Dean said angrily, poking Sam's chest. "The gist? You're going to save the world and Dad and I are going to die. That's the way its gunna be, kid. That's why we've never mentioned it. Because we knew you'd run from it. But you can't run from it, Sam! I'm sorry, but you can't. Believe me, we've been trying, but there is no where to run."
Sam shook his head. "No…" His voice broke.
"And it sucks, Sam. I'm sorry. I don't want it to be that way either… but that is how it's going to end." Sam squeezed the handful of leather jacket tighter.
"No. I won't let it…" Sam whispered. Dean's heart broke with his little brother's voice. He lifted his arm and placed his hand over Sam's where it lay on his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Sam."
"Why'd you tell me this?" Sam yelled, letting go of Dean's coat and yanking his hand back.
"You wanted to know!" Dean yelled. Sam got out of the car and staggered off the road, falling to his knees in the ditch.
Sam heard a curse and then heard Dean get out of the car. He ran over to Sam's side, kneeling next to him. "I won't let you die, Dean. I'll fight tooth and nail…"
"I know you will, Sam. And I know if there is a way, you will find it. If anyone can, you can. I have faith in you, Sammy." And Sam broke down because those were his brother's dying words every night in his dreams.
Strong arms wrapped around his shoulders. His brother's arms drew him into a warm hug.
They were above the embarrassment of chick flick moments, because here, on this new level of pain they had discovered, they were all alone.
Sam fisted Dean's shirt, burying his head in Dean's chest while Dean raked his fingers through Sam's tangled hair. "Its okay, Sam. Somehow, we'll make it okay."
And Sam wanted to ask his brother how. How in the world could they ever make this okay? But when Dean's chest heaved and shook, Sam remembered that Dean didn't have the answers. Dean wasn't much older than Sam, he wasn't a kid that long ago. And when Sam looked up and saw the tear roll down Dean's cheek, he realized that Dean was just as scared as he was.
And that brought comfort.
Because he and Dean were together in this.
- - -
(A/N: The events mentioned below take place in The Bandage Cuts Me Deeper, just so you know. I think I want this story to have started after… Something Wicked… but there may be spoilers for everything if I can work them in… okay, resume the reading, but look at the message at the bottom
"New Orleans?" Sam whispered. Dean nodded.
"Remember Eve?" Dean asked. Sam nodded.
"How could I forget Eve?" He asked with a grin. "I remember her crazy mother too." Sam muttered.
"Yeah…" And that was that. No more talking. Because they would eventually hit the subject of Jane, and that was like pouring salt on open wounds. It was less than six months ago that she had died in Dean's arms. No one, not even Dean Winchester, could deal with something like that so quickly. "Well, Eve followed in her mother's footsteps, got into the whole priestess thing… not evil of course, but she knows what she's doing. I think she can help us."
"I'm not sure I trust Eve to do anything right." Sam joked.
Amazing how they could joke about the little things after their massive, record-breaking chick flick moment they'd driven away from at seventy five miles per hour just forty five minutes ago.
"Just don't let her hear you say that." Dean whispered as he parked the car in the driveway of the familiar yellow house.
The white door opened and Eve stood on the porch, waving.
"Jesus. It's called a condom." Dean muttered when he saw her large stomach. He got out of the car and raised his hands questioningly and smiled.
"I didn't get a wedding invite!" He yelled. Eve narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips.
"That's because there were no guests. Josh and I eloped." She pointed to her stomach. "I found out I was pregnant and I was not having another baby out of wedlock. Josh's mother almost killed us when Angela was born." Dean smiled at her. "Now, get over here and give me a hug."
Sam got out of the car and watched as Dean walked over to her and gave her a big hug. He'd noticed right away, even during their very short time together that Dean and Eve had a great bond. She was like a sister to him.
Sam walked over and smiled feebly. She'd drugged him and almost helped kill his older brother, but it was hard not to like Eve. She reached up and messed with his hair and then gave him a hug.
"Okay skinny boys, come inside and eat something." She ordered. Sam and Dean exchanged glances.
"Got any ketchup?" Dean asked, and Sam laughed when she whirled around and slapped his chest.
- - -
Eve smiled as Angela danced in the middle of the kitchen. "It's our dinner theatre." She explained and handed Sam and Dean their sandwiches.
"Got a beer?" Dean asked. Eve crossed her arms over her chest.
"No. I do not have a beer. We have Skim milk and V8-Splash. What tickles your fancy?" She asked snottily.
"I'll have water." Dean muttered and lifted up the bread on his sandwich to check its insides.
"Don't worry. I ran out of cockroaches after Sam's sandwich." She said sarcastically and walked over to the fridge, retrieving two beers from the back. She set down one in front of Dean and twisted off the cap of the other and handed it to Sam.
