I Live My Life For You

Dean and Sam followed Bobby into his house, Rumsfeld having ditched them to go play on the junk cars. Bobby reached the kitchen first, and turned when the other two trailed in holding out a beer to each of them. Dean took his beer with a grateful nod and Sam took his with a quiet "Thanks" before they sat down on the couch in the living room and opened their beers. Bobby had taken the recliner instead of the couch, leaving the two younger hunters with room to stretch out as much as possible. Sam was currently leaning more towards Dean then his arm of the couch, still shaken by seeing Lucas only days after escaping from the abusive relationship. Dean noticed this, as did Bobby and after two hours of exchanging stories between him and Dean while Sam just stared at the floor Bobby finally stood. "I'm going to get some work done out in the yard. If you need to talk, I'll be there." He said the last bit to Sam, and Sam nodded but said nothing.

To tell the truth he was shaken, and afraid that any other guy but Dean was out to hurt him like Lucas had. He knew it was stupid, he knew he could trust Bobby with his life and had done so before. However now he was unsure, he was confused as to why he didn't kick Lucas' ass the first time he'd hit him. He was a better hand to hand fighter then Dean, so why had he just taken it? Dean could tell that Sam was beating himself up over letting Lucas beat him, and decided it was time he stopped him. "Sadist" He said randomly, causing Sam to jump and look at him. "What?" Dean turned towards him and saw the bewildered and disgusted look on Sams face. "Lucas, he was a Sadist. He didn't care what you thought Sammy. When he first hit you, your body went into shock. Here was this guy that you thought was sweet and loving, and suddenly he hit you. Your mind automatically blamed yourself, and he probably noticed too. He told you that you were worthless didn't he? That no one would love you, would ever want you?" Dean asked, watching as tears welled up in Sams eyes. "It was lies. Everything he told you. It was all lies. You didn't deserve to be hit, to be raped. You didn't do anything to provoke it. He got off on inflicting pain Sammy. You're not worthless, you're the most …." Dean paused for a moment, thinking. "The most caring, loving and awesome person I know. You've saved my life more then anyone else, hell you always have my back. You're the most important person in my life Sammy, so don't let what that asshole said take you from me." Dean finished with a deep sigh.

Sam sat blinking at Dean, he totally didn't expect this huge speech from his brother. But then again what Dean said made sense, he always blamed himself when something went wrong that he could have changed or prevented. It was in his nature, he was always trying to do the best he could, to make others proud. After a few moments of silence he smirked at Dean, wiping the tears from his eyes as he said "When did you get so smart?" Dean laughed at this, and grinned. "I may have learned a thing or two from this college boy I know." Sam chuckled at this, shaking his head. Dean was glad to see Sam actually laughing, and hoped that his speech had sunk into that thick skull of his. He hated having to get all emotional, it was too chick flicky for him. However if getting emotional meant getting Sam out of his funks, then he'd do it a thousand times over.

Standing up Dean grabbed their empty beer bottles and dumped them in the trash can, which was actually marked 'recyclables'. Walking to the fridge he grabbed two more, and as he sank back down onto the couch handed one to Sam. "So, what do you say that we head out in a few days. Try to find a hunt?" Dean asked, figuring what better way to rehab Sam then to give him something to take out the anger - he was sure to come – on? "Sure. I'll look for something." Sam replied, opening his beer bottle and taking a swig. "Great. Course we should stop by Missouri's. Don't want her comin' after me with that spoon of hers." Dean shuddered, that woman seriously scared him.

It wasn't but two hours later that Sam decided he should go outside, and talk to Bobby. He figured that he at least need to reassure their father figure that he was going to be okay, that Dean would help him heal. Dumping his empty beer bottle in the recyclables he opened the screen door and walked down the steps, heading towards the garage on the property where he could see Bobby working. "Hey Bobby" He said as he walked up, leaning against the wall. Bobby glanced up from the car he was working on. "Sam." Was his greeting. "You alright son?" Bobby like Dean never was much for emotional scenes. Sam nodded "No, but I will be...Dean has been helping and says he's with me forever so he'll continue to help." Bobby seemed to size him up before he gave a gruff nod "Good." Was the one worded response, and honestly he thought that Dean better stick with his brother or he'd have to give that idjit a talkin to. Sam knew that the nod was a dismissal and thus he turned, and headed back into the house. He had felt awkward, not used to talking about feelings and such to anyone other then Dean..and even then it could get awkward what with Dean being all unemotional and such.

