Confessions
Chapter 2
(It was a long drive into this sleepy town. They acquire a motel room. Dean's exhausted and although he wants to go out and blow off some steam; he first needs to get some shuteye. After getting washed up, he takes the bed closest to the door, and lays himself down, turning onto his side facing the windows. Sam comes over and sits on the other bed, not quite ready for sleep yet; he just stares at Dean in the dark. Dean can almost feel Sam's eyes piercing into his back, but is too tired to get into something tonight and tries to ignore him.)
Sam: Deun?
(Dean's eyes open wide. When Sam pronounces his name with a "un" sound, Dean knows his brother is upset.)
Dean: Sammy?
Sam: Deun...
(He rolls over to find Sam sitting up. There is something in his hands that he is turning over and over, but in the dark, Dean can't quite make out what it is. He waits patiently for Sam to continue. But Sam is waiting for Dean to put up a fight.)
Dean: Sam, what's wrong?
(Dean had always told Sam two things, one is "talk to me, don't keep secrets" and the other is "no chick flick moments", so it's difficult for Sam to split the difference. Dean sees his brother struggling; the way he turns his head, the fidgeting, the half laugh/half sobs emanating from his body, Sam looks like he needs a hug; but he's not sure what to do, so he starts by sitting up. Sam is preparing himself for the hardest words he's ever had to utter, although they should be easy for a brother to say, except when your other brother is Dean; that makes it difficult.)
Dean: What are you holding Sam? (Sam doesn't answer; he just starts to twirl it around his fingers. Now Dean knows exactly what it is; Sam's back-up gun.)
Dean: Are you thinking about killing me, Sam?
Sam: What? No! Deun, no. I don't want you to die.
(But Sam is still twirling the pistol.)
Dean: Then give me the gun, Sam.
(But he doesn't comply, so Dean tries again, softer and kinder.)
Dean: Sammy, give it to me? Please?
(Sam starts to hand it to Dean, but pulls it back. He can't let it go. And Sam now thinks that Dean will no longer listen, his only focus will be on the gun; maybe that's all the better.)
Sam: No, no.
(He raises the gun, the barrel pointing in Dean's direction. Dean makes no moves, he doesn't want to startle Sam, and get shot. But Dean's eyes practically bulge out of his head, when Sam brings the weapon up ever higher, and turns it on himself.)
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