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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Jun 21, 2012 0:42:56 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Dean standing in the yard of a house, he wasn’t quite sure about were he was just yet. Dean looked around trying to still get a feel on were he was, the air, the trees and the feel of things were rather familiar to him like he had been there before. It was dark and foggy outside, which made it hard for him to see anything. Dean then looked in front of him now getting a better look at what it was, he could see a house that was sitting there in front of him. “What the hell?” Dean said to himself. Dean took another look realizing what it was, it was the house that Sam and Dean grew up in.
Dean didn’t know why the hell he was even there anyway, he hated being here it brought back memories that Dean really didn’t want to think about. Then as he was standing there he could see someone up in the window, he got a better look at saw it was his Mom. Calling to him for help, “don’t worry Mom I’m coming for you!” Dean said running towards the house. As soon as he was running closer to the house, the whole thing caught fire. Dean was yelling mad knowing he couldn’t not make to his Mom now, “No!!!!” Dean was yelling as he then woke up.
Dean rushed up really fast as he woke up in the motel room bed, he looked around to see that Sam was no were to be found. “Just once I would Like to wake up and find that boy here in this room, he cant sit still for a minute even if his life depended on it.” Dean said out loud to himself. He had such a bad headache these nightmares were really starting to get old fast, why for once cant he just have a good dream? Dean then decided to go find himself a vending machine for a snack and a soda, food always makes Dean’s days better. Well most of the time it does.
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Post by samwinchester on Jun 21, 2012 1:25:36 GMT -6
 The warm water felt nice on Sam's bones. Lately, there had been little time to stop and smell the roses, much less have a good long breather. Showers were rushed if they were taken at all. With all the late nights that they had been pulling lately, Sam knew that he saw few of the tiled walls, and more of the inside of his eyelids. So, when Sam had opened his eyes up that morning, and had seen that Dean was still snoring in his bed, Sam had jumped at the opportunity to jump into the shower first.
The only dower on that brief moment of triumph had been the nature of the dreams that woke him. He couldn't remember what he had dreamed, not really, which was probably all for the better. In the sheet of sweat that he had awoke in, he was really in need of this shower. It was a blessed moment of peace, away from the prying eyes that he was certain had been following him.
He couldn't shake this feeling. The feeling that there was something nipping at his heels. The feeling that there was something always looking over his shoulder, and was ready to launch itself at his face, if he turned around and dared to face it. The feeling that something, something very, very evil had followed him back up from the Pit. Maybe it came with him when Crowley tore him from Down There. Maybe it piggy-backed with his soul onto Earth. Whatever it was, it was watching him, and it was not happy that he was gone.
But not right now. The feelings came and went, and right now, it was “went.”
Stepping out of the shower, Sam took the time to look over how he looked in the mirror. For once, he was not sporting some new bruise or cut that was taking its sweet time to mend. Rather, the only thing he really noticed was that he needed a hair cut...
Towel wrapped around his waist, he stepped out of the bathroom, and into the motel room proper. He expected to see Dean still lying in bed, sawing a log about something bacon related, but he wasn't in bed. It got a long hard look from Sam, whose logical brain was trying to telling his illogical brain that it was all right. Dean probably stepped out for a minute. Coffee. Ice. Vending machine. These were the dulcet siren summoners of the errant Dean Winchester. No doubt, by the time Sam got dressed, Dean would be back.  Tag: Dean, OPEN Count: 429 Notes: Thought they might be able to get some brother-brother time. Credit: Jax
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Jun 21, 2012 23:30:15 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -Dean found a vending machine full of snacks, his eyes became larger when he saw all the many different kinds of snacks they had in the machine. So far they had licorice, BBQ potato chips, Peanut M&Ms and something called pie bite cookies. “Wow pie! I have to try that if it says Pie then its good enough for me, anything with pie rocks.” So he begin pumping in quarters for all the diffident kinds of snacks that he wanted, he knew that Sam was going to think he was a pig but at this point the really didn’t care. After he got all that he wanted he begin walking back to the motel room. His hands were so full from all the snacks he knew he was bound to drop one of them.
When he finally made back to the room while juggling snacks, he had found Sam back and in the flesh getting ready after a shower. “What the hell man I though you were dead asleep in bed, then I wake up and you are up and out of bed. What’s the deal Sammy cant sleep? Because you only got a few hours man you really need to get some sleep, you have to be exhausted. I mean we have been running around working our butts off none stop ever since you have been back.” he knew that he had to sounded like a parent but he couldn’t help it, he always looked over is brother and that’s never going to stop no matter what.