"Oh, thanks." Dean whispered. She smiled and shrugged a shoulder.
"Take it off with your teeth." She ordered. He glared and she smiled. "Okay, before we get too off topic." She sat down across the table from them. "What brings you here, besides the amazing company?"
Dean sighed heavily and looked at Sam, who chose now to be thoroughly engrossed in Angela's dinner theatre, and then at Eve.
"Sam's been having these dreams. And if you could let me see them…"
Dinner theatre couldn't save them now.
"What the hell, Dean? You said she was going to give us answers. Not let you invade my head!" Sam yelled, getting to his feet.
"Maybe it will give us answers, Sam. Calm down…"
"No! I will not calm down until you stop lying to me!" Sam snapped. "Damn you, Dean! Damn you! You lied to me once, and like an idiot I trusted you not to do again! But that's all you do! You're a liar!"
"Oh, excuse me, Mr. Honesty." Dean got to his feet too. "I had to get you here because this is something we need to do. I talked to Dad…"
The blows just kept coming. This last one left Sam's head spinning.
"You talk to him?" Sam asked. "You're in this together? Oh my god…"
"Look, I just talked to him last night… while you were sleeping he called me. We haven't been conspiring against you this whole time. Don't be so paranoid."
"Don't tell me not to be paranoid. I have every right to be paranoid."
Eve stood up. "Okay! Boys! Calm down!" She clapped her hands together loudly. They both looked at her. "I think I can help you."
- - -
"You touch me with that and I might have to kill you." Dean threatened as Eve carried a pail of mud towards them.
They were outside, near the stream that ran through Eve's backyard.
"This is holy ground… ancient priestesses practiced here… its where my mother drew her power from. Where I draw mine." Eve explained. "Take off your shirts."
"It's cold." Sam whispered.
"Cry me a river." She whispered back. "Strip down and get in the water."
They pulled off their shirts and stepped into the water, the icy stream soaking through their shoes.
"Sit." She ordered.
"Hell no." Dean snapped. He was trying hard not to shiver as he hugged himself and rubbed his arms. Despite all that muscle, Dean was terrible at holding his heat.
"You want my help or not?" She asked. Dean sat down slowly, Sam following his lead. They both resisted the urge to squeal like little girls. She grabbed a handful of mud and smiled at Dean.
He glared. "Don't you…" She pressed a glob against his forehead and dragged it down his nose, over his lips, down his neck, down his chest and stopped above his bellybutton.
Sam watched, laughing. Eve couldn't help but smile. Sam was so cute when he laughed, those puppy dog eyes and those dimples… Sadly, she had to wipe that smile off his face.
"Don't feel left out, Sammy." Eve cooed and then repeated the mud "christening" with Sam as well. It was Dean's turn to laugh.
"Payback is a bitch." Dean muttered.
"Dude, you're covered in mud too." Sam reminded him. Sam rolled his eyes and looked expectantly at Eve. Dean reached out an arm and gave Sam a small shove. He teetered, but compensated and shot Dean a glare.
"What?" Dean hissed.
"Don't push me, man." Sam hissed back. Dean made a kissy face and Sam flipped him the "polite finger".
"My god, I am thankful I had a daughter. I couldn't handle this fighting all the time." Eve muttered as she flipped through the old spell book.
Kera's old spell book.
"I seem to remember burning that." Sam explained, regarding the book with curiosity. Eve nodded.
"Yes, you did. But they're essentially indestructible. I found it up in the attic a week after the funeral." She explained. "Scared me to death. But Josh read through it and found out that its not connected to a priestess's body, just spirit."
"So Kera's spirit is still around?" Dean piped up, starting to stand. Eve smiled, but put her hands out, the international "calm down" signal.
"Technically, yes. All priestesses live on in the holy land, but she can't harm anyone. Don't worry." She found the page. "Here we go." She looked at Sam. "You trust Dean, right?"
Sam looked at his brother for a moment. Even after all the lies… he'd still trust Dean with his life.
"I guess." Sam muttered. Dean scoffed, but Sam chose to ignore it.
"You're going to have to be positive. Yes or no?" She asked, eyeing him. Sam looked at Dean who pouted innocently. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Yes." Sam answered confidently. Eve smiled softly and looked down at the book.
"Lay back." She ordered. Sam looked at her incredulously. "There is a fire place inside. I'm not going to let the two of you freeze, just do it." Sam took a deep breath and slowly laid down in the water, breathing in quick gasps. So cold.
Sam heard splashes and a hand rested on his chest. His body erupted in goose-bumps and a shiver ran up his spine.
