Author's Note: This is the alternate ending.
Other: And, a continuing thank you to my betas for this story, vrskaandrea and Wildfire's Flame - any remaining errors are solely my own.
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Saint of the Sinners - Alternate Ending
Dean shifted uncomfortably on the hard concrete floor, blood flowing sluggishly out of his left hand as the memories collapsed in front of him. It was the anniversary of his brother Sam's death but it was also a day Dean needed to face. Sluggishly, Dean curled his hand around the broken glass he could feel embedded in his palm and felt himself anchor in the pain.
"DEAN!"
Dean stiffened on the ground at the sound of a younger man's voice and then a hand was touching his shoulder and his face. Blinking blearily at the younger man in front of him, Dean tried to pull the edges of his anxiety back under control.
"Get off me," he growled but with no real heat. He knew the person in front of him had been startled to find him on the ground and bleeding at that. He knew instinctively that they had only meant to offer assistance.
The person moved slightly back but didn't really leave Dean's personal space. "Sam… I'm good. Just move back so I can get up will you?"
The person shifted uncomfortably and met the gaze of the other person that had come looking for Dean when he hadn't answered the phone or the intercom buzzing. "Dean. It's me," Adam said softly holding out his hand.
Dean blinked at the hand hazily before his eyes drifted up to the bleary face the hand belonged too. Features came into focus and Dean frowned. "Adam…"
"Yes."
Dean shook his head as if he had cobwebs stuck in his short hair. He felt pain flash down his right side and absently he gripped the nub that had once been his right arm as phantom pain assaulted him along with real pain. He could feel the glass that he had accidentally got stuck in his left hand dig into his palm deeper. Wincing, he watched as Adam took his still bleeding hand in his and sighed.
"We need to clean and sanitize this Dean."
Dean nodded, his green eyes sharpening and the haunted look slowly vacating the premises. "First aid kit is on the wall by the inner door."
Adam turned to where Dean indicated and hurried to the wall to get the needed supplies. Moving back, he gently tugged Dean over to the sink where he turned on another more centralized light. Rinsing Dean's hand, he used a pair of tweezers from the first aid kit to pull out any glass slivers. Once he didn't see anymore glass, he poured antiseptic over the wound and wrapped Dean's hand in an Ace bandage. Finishing, he gave a critical once over as he gazed over the too thin frame of his brother. This happened every year but Adam had hoped this year would have been different. "When is the last time you ate anything Dean?"
Dean shook his head. He didn't have an appetite. He never did when the memories took him over. Moving forward slightly, he felt his skin flush and then Adam was front and foremost in his blurry vision.
"Focus Dean. You had a flashback. But this is real."
Dean raised his hand to Adam's face. "Adam… But Sam…he was here…"
Adam shook his head. "I know you miss him and I am sure he misses you too. But that was me Dean, not Sam. I am here. Michael is here. Ben, Emma, Jack and Gabriel are all here. Benny is here."
"Benny?"
"Aye Cher. I'm right here."
Dean closed his eyes against the onslaught of his emotions and felt Adam bump his shoulder with his own. Opening his bright green eyes, he nodded to his brother and then to Benny.
"You with us, Cher?"
Dean nodded and allowed himself to be pulled into Benny's arms. Smiling crookedly, he glanced at his Impala, his Baby and then back at his brother and then to his love before placing a hand up in front of Adam and Benny. "No chick flick moments."
Adam snorted knowing what Dean was looking for and what he needed. "All right jerk."
"Bitch."
Dean nodded. It wasn't the same without Sam but Adam tried so hard to be himself and to also be there for Dean that it still felt right and good. Benny shook his head and placed a hand on his slightly rounded stomach. It had only been a few months since he had found out he was pregnant but the doctor's were cautiously optimistic and Benny hoped they were right. Because if they were right and he was able to carry to term, he wanted to name the baby Sam whether it was a girl or a boy. That way, he figured Dean would still have a piece of his brother with him that he had lost so long ago.
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Author's Note: 1) Yes, the alternate ending leaves it more open-ended as to whether or not Benny is able to have the child or not, but that's intentional. If you want my personal opinion, I actually like the other ending better. 2) I'll make sure to clarify this from the first story A/B/O or no A/B/O, I don't do smut. Fluff, sure…smut, no. 3) I already have the next two stories (currently one-shots) done but one I'm still waiting on my secondary beta to finish…beta-ing and the other I haven't even sent to my first beta, yet.
First Beta's Note (Andrea): And I do smut, so I do hope you enjoyed that little thing I did.
Second Beta's (Lena) Note: I'm just along for the ride and to help out these wonderful writers with their story. I don't do smut but I do enjoy a good old fashioned romp so I give kudos to both of these writers for their combined talents.
Edit (November 7th): The one thing I think I should point out…what I wrote initially was no where near this long or detailed. I sent it to Andrea, she did her beta thing and then sent it back. I then sent it to Lena and…to be perfectly honest, with Saint of the Sinners as a whole, she ended up being more of a co-author then a beta, but overall, it made the story so much better. So while, she's still listed as my beta, for this story, she was more of a co-author.
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