“Look Sam I’m not tying to tell you what to do, I just worry for you. I just want to make sure that you are taking care of your self, because honestly I don’t know if I could take losing you again man.” He stopped in that moment trying not to get all misty eyed on him, he wasn’t really much for letting anyone see his feeling. Dean has just always been that way keeping a stiff upper lip and be a man about things. But as always that comes from him being just like there dad.
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Post by samwinchester on Jun 22, 2012 20:54:56 GMT -6
By the time Dean had made his way back to the room, Sam had already gotten on his boxers and jeans. He tried not to be in the nude (or mostly nude, if you included the towel) when someone could come back to the room at any moment. They were brothers, and everything, and they had especially been sharing a living space since Sam had been born, but that didn't mean that things got weird when one of them walked in on the other naked.
As Dean talked about Sam needing to get his sleep, Sam slipped a t-shirt on over his head. He used it to cover up the small grin on his face. Yeah, sure, Dean could be a worrier when it came to Sam, but frankly Sam never really took to the authority offered them by their biological father. While John was off hunting werewolves and demons, Dean had been left in the motel room to help Sam with his homework or talk him through his first crush.
By the time the shirt was down all the way, though, Sam was giving him the obligatory “you don't need to worry about me” face. It didn't matter how right Dean was about it. "I know. I know I should be taking the quiet time as a way to rest but... I just couldn't sleep anymore. Bad dreams, you know." That wasn't unusual. Since he had come back from Hell, there had been no such thing as a night without nightmares. Admittedly, some of them were worse than others. Some of them he just slept right through. Some of them woke him up. The worst ones were the ones he woke up from, but it turned out he was still in the nightmare, and he had to wake up a second time.
"You don't need to worry about me, Dean." Maybe you should be.. The dreams are getting worse... and I know something is after me. But he didn't want to say that. He didn't want to just come out and say all of it. It sounded... insane. But Dean could probably sense that there was something wrong. Nothing had been right since Sam got back from Hell, and thing were no different now that he had his soul.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Jun 23, 2012 0:01:10 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -It seemed like Sam really didn’t care if he got any sleep at all, but that was him thinking he didn’t need any sleep or rest. Dean could tell by the look in his eyes looked that he was beat, they were red and almost a bit blood shot. But then again that could be Dean always blowing things up when really he his is fine. One thing he knew that was going to happen to his brother after hell was happing, he was having bad dreams night after night. Which Dean feared that was going to happen and it did. Poor Sammy he really didn’t need to have all these bad dreams again. He all ready had enough when he was getting his visions a few years back, he really didn’t need this pain all over again.
“Man I’m sorry that you are having all those dreams, I was in hell too so I had them. I know what the pain is like and how bad they can really be. They really can fuck a person up to know end, all I had were these dreams of being Tortured or causing Torture to someone else. So if you need to talk man I’m here for you and I understand what you are going threw.” He hoped that his brother would open up to him, but he knew from past experience and how stubborn they both were he wasn’t going to. At lest not in till Sam is ready whenever that will be, and when he his ready Dean will be here for him.
He could tell that Sam was not to happy with him worrying about him, but really how could he blame him after all they had been threw. He has had to deal with losing him twice now, at lest with Sam it was only once he lost him. Not counting what Gabe had done to them but still. “Look Sammy I’m sorry for having to be like this but I cant talk losing you again, I’m sorry I just cant do it!” He then stopped for a moment trying not to get upsets. “You know what? I need a drink.” He said while walking over to the fridge.
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Post by samwinchester on Jul 6, 2012 22:10:08 GMT -6
Sam wanted to open up to Dean. He wanted to say something to him. The dreams were not just about being in Hell. The torture. He could deal with that. It was the threats. He was always back in the Pit. Always back with Lucifer. And the Prince of Hell himself promised Sam that what he had in store for him would pay him back for everything that Sam had done for Lucider. Tenfold. It was a threat. A promise that he was coming, and he was going to make Sam pay. And Sam knew what that meant. It did not always mean that the bad guys went after him directly. It meant that they would go after the people that he cared about the most.
They would be coming after Dean.
But they were all dreams, right? Never mind the fact that Sam had prophetic dreams in the past. Those powers were taken away after the Pit opened. Had his time in the Pit given them back to him? Sam had been certain that he was not the monster that the demon blood had made him be, that he was not the same guy who had been running around without a soul. Maybe he had never dealt with the guilt of all that. Or maybe, the things in his dreams were really coming after him...
Those nameless, faceless things that Sam could barely remember when the sun came up. The things that appeared out of the corner of his eye when he was looking at his own reflection in the mirror. The things that stared at him from tree lines and from around corners and from shadows.