"I'm going to say a spell, Sam. It may be a little uncomfortable, and you're going to lose consciousness. But Dean and I are here. Don't be scared. Just relax." She whispered something, and Sam heard Dean protest. "Just hold his goddamn hand!" She snapped and Sam felt Dean's fingers entwine with his own. "Thank you." Eve muttered and Dean grumbled something. Sam heard a smack and Dean yelp. "Talk to me like that again and I will curse your hair and make it all fall out." She threatened.
"Can we just get on with it!" Sam yelled through chattering teeth. Eve placed her hand back on his chest and began to recite the spell. It was the same ancient language he'd heard Kera yell those few months ago. It was beautiful, yet frightening because the last time he'd heard it, it was going to kill his brother.
She was right about the discomfort. His body felt numb, but not that senseless numbing, that painful prickling sensation. His breathing slowed and he realized he'd lost control of it. His eyelids became way too heavy suddenly and he could no longer keep them open.
The darkness took him.
He squeezed Dean's hand as he felt himself drifting away.
- - -
Dean looked down at Sam's hand and squeezed back.
"He's out." Eve declared and took her hand away. She looked at Dean. "Now, you." She placed her hand on his forehead. "I can't hold the connection for long. It's very exhausting."
"Don't pass out." Dean said with fake concern. Eve grinned.
"Oh, honey, not tiring for me, for you." She explained with equally flimsy concern.
"Oh, well don't let me pass out then." Dean corrected. She smiled.
"Deep breaths, Dean. It feels strange. Relax and breathe." A shock wave was sent through his body and Dean held Sam's hand tighter. "Breathe. Breathe, Dean." She whispered. "In and out. In and out… In… and out…"
- - -
"What do you want with me?" Sam asked, his voice shaking and unsure. Dean pressed his ear against the wooden door. Yep, Sam was in there. Dean looked around, taking a minute to survey his surroundings. A few minutes of observation could very well mean the difference between life and death.
"Me? Personally, nothing." A woman's voice. Serena? "But, Father, well, he wants a lot with you."
"Where is my brother?" And Dean resisted the urge to jump in to the open and yell, "I'm here, Sammy." He needed the answers and he needed the now.
"Don't worry about him, Sam."She said gently. And why the hell not? "I can't wait until I find you." She whispered. "So I can have you to myself. I'd only need a few minutes…" She laughed and Dean nearly gagged. It had to be Meg. Only that crazy bitch would talk like that.
"I watch you sometimes, Sam. You've got so much power. You don't even have an idea. Daddy does, but Daddy is afraid of you." Meg taunted. Dean was sure of it now, it was Meg. How did Sam not see the connection?
"Your father is a coward!" Sam yelled. Dean smiled. Insult until the death, Sammy boy. Go down being an ass.
She laughed again and Dean felt shivers race up and down his back. "Not my Daddy, Sam. Yours."
Dean reeled back. John wasn't afraid… was he?
There was some commotion and then Sam burst from the room. Dean grasped him by the arms roughly and shoved him against the wall. Sam fought wildly at first.
"Sam! It's me!" Dean yelled. Recognition flickered in Sam's eyes and he relaxed.
"Dean!" Sam cried and threw his arms around his brother. "Oh God, Dean." He sobbed. Dean was surprised, but didn't pull away from the gesture. He rubbed Sam's back reassuringly.
"Sam, its okay." Dean whispered. "I'm fine."
"Hey!" Someone yelled. Dean turned around and saw a man raise a gun. Two shots rang out.
"Dean!" Sam cried, grabbing Dean's arms as he slumped forward.
There was no pain, but a strange pressure alerted Dean to the fact that he'd just been shot. "Damn it." Dean gurgled, a coppery taste all ready building in his mouth. "Sam… its all okay… this is just a…"
But the world turned black and Dean closed his eyes against the feeling of vertigo as he was flung into another dream.
"Dean, I am so sorry." Sam sobbed, pressing his face in Dean's sweat soaked hair. "I love you. I love you so much. I'm sorry. I'll take the pain away." He promised. He placed his hand flat on Dean's back. "Goodbye."
Dean watched Sam kill him… this double person thing was really going to give him a headache. While Sam held dead Dean, a man laid a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Don't touch me! You killed him!" Sam yelled, recoiling from the man's contact. "Get the hell away from us." Sam looked down at Dean's face again, smiling softly, stroking his hair. "I'm so sorry…" He whispered, kissing Dean's forehead and then hugging him to his chest again, rocking them both.
"Sammy…" Dean whispered. Sam looked up, his facing lighting up when he saw Dean. Though extremely confused, Sam ran to his brother and hugged him tightly.
