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Title: Brother, Where Art Thou?
Chapter Title: Chapter Six
Setting: Part of this story is AU. Part of it isn't. The real Supernatural world is set a couple months after AHBL. Sam's 24, Dean's 28.
Summary: What if, along with killing Mary that night, the demon also kidnapped Sam? Dean missed his brother greatly throughout his life, but learned to move on, hunting and killing things with his father. But now they've heard about a young Stanford student dying the same way Mary had, and this mystery leads him to the one person who's been missing from his life…
Authors Note: The realized the reason I lost interest in this story is because I made them realize they were brothers way too soon. My mistake. I'm impatient, haha. But now I have a plan! And a twist. Yay me! ;-)
Warnings: probably a few typos here and there...
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"Dean, you said it yourself. You want me to stay here and lead a normal life. And I want you to stay away from me so you won't get hurt. If we're away from each other, we can have that."
"Sam, I wanted that before, but I don't anymore," Dean said, his jaw clenching slightly. How could Sam be saying this? Was he really that mad that Dean had kept the information from him? That now he didn't even want to be around his older brother? No, Dean couldn't think that. It was obvious that Sam was happy that Dean was there, no matter what was going through his head about the future. He just wanted to keep Dean safe. And Dean could understand that… he wanted to keep Sam safe. "Sam, whether I like it or not you're going to have to deal with the supernatural. And whether you like it or not I'm going to have to deal with bad ass demons. So why don't we just deal with them together?"
Sam thought for a moment. Dean had a point. But, then again, there was no way he'd come across a demon like the one that was after Sam. He was powerful beyond reason and evil beyond reason. Sure, there were probably other demons around like him, but they couldn't be as bad. Nothing could be as bad as Him. "No, Dean. I've made up my mind. I'm not letting you get hurt."
"I don't care what you want, Sam," Dean said stubbornly, crossing his arms. He lost Sam once, he wasn't going to lose him again. There was just no way. No way in hell. Sam could mope and complain all he wanted. Hell, he could throw a few punches at Dean if that's what was going to make him feel better about all this. Dean didn't care. Sam wasn't leaving him. He wasn't leaving Sam. Winchesters didn't leave a man behind. They didn't abandon each other. That's just the way it was. It was that simple. Why couldn't Sam understand that?
Sam looked utterly shocked at what Dean had just said. Uh, that wasn't part of the plan. No, he didn't have a plan. But if he did, Dean saying that wouldn't have been part of it. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. We're brothers. Brothers stick by each other no matter what. They support each other and help each other and they never, ever leave each other. Unless, you know, one gets married or something. Then one should probably leave, or else it'd get totally awkward in that house. Brothers have a bond, Sam. We have a bond. Whether you want to realize it or not. Brothers don't abandon each other. And I'm not going to let you leave me again. There's just no way in hell. I've been without a little brother for twenty two years, seven months, and eight days. I don't want one more second to pass without you. Do you understand me? Not one more fucking second."
Sam sighed, but seemed to accept this. Seemed being the keyword. Dean wasn't going to let Sam leave. Dean wasn't going to leave Sam. That much was clear. But that didn't stop Sam from forming his own plan. Dean really should've given him more credit. After all, Sam did get a full ride to Stanford. But, for the moment, he'd have to go along with it. For both their sakes. "Fine." Pause. "Jerk."
Dean smirked slightly, patting Sam's shoulder. He seemed oblivious to the fact that his brother was planning a secret getaway. One that Dean couldn't stop. "Bitch."
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Sam laid in his motel bed that night, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe everything that he had found out that day. It was all so surreal. Dean was alive. Their dad was alive. The demon was back and looking for him. Sam was actually getting the chance to get to know his brother, the person that he had longed to meet his whole life.
And now he was just throwing it all away.
