Chapter 17-Talks

Dean just stood there, staring at Sam through the window. Sam's eyes had been closed so he didn't know that Dean was there. Dean just stood there, watching his little brother sleep. Things had gotten so out of hand. After everything, he wished that he could just hit the undo button and stop Sam from sneaking off in the first place. But he didn't have that power, so that's why he was here now. Finally, he got the courage to go into Sam's room. As much as he wanted to wake Sam up, yell at him, hit him, do something, he just...couldn't. Sam must have sensed him though, because as soon as Dean stepped near his bed, Sam opened up his eyes.

"We need to talk." The two said at the same time. Thinking back to when Becky said she just loved it when they did that, they both shivered.

"You first." Sam said, knowing that Dean was going to get angry no matter what, so it was best for him to go ahead and vent some anger. Make their fight a little bit more bearable.

"Why Sam?" Dean asked. "If there was something bothering you, why didn't you come to me? Why did you run all the way to this fuckin' place to off yourself? Did you ever think for a minute how it would affect me? To wake up one morning to a call that said, sorry Mr. Fill-in-the-Blank, we have found your brother's body at the bottom of the river! What is going on in that fucked up head of yours that would make you think that having no life at all is better than the one that you have?" Dean yelled. Sam closed his eyes, trying to find his happy place. "Well?" Dean asked. Sam opened his eyes again.

"I don't wanna be his pawn!" Sam yelled. "I don't want to be the god damn devil's meat suit! I don't want you to be Michael's bitch! I don't want people to get that fuckin' Croatoan virus! I don't want the world to end! I don't want you to die!" Sam yelled at Dean. Dean was slightly taken aback by Sam's outburst.

"So, you dying's gonna stop me from dying?" Dean asked. "Dude, we've been brother's for like twenety-seven years and you still don't get that if you die, I'm not gonna be far behind you. I can't live without you dude. Yeah, I tried, and look what happened. Jess died, you said yes to the devil, Cas got addicted to pain meds, the world fell into chaos." Dean stopped and rubbed a hand along his face. He walked to the window that looked out over Princeton. "Back in '78, you were gonna tell her to have you aborted or something. You were gonna tell her that after she had me, you wanted her or Dad to get something done so they couldn't have anymore kids, weren't you?" Dean asked. Sam hung his head and looked down at his blanket. "Sammy!"

"Yes!" Sam yelled. "Mom and Dad would still be alive! You'd have a normal life! You'd have kids and a house and a dog named Spot! You'd have everything that you ever wanted!"

"And who says that I want that?" Dean asked.

"You did! When you got caught by that genie in '07, you had a normal life as your hearts desire!"

"And you were there!" Dean said. "My life would never be the same without you Sammy. I couldn't deal with this life without you. Yeah, in that world we weren't exactly the brothers we are today, but at least I had you man." Dean's tone softened. He looked back at Sam who was trying so hard not to look at Dean, but he couldn't help it.

"So, we're brothers again?" Sam asked.

"We never stopped." Dean replied. Sam looked up at him and smiled.

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