So, sorry about the whole epilogue mix-up. Creative Writing teacher's a bitch and i needed extra credit, and for ec, she had me write the epilogue to this, didn't like my writing until i added Sam's death. Made me post it because it "had" to be to be graded. But this one is the REAL epilogue. NO DEATH.
Warning; Fighting between Sam & Dean. Dean & John. (Barely physical)
Sam woke drowsily. He saw Dean at his laptop, his face on the keyboard, fast asleep. Sam smiled. Get some sleep once in a while, why don't ya, Sam thought.
He went over to his big brother and shook Dean. Dean groaned but only turned his head away from Sam. "Dean, wake up." He said, shaking Dean harder. Dean groaned yet again. "Go away." he mumbled, barely audible. Sam smiled. He knew how to wake Dean up.
Sam went back to the couch, positioned himself in a sleeping position and put his acting to work. He layed so he was facing the opposite way of Dean, not being able to see Dean's reaction. Sam groaned and started to stir, acting as if he'd just woken. After a few moments of Dean showing no motion of waking, Sam groaned louder, this time, causing Dean to pick his head up slightly in confusion.
Sam quickened and deepened his breathe, and groaned louder, making his face seem as if he was in pain. Dean looked at his brother, worry washing over his face. "Sammy?" he asked, picking his head up and stumbling out of his chair, falling off before rushing over to the couch to his brother's side.
Sam laughed slightly at Dean's reaction. Hoping his brother thought the shudder would look as if Sam was crying rather than laughing, he buried his face in the cushion, groaning louder. Dean put his hand on Sam's back, trying to get a reaction from Sam.
"Sammy!" Dean said, worry overtaking his voice. After a few moments of no response, Dean turned his brother with all the effort he had, lifting Sam so he was leaning off the edge of the couch, all of Sam's weight relying on Dean. Sam was surprised at this, taking note in the urgency of Dean's hands.
Once Dean had Sam turned to face him, Sam couldn't help but laugh at his brother's reaction more. Dean looked at his little brother in confusion, watching him laugh. "Sammy, what the…" Dean trailed off.
"Damnit, Sam, don't do that to me!" he yelled, releasing Sam. Sam didn't have time to stop himself, and went headfirst into the ground. He let out a yell as his head collided with the ground, the pain of two weeks ago creeping back into his head.
He stayed on the floor a few more moments, gripping the side of his aching head. Dean had gone to the fridge, angry at his brother for trying to scare him into thinking Sam was hurt.
He dug around for a few seconds for something to eat, but to no avail, stuck to grabbing a glass and filling it with water. He was surprised that Sam had been so quick to stop laughing. He looked around the corner for his brother and in horror, saw his brother on the floor, gripping his head, his ear letting out a few trickles of blood.
He dropped the glass, hearing it shatter to the floor, rushing to Sam's side. He picked up Sam's head to get Sam's eyes locked on his, checking out Sam's head.
Sam was angry. As soon as Dean picked up his head and they had eyes locked, he pushed at his brother's chest, not wanting Dean's protection or help, considering he was the one who caused the damage. "Get away from me, you dick!" Sam yelled, getting up and heading to the bathroom.
Dean was awe struck. He'd only heard Sam cuss on rare occasions and was shocked at his words. He quickly got up and followed Sam to the bathroom. Sam slammed the door in Dean's face, missing his nose by inches, and locked it.
"Sammy." Dean said, trying the door, to only see that it was locked. He leaned his head against the wooden door. "Sammy, open up." Dean said, just loud enough for Sam to hear. Sam stood on the stool in the bathroom and observed his head in the mirror.
Without warning, tears started flooding down Sam's face. He hated fighting with Dean, especially when he knew that Dean was the only thing he could rely on. Also, since the raw head, Sam felt even more scared. "I said go away." Sam said, not being able to hide the pain and tears in his voice.
Dean walked away from the door. He walked into his room, looking for a paper clip. He spotted one by his nightstand and took it, sighing as he went back to the door. "Sammy, I didn't mean to, I didn't know I was supporting all of your weight. Please, open up." he said, giving Sam one more request before making the decision for him.
Dean leaned his ear against the door and could hear faint whimpers. He jammed the paper clip into the lock. He hated when Sam cried, especially when he was the reason. In under a minute, he picked the lock, pushing the door open.