One would ask why Sam was doing that. Really, it probably didn't make much sense. Sam finally got what he wanted. He finally had a family. He finally had the chance to love someone and be loved back in return. He finally had someone to watch his back, instead of having to watch his own back all the time. But that was just it. Sam didn't know Dean, but he knew they were brothers. He knew that he cared about Dean. From the moment he met the older Winchester, Sam knew there was something different about him. And maybe if he had just got with that originally, maybe if he had been more suspicious about Dean instead of brushing off the strange connection that they seemed to have, Sam wouldn't be in this mess. He wouldn't have to deal with leaving Dean behind.
But it was for Dean's own good. Sam knew that. Sam didn't want to leave Dean. Of course not. As previously stated, he had wanted to meet Dean his whole life. And he was glad that he had that chance. But when you care about someone, you put their needs before your own. And that's all Sam was doing. He was making sure that nothing ever happened to Dean. He wouldn't be able to handle it if something did. It'd break Sam. And he had already been broken enough. Leaving Dean would hurt, yes, but it wouldn't break him. As long as he knew that Dean was out of harm's way, Sam wouldn't break. He'd be too happy.
Sighing slightly, Sam sat up, glancing over at the figure in the bed across from his, in which Dean was sleeping soundlessly. The younger Winchester boy allowed himself a small smile at this image, before it quickly melted away, replaced by a look of longing and sorrow. As quietly as he could, he stood up, heading towards the door. Years of living with Him had taught him how to move gracefully and not make a sound. But, apparently, a trained Winchester had better hearing than upper-level demons. Fantastic.
"Sam? Where th'hell you goin?" Dean asked groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sat up in his bed slowly. Light filled the room almost immediately as Dean turned on the lamp. He looked at his little brother for a moment before looking over at the clock on the nightstand between the two beds, which read 3:17. "It's th'middle o'th'night. Go back t'bed, dude." Dean let out a yawn, though showed no indication that he was going back to sleep until Sam did. No way.
"I, uh… I had to use the restroom," Sam said lamely. That sounded better in his head. Wait, no, it didn't. It sounded lame either way.
Dean rubbed his eyes once more, waking himself up a little bit more, his voice a little less groggy than before. "I didn't realize the motel uses public bathrooms," he said dryly, cocking an eyebrow at his brother.
Sam looked around, trying to make up an excuse. Suddenly he wished he was in one of those Twix commercials. Cause, yeah, he needed a minute. And, damn, those things were good. "Oh. This isn't the bathroom door," he said, glancing at the main door to the motel. "I guess I was mistaking it in my half-asleep state."
"Bull," Dean said, crossing his arms. "You were trying to leave, weren't you?" Sam opened his mouth for a moment to respond, but Dean cut him off. "I'm tired of your half-ass lies. You're my brother and I'm not letting you go anywhere. I spent twenty two fucking years praying to a God I barely believe in that you were alright. That you were alive. And now I know that you are, I'll be damned if I let you leave this room and go and get yourself killed just because you don't have your wiser, better looking older brother around to save your ass from the things in the dark. Now get back to bed, Samantha. We have to shag ass in the morning to meet up with Dad."
Sam raised his eyebrows, but didn't dare let himself get his hopes up. Bad things always seemed to happen when he did that. "Dad? We're going to see Dad?" Sam had prayed for years to be able to meet his father. Granted, he wasn't as interested in John than he was in Dean, but that wasn't the point. The more family Sam could get his hands on at the moment, the better. But, no. He was leaving. He'd never meet John. It just couldn't happen.
"Well, yeah. Sam, you're his son. I can't just hold you hostage. The man would shoot my foot off when he finally found us. Then he'd hire some voodoo witch to regrow it so he could shoot it off again," Dean said, staring at Sam like he was completely insane. Yeah, John had given up on finding Sam long ago. He hadn't believed that it was possible. He thought Sam was dead. But Dean knew that, now that they knew Sam was alive, John would want to see him. Sam was his boy. His youngest. He meant the world to John. And Dean knew that.
