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Sam is 29 and Dean is 33.
It all flashed before his eyes. Hell, his mother's death, Sam dying. Every bad moment in his life, all at once. The sadness, the pain, the anger, the regret.
Dean awoke with a start. He was breathing heavily. He wiped the stray tears off of his face and sat up in bed. He looked around the room, having forgotten where he was for a second.
He was in a motel room in St. Louis. Sam was sitting at the table, laptop open in front of him. He was giving Dean a confused look. His brother had been acting strangely all day. They were here hunting a witch. She was hiding pretty well. They had only found her once. She had said a few words of an incantation and ran off. Dean had been acting out of the ordinary ever since. He wanted to head back to the motel room, instead of going to the bar. He didn't want to eat anything, not even a slice of pie. When they got to the motel room, Dean had dropped right into bed. He didn't even take off his shoes. The weirdest part was that when they got back, it was only two in the afternoon.
"Dean? You ok, man?" Sam asked his brother. He could see tear tracks on his brothers face.
"Y-yeah." Dean said unconvincingly.
"You've been off all day, Dean. Is there something wrong?" Sam asked.
"I don't know what's going on..." Dean said.
"Do you think it was that witch?" Sam asked him.
"Maybe." he said, then yelled in pain.
"Dean!" Sam said and crossed the room quickly to stop Dean from falling face-first onto the floor. Dean was holding his head. His eyes were shut tight and his face was one of pain. Sam lowered Dean to the floor.
"Sam..." Dean said sadly.
"I'm right here, Dean. I'm right here."
"I think it was the witch." Dean struggled to get out. He then yelled again.
Sam helped his brother get up and they headed towards the door, Sam all but carrying Dean. Sam took the keys from the table and opened the door. They headed out to the Impala and Sam put Dean in the passenger seat. After Dean was secured in the car, Sam went around the front of the car and got into the driver's side. Sam put the key in the ignition and started the car. They pulled out of the parking lot and got on the road, going as fast as possible. When Dean was sleeping, Sam had worked out where the witch was hiding out, an abandoned warehouse outside of town. Sam sped towards it, not planning on slowing down any time soon.
"Dad!" Dean said anxiously. Finally, Sam realized what was happening inside his older brother's head.
"You're seeing old memories, aren't you? Bad ones?" Sam asked him, hoping to get a response.
Dean nodded a little. Sam looked at Dean sadly, understanding the pain he must be feeling.
Sam looked forwards again and sped up, wanting to get to the witch's hideout as quick as possible.
Sam pulled up at the warehouse and immediately stopped the car. He took the key out of the ignition. Sam got out of the car and looked at Dean.
"Stay here. I'll be back." Sam said. With that, Sam ran off towards the warehouse door.
"No, Sam..." Dean muttered.
As soon as Sam got inside, he pulled out a gun. He planned on putting a bullet in the witch's head. That would get rid of whatever curse she put on Dean. It would also be sufficient vengeance for what she did to his big brother. He walked down the hall towards a room with a closed door. When Sam reached the door, he turned the knob silently and opened the door.
There she was, the witch who put the curse on Dean. Sam immediately aimed for her head. She simply flicked the gun out of his hands. It skidded across the floor and landed on the other side of the room.
"After me again, are you?" she said. She then held out her hand and flung Sam against the wall behind him.
"Leave my brother alone!" Sam said with as much force as he could muster after having the wind knocked out of him.
"Oh, I'd be much more worried about yourself, darling." she said. She then closed her hand into a fist.
Sam yelled in pain. It felt as though his whole chest was being crushed slowly. He thought about Dean in the car. How was he going to help his brother now? He couldn't stop this witch. He squeezed his eyes shut.
"Hey! Let him go, you bitch!" came a shout. Then came the sound of a gun firing and a thud as something hit the ground. Sam fell to the ground, the witch's grip no longer affecting him. Sam opened his eyes and was stunned by the sight in front of him.
Dean was leaning against the wall, barely keeping himself up, holding a gun. The witch was laying on the floor, dead. She had a bullet in the middle of her forehead.
"Getting rust, Sammy." Dean said, standing up straight.
"Oh shut up." Sam said with a smile, "You ok?"
"Yeah. You?" Dean asked.
"Fine. How did you get in here? When I left you out there, you could barely talk."
"Well, I wasn't gonna let you come in here all alone, now was I? What kind of big brother would I be then?" Dean asked.
"The hurt kind. I could have handled this." Sam said, "I didn't want you to get hurt even more."
"Well I didn't want my little brother getting hurt. So I got out of the car, hobbled along, and shot a witch. Sue me." Dean joked.
Sam walked towards his brother and patted him on the back. His way of telling Dean 'Thank you' without creating a dreaded chick flick moment. He then walked out of the room and towards the exit. Dean smiled at his little brother and followed close behind.
"Hey dude. Can we go get some pie?" Dean asked.
"He's back." Sam said, "Sure, Dean. As soon as we get rid of the body."
"Almost forgot." Dean sighed, "It's never done, is it?"
"Nope."
Even though the job is never done, the boys always know they can count on each other. No matter who they were up against. No matter what happens, Winchesters stick together.
Until the end. And beyond.