Later that night found all three hunters settled in the living room, in the same arrangement as when Sam and Dean had first arrived. Bobby had a beer sitting on the arm of the chair as they all watched Horatio interviewing a suspect for the murder of a drug dealer. "Why the hell would they care who killed that scum?" Dean asked, gesturing towards the tv. "Worlds better off without him in it I say." Bobby glanced at Dean before he looked back at the TV, and Sam chuckled. "Dean, no one has the right to say who lives or dies." Was his quiet reply, leaning more towards his brother. "Yea well." Dean cut himself off, glancing towards Bobby. He knew that Bobby was thinking the same thing. If we could, there would be one less asshole in the world. Dean noticed Sam moved closer to him and allowed his arm to slip from the back of the couch to drape over Sams shoulders when Sam dropped his head on Deans shoulder. Bobby noticed this and couldn't help the ghost of a smile that crossed his face before he lifted the beer to his lips.

Bobby didn't know why the two were so close, well closer then they normally were. He guessed it was because of Sams past, Dean was feeling even more protective then before. Though he wasn't sure John would approve of their closeness, he honestly didn't care. They kept each other human, and kept each other caring. Without Sam he was sure Dean would become so emotionless he wouldn't give a damn if a human died during his job. What Bobby didn't notice during his musings, was the fact that Sam turned his head and kissed Deans neck, causing Dean to tense for a few moments before pulling Sam closer to him because Sam had begun to inch away when he'd noticed how tense Dean went. Dean however had shrugged off the action as a drunken accident considering the amount of beers Sam had. "De. I'ma...go to bed." Sam whispered, trying to sit up and stand but Dean simply dropped his arm to Sams waist and pulled him back against the couch. "No...then I'll be left with him" Dean whispered in a joking tone, causing Sam to smirk at the glare Bobby shot Dean. "Ya could always come to bed too." Sam replied, not minding at all the feel of Deans arm around him. He knew he should, knew he shouldn't have kissed his brothers neck. They were brothers for gods sake, and the fact if Dean ever found out he'd be disgusted and leave. It was one reason he wanted to go to bed, before he made a fool of himself and lost Dean.

Dean seemed to ponder this, before pushing Sam up as he stood. "We're gonna head to bed Bobby." Bobby glanced up from watching the TV, or so they thought. He'd been watching them outta the corner of his eye. "Alright." Was all Bobby said, smirking when they stumbled from their legs getting tangled as they tried to move around the couch. "De let go." Sam whined, and Bobby heard a "So you can fall flat on your face? No." Granted the words were very slightly slurred, but it was amusing none the less.

Upstairs Dean and Sam were in their shared bedroom, considering Bobby only had the one spare and Dean refused to leave Sam alone. Not when Lucas knew where Bobby lived now...where they were. Sam was currently pulling down his jeans, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed having already removed his shoes. Dean was laying back on his side, in just his boxers. Granted he was under the covers already, but Sam knew. Once his jeans were off he stripped off his shirt, stood and slipped under the covers. Green eyes glanced towards Dean, scared that Lucas would somehow break in during the night. "De..." Sam whispered, and his only response was a arm reaching across and pulling him back against Deans chest. "I'm right here Sammy. No ones gonna get you." Dean whispered, head resting on his pillow. Sam turned around in Deans grasp and curled against his side, head resting on Deans shoulder and a arm draping across his brothers stomach. It was a familiar posture one they slept in a lot when Sam was younger. Deans arm was under Sam, wrapped up around his back and over his side holding him against Deans side. He had honestly missed curling up against his brothers side, it had always made him feel...comfortable one could say he supposed. Dean had always meant safety, and love for him anyways. Others might have seen his brother as mean, and cruel but he knew that even when he was being an asshole he was doing it because he loved him.

Sometime later Sam woke up to the feeling he was being watched, and as he turned his head reluctantly from where it was resting on Deans shoulder he couldn't help but scream...

A/N: Shortest chapter so far, but this is just sort of a filler. Next chapter will be longer and better. Updates might be slow, got a new job working with carriage horses. R&R? Better then half naked Sam and Dean.