Long time since I updated this so I figured now was the time
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Chapter 2
Last time
Dean makes it to the bedroom in three bounds. He sees Sam, lying there, still and silent with a cord wrapped around his neck, and he's frozen.
"Sammy," He falls to his knees after he rushes to his brothers side. "Come on Sammy," he scooped him up, praying for his brother to be okay. At the same time, he knew.
He knew as soon as he realised as he saw him lying on the floor. Sam would have called for him- Sam would have-
"Please," he begged. "Please, no."
"Sam, either come in and tell me what's bugging you or go away. It's really annoying having your kid brother hovering," a seventeen-year-old Dean
says cockily, not even lifting his arm from over his face, and waits for Sam to comply. He is rewarded with the soft patter of feet across the thinly
carpeted room and a slight depress on the edge of his bed as Sam sat down beside him. "Dad's away out, says he'll be back in an hour. Two at most, we
have to stay here and he'll bring back dinner."
"That's not what you came to talk to me about." Deans dropped the mask of cockiness. Truth be told, he was dog tired and wanted nothing more than to
crawl into this slightly hard single bed and sleep until next Tuesday, but he knew his brother and had to ask. He and his father had just gotten back after
a particularly difficult hunt. Sam had had to stay behind. It was only supposed to be for a week but they had gotten bogged down and it had taken over
two weeks before they were finally able to kill the son of a bitch.
Dean opened his eyes and sat up, inviting Sam to get comfortable. "What's up?" Dean wondered: was it something to do with school; he was like that,
getting worked up about stuff that didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. Whatever it was, he must have been really stewing on it all evening. For
when they were at dinner and even after, when they had had that wrestling match for the remote, he had been normal. There had been no trace of the
frown that now adorned his face or that look in his eyes. Dean didn't know what bothered him worse, the fact that something was bugging his brother
this much or the fact that he hadn't realised sooner.
"You and dad were gone a long time."
Dean frowned. Was this what was the matter? He had already explained, in detail and late into the night, about what had kept them away.
"Was Cal-"
The joke on his lips died at the look his brother shot him. Transparent Dean, very transparent, he thought to himself. He wondered what could be the
matter and then, after a few seconds pondering, it hit him. What Sam, a relatively innocent kid must have gone through in those two weeks. He had dad,
even though he had been sorely tempted to drop him off a cliff every chance he got, and he hadn't been alone. Sam, his beloved brother, was probably
worried sick thinking everything had happened.
"You thought that we weren't coming back," he asked quietly, "You thought that something had happened to us."
A small nod from Sam confirms this and Dean finds himself pulling Sam into a hug.
"Nothing," he finds himself saying, with surprising passion, "Nothing will ever happen, not to us and not to dad."
"Bu-"
"Quit arguing and listen to Dean. I'm older and I know best. Yes, we will die I can't argue with that. But it'll not be for an extremely long time and only on
our terms when it comes. Sam, I know you were scared when we were away and I'm sorry that you had to be put through that. But it's done. It's over
and I'm here. I'll always be here for you. As long as I have breath in my body I'll always be there for you. You don't need to be scared or even annoyed.
Dean-o will always be here."
Those words taunted Dean, those stupid hopeful words, as he held the still body of Sam.
"Sammy," he whispered. Tears fell from his eyes as he hugged Sam close. And that's how Missouri found them a little while later.