Man, and Dean thought Sam was touchy feely in real life. Dream Sam was such a girl. Yeah, your brother came back from the dead, are the tears necessary?
"Dean… I thought you were…" Sam whispered. But Dean ignored his brother, choosing instead to focus his gaze on the man.
"Who are you?" Dean asked stiffly. The man smiled.
"We've met before, Dean." He explained.
At the bar.
"You warned me to let Sam go…"
"That's right." The man agreed. "But think hard, Dean. We've met once before that." Dean was drawing blanks. "Let me help you out. Twenty two years ago I handed Mary your baby brother…"
Dean's fists tightened. "You're his guardian… aren't you?" The man nodded. "Hell of a job you've done protecting him these past years!"
"You must understand, Dean. Protecting the Chosen One, its futile. He chooses his fate. I merely guide."
"Then guide him to his family. Don't guide him away from the people that actually raise a goddamn finger to protect him!"
The man cast his eyes upon Dean's body.
"Do you know how you got there?" The man asked. Dean looked around for Sam, only to find he was gone from the dream.
- - -
Sam awoke with a start. Eve opened her eyes and stared at him in what might have been horror or shock.
"What… how…" She looked at Dean. "Oh my God." She took her hand of Dean's forehead and gasped. "Shoot."
"What?" Sam asked worried, panting.
"If you're awake, he should be too. Something is overriding my connection. I don't have control over it anymore…" She explained.
"Is that bad?"
"Well, if you consider possible brain damage bad, then yes, its very bad."
"How do we wake him up?" Sam asked, grabbing Dean's shoulders and giving him a rough shake.
"I don't know. Nothing like this has ever happened before." She flipped through the book. "What was the last thing you remember?"
"Dean called the man in my dream… my guardian… What's that?"
"I'll explain later. Right now you need to go back to that exact dream and get Dean out of it."
"That's impossible."
"Then your brother is going to wake up with a fraction of the few brain cells he still owns."
- - -
Dean had a sinking feeling that it wasn't a good thing that Sam was no longer in the dream. But he was getting answers. That was enough to squelch the worry for now.
"The League got to you. Blackmailed Sam for your safe return. But being the martyr you are, you sacrificed yourself."
"But you just killed me anyway…"
"Don't you see? You're Sam's weakness. With you around he has to worry about you at every turn. You're expendable in the eyes of the League. Sam is not. They won't hurt him, not until they have what they want from him." The guardian explained. "You have to let him go, Dean." The man explained.
"But…"
"No buts. I promise, if you let him go, he will come back to you someday." The man explained. "Remember what I said; it's darkest before the light."
Dean nodded.
"Now, wake up."
- - -
Dean flew into a seat position, nearly conking heads with Eve as he did so. She and Sam let out a heavy sigh.
"Do you remember who we are?" Eve asked, grabbing Dean's shoulders.
"Yes. Dumb and Dumber." He answered. "Get off me." He shrugged away her hands and got to his feet.
"What happened in there? I woke up part way…"
"I know you did, Sam! I was there!" Dean yelled. Sam looked at him worriedly.
"Are you okay? What happened?" Sam asked, getting to his feet.
"Nothing. Okay? No more answers. Just more questions." He poked Sam's chest. "But I can't believe you didn't connect that crazy blonde bitch in your dream to Meg. It's obviously her."
"I was dreaming about her before I met her." He whispered softly.
"Yeah, well you dreamed about a dead girl too." Dean muttered. "Damn its cold. Can we go inside." He took a step and stumbled, but compensated. Sam's hand found his brother's elbow. "I'm good, dude. Let go." Dean yanked his arm away and walked unaided towards the house.
Sam lingered and waited for Eve. She sighed and placed a hand on his arm. "It's okay. He'll come around, Sam. He's just worried." Sam nodded.
"I know… but I really… I need him to be open right now, you know?"
"You could walk through his dreams, if you wanted." She said with a smile. Sam smiled back and shook his head.
"Somehow seeing Dean with a bunch of leather-clad playboy bunnies in the Impala doesn't spark my fancy. I like that car… I'd never be able to get in it again."
- - -
A/N: In the Bandage Cuts Me Deeper, for those of you who don't want to read it… I'd love you more if you did. But when Dean was in New Orleans, he wasn't lonely. He met a girl named Janie while he was saving Josh (Eve's boyfriend) from Eve and Janie's (Oh yes, they are sisters) voodoo wielding mother, Kera. But in the story… don't read any farther if you want to read the actual story… Janie becomes sick and Dean is lured back to help her because Kera needs his heart to save her daughter. In the end, Sam saves the day, and Janie sacrifices himself to save Dean. It's crap, my first story… but it was a building block.