Hi! This story started as apart of the E/O Drabble Challenge. This idea took on a life of its own after I'd finished the little drabble, so I decided to turn it into a full-length story. It begins in Chapter 2. The entire drabble is in the story if you look for it.
So if you're looking for the for the full-length version, onward to Chapter 2!
Sins of the Brother
"Jess burned because of you."
Dean's tone was a weird combination of explosive hatred and agonizing weakness. Sam blocked haphazard punches, and tried to take his temperature.
"I went to hell because of a bloodsucking monster-freak."
Dean had been poisoned by hunters gunning for Sam. It wasn't fatal—not that they could die. It left Dean twisted with pain, feverish, and uninhibitedly mean.
"Dad should have put a bullet in your head years ago."
Sam grunted when Dean kicked him hard in the hip, then spit Gatorade in his face.
"I should filet you like a fish."
He grabbed Dean's wrist a beat after his knife nailed him in chest, deep enough to bleed. This was his fault, so he took it.
It took two days for the drug to work its way out of Dean's system. He woke up, not to Dean strangling him, but to a brother oozing profound shame. "Sammy…"
Sam waved him off and made some excuse about needing fresh air. He walked towards the vending machine, tears buzzing in his bloodshot eyes.
"Sammy, I feel…awful. I couldn't…stop myself."
Battered and distraught, Sam hated how words cut deeper than any knife, especially when they were true.