A/N: Howdy doodle! Ok, so for tonight's one shot, I dug into my archive of stories (which is finally dwindling), and pulled up a story which I wrote quite some time ago. It's kindda cruddy-- haha-- kindda being an understatement. But it is a story, and does have its moments. I've been in a really 'not feeling up to writing' mood lately, but I vow tomorrow to write like I've never writen before... Haha, I still have to finish my Christmas special one shot, which I'm so excited about. Well-- continue to read, review, and enjoy!! (ps... don't ask about the title... haha... I can only hope I was drunk or something when I named it...)
Title: All The Little Things In Life
Genre: Fluffy!
Summary: Sam's missing after a solo hunt, and all Dean can do is wait and think...
Dean stared out at the reflective lake in front of him. The water was a crystal, reflective blue from the cloudless sky. The surface was a perfect, glassy finish randomly disrupted with soft ripples from a stray bird or fish coming up. Lush green trees circled the lake, completing the look in a way that would make Norman Rockwell proud. And as Dean leaned against the warm metal surface of his black Impala he knew it would be perfect.
If Sam were there.
The lump started to form again in Dean's throat as he stared glassy-eyed out into the water. It was his fault that Sam wasn't there, he knew that. Early that morning Dean had dropped Sam off at the lake to search for a water demon that had been reported in the area. Sam told his brother that he was going to only go in waste deep in the water with the EMF meter, and to come back in about an hour. That he'd wait by the small gravel parking spot near the edge of the lake.
Dean now stood there over six hours later.
There was no Sam.
Dean had searched the area for hours. At one point he called Sam's cell, and immediately wished he hadn't as he found, abandoned on the shore, his brother's outer shirt, shoes, cell phone, wallet and spare keys for the Impala. Since then all Dean could do was wait. Warm tears burned at his eyes as the last words he spoke to his brother screamed in his head; 'Don't screw it up Sammy.'. They'd been arguing all morning which was why Sam opted to do the initial scan of the water by himself. Dean wished he hadn't said the words.
Dean swallowed, looking at the calm ripples, when his heart suddenly leapt at the sound of squelching footsteps behind him. Daring to turn around, his breath left his body in a sigh of relief at the sight of his brother, dripping wet and wearing a peeved expression, but gloriously alive.
"Sammy--" Dean took a step back from the car.
A smile came to Sam's face then at the relieved look on his brother's, "Weren't worried about me were you Dean?"
"Damn right I was," Dean didn't feel the need to hide it at that point, "Are you ok? What the hell happened?"
Sam lifted his soaked arms up, and then dropped them sloppily to his sides, "I found it."
"What?" Dean's eyes widened, and he tried to force the tears out of his throat, "The demon? The water demon, you found it?"
Sam pondered the words for a moment, "It found me?"
Dean took a deep breath and washed his hand over his face, "I'm sorry Sam."
"Why?" Sam knew why but took great pleasure at that point in watching his brother squirm under the chick flick moment.
Dean gruffly cleared his throat, "You know. For not helping. For not being here for you."
Sam looked around with a smile, his eyes finally landing on the car, "Looks like you've been here a while."
"Yeah, but your ass hasn't been," Dean glared over at his completely soaked little brother, "…are you hurt?"
Sam pulled up the sleeve of his t-shirt to reveal two slices going up towards the shoulder, "The thing had teeth."
"God…" Dean took a large step over and took a look at the wound.
"It'll be fine," Sam insisted, "We've seen worse."
"I shouldn't have--" Dean started to apologize again.
"Dude, stop," Sam smiled, "I'm ok. You were an ass, but that's no different from any other time."
Dean laughed, "Yeah, thanks."
Sam stripped off his shirt, dropping the ripped and water soaked clothing to the ground. Dean watched critically as Sam pulled away at some stray seaweed and plants that had clung to his well muscled body. Blood slowly oozed out of the cuts in his upper arm.
"Let me get that," Dean spoke and opened up the trunk.
From inside he grabbed the first aid kit and a towel.
"Here," he tossed Sam the towel, "You aren't stripping any more than that."
Sam laughed and wiped his hair down. He began to wipe down his chest and pad at his jeans when Dean told him to hold still. Sam did as he was told and Dean poured some rubbing alcohol down his arm. Sam hissed out in pain.
"You ok?" Dean asked, trying to determined if the cuts warranted stitches or not.
"Peachy," Sam replied dully, "So what were you doing the whole time you were waiting here?"
"Watching," Dean responded, putting some antiseptic on the cuts.
"Watching what?" Sam smiling knowing his brother was trying to avoid something.
Dean sighed before answering, "The little things."
Sam bit back a comment that would probably earn him a swift smack upside the head, "Like what?"
Dean shrugged, "There were some birds that keep on going at the water. A stupid deer who was constantly getting freaked about something and so couldn't take a drink from the lake. Then there was a--"
"Oh my God," Sam laughed.
"What?" Dean took out some gauze from the bag.
Sam grinned widely, "My brother, in the course of couple of hours, turned into nature boy."
Dean pressed hard on the wound with the sterilized gauze causing Sam to let out a yelping laugh before Dean spoke, "It was either that or wondering were the hell you were."
Sam stood back as his brother finished bandaging him up, "Yeah."
"Gotta admit though," Dean turned his attention back out to the perfect lake, "Out of all those things… I would have done pretty much anything to see you."
Sam smiled and stepped forward to place a hand on Dean's shoulder, forcing a fake sob, "I love you too nature boy."
Dean laughed and shoved Sam's hand off, "Dude, I'm going to throw you back in the lake in about two seconds."
Sam echoed his brothers laugh as he grabbed the towel, opening the passenger door of the Impala to lay it down, "Lets hit the road. I'm beat."
"Ok," Dean took one last look at his brother before rounding the car, "So how the hell did you get rid of the thing?"
Sam spoke as Dean got into the drivers side, "Water demon… killer teeth. Hates the sun."