A Year to Remember
By
TheaWalker
Prologue
Disclaimer – I wish they did belong to me but they don't
Author Note – Story number two! I always felt that season three was lacking in brotherly moments and so I decide to write a few which I could see happening. Anyway please enjoy
Summary – Dean has one year left before he's dragged into hell and he plans to make the most of it. A year is a long time and its gives plenty of time for memories to be made. Missing brotherly scenes from season three.
Pairings – None which are important or long lasting!
He had always known that one day he was going to die. It had been the only thing Dean Winchester had been sure of since he was four years old, that and the fact that he had to keep his younger brother Sammy safe.
It had gone without saying that he expected to die first, anything other then that would have probably broken him, shattering what little of himself he had kept safe from the brutal regime of his youth. He was the one most family orientated of the Winchester, the one whose mission seemed to be keeping them functioning as normally as possible.
He had taken responsibility for Sam from the minute his father placed him in his arm with a look of horror and told him to run. After that it had been simple, protect Sam. Keep him away from their father and the way of life for as long as he could. He kept him safe, he bathed him, fed him, read to him, gave him some sort of routine, dropped and picked him off at school, booked any doctor or dentist appointments the younger boy might need all the while trying to keep up with his own studies. He had been both a father and mother to Sam when he had been a child himself
He should have resented it, the loss of his youth, the burdens placed on his young shoulders which were crushing him but he never seemed to find the energy to do so. Instead he remained quiet, rarely speaking to anyone other then Sam unless they directly addressed him.
It had changed when he grew up, he went on the offensive instead, speaking to them before they spoke to him so he could lead the conversation into areas he felt safe and secure in. Speaking about the job was fine; speaking about Sam to him was fine. He could even cope with conversations including his Dad but anything else was off bounds.
He wondered whether anyone had noticed that everything he spoke about was purposely shallow. He spoke of food, music, TV shows, even his job, things which were unimportant and which revealed nothing of him self. The only thing he showed was his loyalty and love for Sam but he couldn't hide that even if he had been able to. Sam was everything to him and he watched out for him possessively.
The day Sam had died in his arms had been the day he died as well. He was still walking and breathing but everything which had made him who he was died. Their father was dead. Sam was dead. There was no reason why Dean should carry on living except he had known there had been a way, a way to save Sam. He could sell his soul to bring Sam back.
He hadn't even hesitated, the demon gave him a year which he accepted, hell he would have agreed if she had given him a week, a day even an hour anything to have Sam moving and talking again. Selling his soul didn't even seem a sacrifice as long as his brother came back to him.
When he left and returned and saw Sam alive his heart slowly began beating again, he sucked in deep breathes feeling as though he was breathing for the first time since it has happened. Sam was back, he hadn't failed him.
If the thought of hell terrified him he was able to push it back from his mind.
He would live each day as though it was his last, building memories which he hoped would stay with him in his agony.
Memories for Sam to keep.
All he knew was that he had been worth it.
Author note – Here we go! the prologue is complete. Please review but no flames. Just so you know the other chapters will be a lot longer then this one
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"Come on Sam don't look at me like that, you know deep, deep down you want to come as well, I can see it written all over your face" Dean started, his smile widening into a grin as Sam shot him an annoyed look.
"What makes you think I want to go with you to a brothel?" Sam demanded, crossing his arm across his chest. Dean raised his eyebrow and pretended to give the question some thought.
"Well because you're a man for one and you're not gay unless you've been keeping secret. What straight male with a pulse wouldn't want to go and watch a strip show in a brothel?"
There was a moment hesitation before Sam allowed a smile to come to his face.
"I'll get my coat"
