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Warnings: None.
Spoilers: Supernatural: *Very Vague* General Season 4, Merlin: *Very Vague* All Seasons (Read: Almost no spoilers at all.)
Setting: SPN: Between 4.05 and 4.12 (Imagine a rare moment in Season 4, when the brothers weren't fighting.)
"Do you ever feel like we're living as two different people?"
Dean glanced over at the other bed. Sam had his gaze hard at work at trying to bore a hole into the wall, complete with furrowed brow and pensive expression.
"I mean," Sam continued, "I remember when I was Merlin. What I was like, what I wanted to accomplish, stuff that irritated me, habits I was trying to break, things I enjoyed—"
"—that stupid neckerchief you wore…" Dean muttered.
Sam went on as if he hadn't heard. "I feel like I'm two different people. Compared to who I was as Merlin, my personality is almost completely different."
Dean pondered that for a moment. "Well," he finally offered, "You're still just as much of a girl."
Sam blinked at him irately.
"Yes," Dean relented, becoming serious, "Last time it was magic and Morgana and Mordred and bringing about Albion. This time it's demons and angels and Lucifer and the Apocalypse. Fate…"
"Fate," agreed Sam.
"I hate fate."
There was a few minutes of silence as they each pondered the odd twinings of fate.
"How do I stay myself?" Sam abruptly burst out.
"You don't."
Sam shot a look over at Dean, the restrained anguish on his face visible.
"Just like you keep me on the straight and narrow, I'm gonna help you stay you." Dean gave a light shrug. "That's my job, Samantha. Big brother's prerogative. Now, I'm gonna go out for some food. Want anything?"
"Nah," said Sam returning his thoughtful gaze to the wall opposite him. "I'm good."
Dean paused in the doorway, then turned back, "I will say this, Sammy. Fate did get one thing right."
"What's that?"
"It finally made us brothers."
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