He almost felt defeated when Dean walked over to get his drink. He just didn't know how to breach the subject and he hoped, he really hoped, that Dean was going to catch on that. Or maybe Sam just needed to find a way to loosen up his tongue. "Yeah, you know what? Get me one, too?" Sam didn't want to admit it, but he was scared... and it was seizing up his ability to communicate with his brother.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Jul 7, 2012 23:07:19 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -He opened the little motel fridge getting out two beers, one for him and one for Sam. He handed Sam his beer and then quickly begin to open his popping off the beer cap. He begin to down the ice cold beer, feeling it hit the spot. “Man after a long hard day of hutting a beer is just what you need to hit the spot. Don’t you agree Sammy” He said setting down his beer on the table.
He wished Sam would open up and just talk to him, he would feel a lot better if he did. Dean remembers that even though it was really hard, after talking to Sam he felt better about everything that happened in hell. He really didn’t like the fact that he was dodging all of his questions, its like Sam knew he was there and that he cared for him but he just wasn’t saying much. It like every time Dean would let him know he was there for him, he would just look at Dean not saying a signal word. In away it was driving him up the wall him not talking to Dean.
“You know Sammy eventually you are going to have to talk to me about everything, you cant keep dodging what happened. I mean I just feel like every time I try to talk to you about it you just don’t. Now the only reason I find this so unfair is when I came back from hell and I didn’t talk to you about it, it pissed you off to no end. Enough that you trusted some black eyed demom bitch over your own brother.” He waited to see what Sam would say after that, hopeing he wasn’t just going to say fuck it and leave the room on him. Then they wont get any were.
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Post by samwinchester on Jul 13, 2012 2:53:23 GMT -6
Sam got to work popping the top of his own beer, and taking it to his mouth. He swallowed it hard, sending the audible glup of booze into his chest and to his gut. It brought with it a tangible chill, a kind of start comparison after someone has slathered Icy/Hot on their sore muscles. A cold relief, followed by the slow warming to his organs that his body was naturally inclined to do. The actual proof of the drink in his hands was almost negligible, but it helped. God, did it help, and he could feel the few tendrils of focused clarity return to his head.
He nodded his agreement to Dean about the liquid hitting the spot. Sam did not remember the last time that he had drank this early before. He hadn't even had breakfast yet. His hair was still wet form his shower, yet here he was, raising his BAC before he had a chance to put food on his stomach. But right now was one of those rare moments, a time when two brothers could enjoy a beer in a comfortable silence. And the silence seemed to press on for some time, almost as if it was trying to tell Sam to conserve his energy, because when it broke, things were going to get heavy.
“What do you want me to say, Dean? You've been there. You remember what it was like.” Sam said, looking at him almost incredulously. “All those people, all that screaming. So many faces, and not all of them human. Promises of pain. At one point, Lucifer even offered to release me, to help me break out, only to recant when the hope got to be unbearable. I think that was the worst part of it all. The hope. It took me on a roller coaster ride. Acceptance that I was going to be there forever. Knowledge that I had done it for the right reasons. Pain that I was never going to be alive again. Hope when promises were made. Hope dashed when there was nothing left to hold on to.”
Sam stopped, breathed deeply, feeling the press of a headache starting at the base of his skull. It was always there, this ache that just settled into his brain. At first, resting and quiet and dark had helped, but as time went on, there was little remedy, to the point where Sam had just accepted it as an inevitability. It was probably a result of not sleeping long or well these nights.
In the silence, during the interlude in which he tried not to get infuriated for him mentioning Ruby, he took a moment to collect his senses. The beer offered the perfect reason for that. In the amount of time it would take for him to put the bottle to his mouth, and take a drink, he could let it go. He really didn't feel like a fight right now. It was the last thing he wanted, especially since the booze was doing nothing for his headache.
The beer had a copper sting to it, the kind of sting that might come from eating a steak that was just a little bit too raw. At first, it didn't set Sam's danger senses off too much, a part of his brain recognizing the taste, and almost congratulating him on his choice of beverage. For a moment, the pain in his skull receded, and he sigh in a great relief as the bottle came away from his mouth. The warm liquid tasted sweet as it went down, astringent, but comforting in its familiarity. It took his mind and memory a moment to remember just why...
It was with a look of horror in his eyes that he opened them to look slowly, with the horror of someone who already knows the answer, to look at the content of the bottle. The glass almost hid what was living inside it, but the consistency of the stuff gave it away. That, and Sam had spent enough time of his life downing mouthful of blood to know what it tasted like. It was still sticky against the inside of the bottle, sliding lazily back down to gather at the bottom. With a fear, Sam realized that he had already swallowed about half of his bottle... and that Dean had done the same thing.
