I am sorry for the wait but i have to celebrate fours birthdays this week and then i had to go on vacation so i am so sorry. This fanfiction will get better

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It had been three weeks. That was the thought that kept running through my mind. Three weeks. Three long weeks since Dean's death. Three weeks since Sam had talked to me. Three weeks since Sam had been Sam.

I couldn't stand this any longer. I looked at the clock that read 2 o'clock pm and Sam was still in bed. I understood his pain. I understood it like no one else could. Dean was his brother, his flesh and blood, his guardian. I got that because Dean was my best friend, besides Sam, and in a way was my big brother too. I cringed with anger as I looked at Sam, I no longer had sympathy. This was getting pathetic.

"SAM" I yelled.

Sam sat straight up looking around quickly looking like he was ready to fight off anything. Good at least he still could move. The way he laid around these days you would think he was a vegetable. He looked straight at me with a questioning look on his face, yet with that same blank stare.

"Sam get up" I said.

He looked at he and shook his head and turned right back over.

I walked toward the bathroom. This had gone on long enough. I would have understood if Sam was all alone and had no one, but he had me, and not only me but this amazing power that we knew nothing about. I filled the bathtub up with cold water. It had been three weeks since Sam had taken a shower or bath and today was it.

"Sam this is pathetic. I am not going to let you do this to yourself any longer. We have a fight to win and a battle to win and you laying on your lazy ass isn't doing us any good."

I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up. He had a look on his face, that said he wasn't expecting this. I was surprised at how easy it had been to tug him up. He had obviously lost weight because a month ago it took all my strength to tug him to his feet. I dragged him to his feet and pushed him towards the bathtub. He started resisting as soon as he realized what was about to happen.

"Sam you are getting in that bathtub, even if it takes me two days to get you there" I said.

Sam turned towards me and stood tall compared to me. I was only 5'3" for crying out loud. I pushed and he would slide little by little. Sam shook his head at me. If he only knew how dumb he looked standing there refusing to get into the water. I knew why he didn't want to get into that water. He didn't want the water to hit him and him be sent back into reality. The reality for him would be that his whole family was gone and they weren't coming back. He knew I wouldn't let him make a deal for Dean and he had promised Dean that he wouldn't. I had let him mope around for three weeks doing nothing. It was a dumb move on my behalf, but I didn't want to push him away.

"Sam if you wanna tell me something use your fucking words" I said in a tone that made him stand still and look down at me. I avoided his puppy dog stare. I quickly took my chance to push him backwards. he fail into the bathtub.

"SPLASH"

I quickly jumped in on top of him. He quickly came up from under the water and took a deep breath. His teeth chattered, as did mine. I grabbed him by his shit and pulled him up to me. He had a sort of fear in his eyes.

"Sam listen to me. I am not trying to hurt you. I am trying to help you. It is time for you to be a man. Would Dean want you doing this to yourself. When you died, did Dean lay down in a bed for three weeks and cry? No he fought and he gave his life for you. He knew you were strong enough to fight this and finish it. I know you are strong enough to finish this and be okay." I said with my eyes feeling with tears.

He looked at me with his face begging to lighten up.

"S-Sam you're going to be okay. You might not feel like it now, but trust me you're going to be OKAY" I said as I began to cry. I hadn't cried in three weeks. The last time I cried was the day that Dean was taken and now I felt that my Sam was being taken away as well.

I let my head hang. I felt as if I was letting the whole world down at this point. It wasn't easy trying to be strong anymore. I was pretty close to a breakdown when i felt a warm hand touch my face.

My head shot up and I looked at Sam, tears falling from his face.

"I'm sorry Holly"

I smiled. Sam's voice made my heart flutter. It was a bit raspy from not speaking for so long. I wiped the tears from his face. Then I did something I hadn't done in a long time. I kissed him

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okay I am sorry if this chpater is lame, it is just getting started