Sam raised his eyebrows. "He'd shoot your foot off?" Maybe he didn't want to meet John after all…
Dean chuckled slightly, shaking his head. "No. It's an expression. Well… not really. I just meant that he'd be pissed, that's all. Don't worry, he only shoots the feet off of other hunters." At the look that Sam gave him, Dean couldn't help but laugh more. "I'm kidding! Jeez, you need to get out more."
"Can I go to the bathroom now?" Sam asked, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, yeah, sure, Sasquatch. Have fun," Dean said, waving him away as he unsuccessfully tried to stifle a yawn as he stretched, making himself comfy as he sat against the headboard of the bed.
Sam walked over to the bathroom and closed the door, sighing as he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the hard wood. He couldn't believe this. He could escape a freakin demon, but he couldn't escape his older brother? That didn't make any sense. Then again, many things about Dean Winchester didn't make much sense, now did they? No, not exactly. Getting away from Dean wasn't going to be as easy as he thought, was it? … No, he didn't think so.
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"Shit. God damn fucking shit."
Dean rushed into the bathroom, wetting down one of the dirty motel rags in the sink before quickly rushing back into the room, over to his brother's bed. Something was wrong. Something was seriously wrong. Five minutes ago he had woken up to the heartbreaking sound of his geeky little brother having a vision. Unfortunately, Sam found it necessary to research at all hours of the night lately, and had been awake for this one. They didn't seem to be getting any better.
And why was Sam having visions now that the Yellow Eyed Freak of Doom was dead, anyway? Weren't they supposed to stop? Hadn't all the children been killed? That's why the bitch finally chose Jake, right? Because everyone else was dead. Sam was the last of the psychics of his generation. All his visions were connected to the others. He wasn't supposed to be having them anymore. This didn't make any sense.
Then again, this wasn't your average vision. It took a lot more out of Sam than any of the others had. As soon as it was over, Sam had started burning up, sweat practically pouring by the bucket load from his body. Dean would have taken him to the hospital if Sam hadn't insisted over and over again that they couldn't risk it. They had to wait for Ellen and Bobby to call them. Things were dangerous right now. They had to keep in doors and protected as much as they possibly could. Going to the hospital might be the last thing they ever did.
"Dean…" Sam whispers weakly, now laying in his bed, blankets covering him. Dean was hoping to sweat out the fever. But life was just never simple for the Winchesters, was it?
"I'm here, Sammy. Don't worry, I'm going to take good care of you," Dean said, pressing the damp washcloth to his baby brother's forehead. "It's going to be okay. Just get some rest."
"But, Dean—"
"What?" Dean asked, a little irritated. Didn't Sam know the meaning of 'rest'? No, of course not. Sam never slept. He was like a freakin zombie. Or something.
"I saw Him. He's not dead, Dean. The Yellow Eyed Demon—I saw him come after you."
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Haley: Aaaaand that's all you're getting this chapter. I know, I know, you guys are probably a little confused, right? Well, more than a little. Probably a lot. But I promise that I'll explain it all in the next chapter.
Sam: And she promises not to take over a year to update this time.
Haley: Erm… yeah, sorry about that. As soon as I had them figure out they were brothers, I knew I made a mistake. I'm impatient, and I wanted it to happen quickly. But that was the plot for this story. So… I kind of lost my muse for what was going to happen next. And then I came up with this idea! So, yeah, there we go.
Dean: Haley, no one even knows what this 'idea' of yours is. And how dare you make Sam sick.
Haley: I'll admit, that part was unnecessary… but I couldn't help myself. Grin. Alright, it's late and I'd like to go to bed. Say bye, boys.
Dean: Bye, boys.
Sam: Don't be a smartass, Dean.
Dean: Aw, but it's what I do best!
Sam: Rolls eyes. Bye, guys! Remember to review! It makes Haley happy.
Haley: Yup, it sure does! Now, say bye, Dean.
Dean: Bye, Dean.
Haley: Rolls eyes. Forget it.