A quick look over the Dean told Sam that his brother's bottle was filled with the same sticky, cherry-colored substance. Panic set in, seeing as much of Dean's bottle gone as it was, and he reacted. Rushing from his place across the room, he attempted to snatch at the bottle, running by him, and heading straight to the bathroom. The sound of glass shattering in the sink was startling, even to Sam, who threw the stuff in it in first place. No longer contained, blood starbursted up the sink, and against the wall, even going as high as the bathroom mirror, and Sam's face. The panic nigh tangible now, Sam turned on the water in the sink, trying to get as much of the blood to go down as possible.
He stared at it in horror. Oh, God... What have I done?
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Jul 17, 2012 2:13:01 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -Dean did know what Hell was like and he hated that he could even say that he did, he had been there done that and it was the worst time in his life. He wished so much he could just take that memory out of his head like it never happened, like he was never there and he never had to feel all that pain. But he couldn’t it would always be there like a scar in his mind. He would always be stuck remembering all that happened to him, feeling like he was pulled apart piece by piece by piece. Feeling the pain of having all that he was ripped away from him. That after all the pain and torture was over and he could rest in peace dead, he would magically be put back together all over again. Then it would restart to where he would have to go threw it all over again. It really was hell for Dean, and it got to the point the couldn’t take It anymore.
So then when that did finally happen to him, and he just waited the pain to stop. He did something he told himself he would always say no to, he said yes to Alistair that he would start bringing on pain to others. Which Dean hated doing, but he couldn’t help it after all that time in hell he had caved. He started hurting and doing the same to others in hell that was done to him. It kills him everyday knowing that he did that, and he wishes everyday that he could take it all back. But sadly he cant. So he may not be completely in Sam’s shoes but he had been threw enough pain to understand some what of what he was feeling.
“You are right Sammy I do know what it was like and it killed me ever moment of it, It something I would never want to relive. But you know what hurt me the most, all the pain after being back keeping it all in knowing what I had done. You know what after you drilling me and wanting me to talk to till I finally did, doing all that did help me. Even know it was hard talking to you letting out the pain did help me Sam, and all I’m trying to do right now is help you. You are my brother man I care, so I just I’m trying to understand what you went threw and you wont tell me. You may not think this, but I think once you do talk to me you will feel better. Trust me on this.”
But then after saying all that it was like Sam had lost it, telling him finally how he felt and all he had been threw. But by the way Sam was acting it didn’t seem to make him feel better, it almost seemed as though he was going to lose it. Dean didn’t know what he had done but he felt stupid like he wasn’t helping he was making it worse. What had he done? He felt bad watching his brother sit over there trying to seem ok, but really he wasn’t.
They then both sat there in silence drinking there beers, Sam seemed so much like something was wrong. It seemed like he was worse now then before, Dean really needs to learn to keep his mouth shut more often. After all he was just trying to help his brother, even though he really hadn’t. But then all the sudden Sam has lost it taking both there beers away from them running into the bathroom. “Hey where are you going with my beer, Hey what is wrong with you?” He could hear the bottles shattering into the sink, even though he couldn’t figure out what he was even doing or what was wrong. Right now Dean was sacred and lost for his brother. “Sammy what do you mean what have you done? Tell me what is wrong bro?” Dean said trying to calm Sam down.
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Post by samwinchester on Jul 20, 2012 23:44:24 GMT -6
Sam couldn't take his eyes off the blood that coated the walls and the sink and the mirror. He fixated on it, could almost hear it in a strange synesthesia fashion. The sound of blood on the walls was a violin in D minor, being scratched by a bow with too few strings. The sight of the running faucet was a dischorant rolling cymbal, an instrument that had been warped beyond repair, and yet the band still insisted on playing on. Only his own heartbeat offered a timpani of stability, but the more he focused on that, the more piercingly tell-tale it got, and equally as maddening.
And try as he may, he just couldn't turn away. All was well with that, though. Sinners didn't really deserve a reprieve. What made him think that he was going to be any different? He raised his hands to his ears, in a violent attack to block out the sound, but as long as he saw he could still hear. Fingers locked into the roots of his hair, a man finding something to hold on to to keep the hurricane from blowing him away. But he couldn't hold on to himself against the gale force winds, and the sights and sounds of the event were going take him someplace very, very far.