Sam was crouched by the wall, a wash cloth pressed to his ear, his arms wrapped around his knees, and his head buried in his knees, his shoulder bobbing up and down. Dean sighed, walking across the bathroom and sitting beside Sam.
"Sammy-" He started.
Sam instantly wrapped his arms around his brother's waist, still crying.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you a dick." He cried. Dean put his arm around his little brother, his heart aching at how broken Sam's voice sounded. "Just, don't leave me, De. Please." He cried into Dean's side.
Dean rubbed circles into his brother's arm, trying to soothe Sam. "Sammy, you know I'd never leave you, man. Never." He said, squeezing Sam's arm in reassurance. They sat on the bathroom floor for a few more minutes until Sam slowly drifted. After Sam was asleep, Dean stood, supporting his brother's weight with his side, still having one arm wrapped around Sam.
He picked Sam up once he was fully standing, carrying him back to the couch. He set Sam down softly, positioning his head on the pillow.
Dean moved Sam's head to peer at his ear, which had swollen a little and was red, but stopped bleeding. Dean let out a sigh of relief that it wasn't worse. Just then, John walked in with their usual Dunkin Donuts breakfast.
He instantly stepped on glass with his shoes as he walked in. He looked down at the floor, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What happened?" he asked, setting down the breakfast on the table. Dean laughed at how serious his father seemed, but stopped when his father's eyes had narrowed at his son in anger.
He straightened up, coughing a little before answering.
"I dropped Sam and he uh, fell. And I didn't know until a few seconds after I got a glass of water and I dropped it on accident. It was my fault. I'm very sorry, sir." He uttered the last two sentences quietly. John nodded his head.
"Pick it up." he said in a rough voice. Dean looked down. "Yes sir." he muttered. Ever since Sam almost getting killed, his father gave Dean the cold shoulder. Even though John assured him that it wasn't his fault after the incident, after taking Sam to the hospital, he found out the Sam had a close brush with death, and ever since, made Dean feel like it was his fault.
John grunted and grabbed his keys. "Have to run to Pastor Jim's for a while. Be back by tomorrow." Dean nodded, knowing that there was no guarantee of his father coming back when he was said to.
John nodded in response, yanking the door open. Before exiting, John turned his head. "Ta-" He started, but Dean cut him off.
"Take care of Sammy." Dean nodded. "Always." Dean said again. John laughed to himself.
Dean narrowed his eyes at his father, hating the judgmental bastard he'd turned into since the raw head attack. It had been two weeks and John still wasn't over it. He watched his father leave, glad to be away from his father for once.
Sam stirred as he heard the door shut and the engine of the Impala going. "Dean?" came a small voice from the couch. Dean whipped his head around to look at Sam, his puppy dog eyes working. Dean was locked into his brother's gaze for a few seconds before snapping his eyes away and grabbing Sam's breakfast and setting it on the table before him.
"Mornin, Samantha." He said, smiling as Sam glared at him. Sam sat up slowly, his head still aching from the fall.
"I heard you and dad.." Sam mumbled, looking down. Dean stared off behind his brother, thinking of what to say. After Dean had said nothing but started on his breakfast, Sam looked up. "Are you two gonna make up?" Sam asked hesitantly.
Dean stopped chewing, swallowed, and wiped his mouth. "Sammy, this thing is between me and dad, alright?" Dean said, trying to make his voice soft. Sam looked at him with the puppy dog eyes again.
"Dean, please…promise you'll make up. For me?" Sam asked, staring into his brother's eyes. Dean couldn't help but feel bad for his little brother. "I promise." Dean mumbled, knowing that now, it was set in stone. Sam smiled.
Dean watched Sam closely as Sam's smile vanished and saw the wince that Sam had tried to hide. He stood, going to the bathroom and grabbing medicine from the cabinet.
Sam sighed, knowing his attempt had failed. "Dean, I'm fine." he sighed. Dean just took out two pills and slid them over to Sam. Sam just stared at Dean.
"Sam, take them." Dean said after a few minutes of staring at each other. Sam crossed his arms, putting on his puppy dog eyes, but took the pills anyway.
Dean smiled at Sam as Sam glared at him again. Dean got up and went into his bedroom, changing his shirt.
"Jerk.." Sam mumbled.
"Bitch!" Dean called out from his bedroom.
Sam smiled.
He knew things would get better.
End