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"Dean."
Dean's head snapped up so fast from the guns he was cleaning that he was surprised he didn't get whiplash. It was one in the afternoon. His eyes came to rest on Sam, standing next to the motel room door and looking as if the cat ate his canary. The kid was always grabbing him hook, line and sinker with those puppy dog looks and Dean just sighed now. He knew what was going to happen - Sam was going to apologize that he had been a jerk, was never going to reveal his plans, and then they would have lunch like nothing happened.
"Sammy. Back from your long walk, I see. The exercise pound some sense into your brain?"
"Shut up, Dean. What are we doing for lunch? Am starving."
Huh. Not even the apology was on its way, never mind an explanation to Sam's freaky thoughts.
"McDonald's sounds good?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Okay, atleast he'd get to drive his baby again. The Impala was parked in the same spot for a day and a half now and Dean was missing the steady thrum of her engine and the warm steering wheel under his palm already.
"Okay Sammy, let's go. I feel the need to bite into a yummy burger and let its juices run through my arteries and veins."
"It's Sam. And it's surprising that anything runs through your arteries, they are already clogged with cholestrol."
Dean whooped, the Impala purring on the road. It was a really short drive, but he was just glad they were back taking his baby for a spin. Sam just sat there, staring out of the window, his eyes unseeing. The corners of his lips turned up in a wry smile when he heard Dean whooping, bringing with it a pang of pain. Dean deserved so much, more happiness than can ever be given to him. He was the best brother anybody could ask for, he had taken care of Sam from his childhood, sacrificing everything for his brother. His breathing hitched as he remembered how he had repaid that love and devotion by running off to college in his quest for a normal life.
Dean turned around, staring at the back of Sam's head as he heard the hitch in his brother's breathing. He suddenly felt dreadfully confined, not being able to find out what Sam was thinking, not being able to shield his brother from himself. Granted, the deal-day was just 15 days away, and Sam must be desperate to try anything that would work. Heck, if roles were reversed, he knew that he would be running around in panic, trying to do anything to stop the inevitable. But he didn't give up his soul for Sam to mourn and withdraw. He wanted Sammy to be happy. To be Sammy.
He sighed, wondering for the millionth time if he was selfish by making that deal. He was, wasn't he? He just didn't want to face a life without Sam by his side. And what about hell? a mocking voice rose in his head. Sam's not gonna be with you, Dean. You are going to die alone and you are just exposing Sam to more danger and pain than he can handle.
Dean shook his head fiercely, trying to clear the cloying thoughts from his mind. That was not true. Dean was offering Sam a chance at a new life, one that he had always wanted. Sam could go back to college, become a lawyer, get married and have kids. Have his normal, fulfill his dreams and most of all, be safe. Hunting was not exactly a walk in the park. You lived in constant danger, often discounting your life for the benefit of strangers. But saving people, giving them another chance, was the most rewarding experience Dean ever had. Dean never once regretted hunting, it was that and Sam that gave worth to his being. Argh, he was sounding like Oprah now.
Sam's phone rang, pulling him out of his stupor. He stared at the caller ID, a small spring of hope welling up inside him. Bobby.
"Hey, Bobby. Nope, Dean's here. Right, I won't. Ya, I did. Don't worry, I got it covered. I'll talk to you later. Yes, we are coming to the salvage yard in the evening. Will see you there, Bobby."
Uh.
"Sammy, dude, what the heck do you think you are doing? We are not going to Bobby's today, we have a vampire nest to take care of, remember? So shut up and get your head in the hunt, we'll drop by the salvage yard after we clean up those bastards."
"Screw you."
Huh.
"Back atcha, buddy boy. But you gotta listen to me. I am the one with the cool Impala, the kickass attitude and the amazing looks. Do what I say, wouldcha now? We got people to save."
"I'm going to the salvage yard. I don't care what you say, what you do. I might as well start learning to get around by myself, huh, Dean? After all, you ain't gonna be there to tell me what to do two weeks from now."
Dean stared at Sam, reeling from the shock of those words, feeling the feral anger coming off in waves from his body. But there was something else in those eyes too. Regret, pain, hope, helplessness, pleading, and misery.
How he wished he could end all of this once and for all.
Sam wished he could bite off his tongue, seeing the flicker of hurt pass over Dean's features. He wished he could reach out, apologize, wipe that pain off Dean's face, give him the world. But he just settled back in his seat, closing his eyes and willing himself to breathe slowly, calming down. Doesn't matter what Dean thinks. Maybe this was better, maybe Dean would hate him for that, maybe he would not feel the sting so much once his plan was in action.
This evening. Showdown. He would end this. Once and for all.
What do you think? Will Sam succeed in his plans to save Dean?
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