The sound of his name being shouted at him was a bullet leaving a gun. He jumped, senses returning to a normal sense of reason, but his nerves were shot by Dean's presence and questions. Always with the questions! He was tired of them, and it just made him want to scream! It was a scream he refused to release, though, and it sank to the base of his lungs, where it would vibrate him into nausea by the end of the day. He looked back at Dean, wide eyed, almost as if he expected Dean to make some sort of addition to the evil orchestra in his mind. But he didn't, and the moment passed...
The glass in the sink. The liquid on the walls. All was normal. Nothing was wrong. It was beer, for crying out loud! Just beer. He didn't know what came over him. His hands left the top of his head, and his palms buried themselves in his eyes, running them until there were spots in his vision. Opening them again, he clearly saw... He was wrong. Not blood. Never blood. Only booze.
“It was... You didn't see...?” The half finished sentences lingered in the air as he looked from Dean to the wall, the faucet still continuing it's driving march down the drain. “I'm sorry...” Immediately, Sam took a towel off the wall and started to clean up the mess that he made. “I guess that lack of sleep must be really getting to- Ow!”
In his rush to cover up the moment, Sam had forgotten to be careful about the sharp edges that glass had. He felt one piece slide into his right hand, into the meat of his palm, like a hot knife through butter. The wound started to bleed even before Sam could finish his interjection about it. Maybe he was right... Maybe there was going to be blood on the walls after all.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Jul 22, 2012 1:14:57 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - Dean had followed Sam into the bathroom, he was lost on what the hell was going on with his brother right now. He seemed as a thought he was losing it, like things were there that weren’t. Dean really had no idea what his brother was seeing right now, he felt so bad for Sam he wished there was something that he could do to help him. But he was lost on what to do for him at this point, it seemed as though Dean worst fear had happened to Sam. He was having a break down from everything that happened in hell.
He watched as his brother was gripping his hair like his head was killing him or something, he really didn’t think that talking to him would make him break this bad. But it seems as though it had happened. “Sam what is wrong man tell me, you freaking out like this is really starting to worry me. Come on tell what is going on?” Dean sounded like he was going nuts himself, but the truth was that he was going nuts. Just the though of something wrong with Sam makes him worried sick for him, he couldn’t take losing him again. Other wise he is just done with everything, done with the job life and all that goes with it. He would rather be dead then be with out him, Because if he lose Sam he has nothing. He use to have Lisa but with going back to the hunting life and Sam, she pretty much told him they were no more.
Then all the sudden just like that Sam had seemed fine, like nothing was ever wrong or there. “Sam see what? What didn’t I see there was nothing there man, you are just losing it I think. No sleep will do that! But I told you that you needed more rest and you don’t listen.” Dean then paused for a moment knowing that he was being to hard on him, Sam did just lost it after all. “Look man I’m sorry just please try and get some sleep, it will do us both some good. I just want to make sure that my brother is ok and take care of, it my job. Plus I love you and I cant take losing you again Sammy.”
It seemed as though Sam had cut himself, forever clumsy Sammy always doing stuff like that. Dean then grabbed a motel room towel and handed it too him. “Here Man put some pressure on that, it will help with the bleeding. didn’t I say please try and not die on me.” He said trying to make Sam laugh.
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Post by samwinchester on Jul 24, 2012 15:43:03 GMT -6
In the few moments following the red gash blossoming across the pilp of his palm, Sam felt himself incapable of moving. A steady percussion of drip, drip into the half full sink of his own life force had him rooted to the spot. The blood had little time to sit on the porcelain receptacle, flooded by the rushing water of the sink at full blast, star-bursting and billowing before disappearing down the drain.
Like supernovas...
There was a ringing in his ears that was drowning out the world. It started humble, but soon became a boisterous, unwanted house guest that refused to pay rent. Again, it was Dean's voice that broke through the fog. Good ol' Dean. Always the anchor. Always the rock. This time, Sam's reaction was less surprised as he turned away from his own musings and the sight of his own blood. Dean was saying something. Something about sleep? And how Sam needed to get more of it?
That concept seemed entirely illogical. How on Earth was he supposed to sleep when that was where the nightmares lived? The dreams had become an every day occurrence in the life of the youngest Winchester brother. At this point, it would be more suspicious if he slept through the night without a single stir. A night without the dreams would have to be a night that someone was messing with him. Of course, Sam hadn't tried drugging himself into oblivion. This was mostly out of fear... What if all it did was take his deeper, and drag him down?
What if Sam's only delusion was the waking world? He didn't want to think about it. So he didn't.
He grinned sheepishly at Dean, the small smile of an embarrassed man. As far as it looked, Sam didn't seem bothered at all by the blood or his outburst, just slightly shy about being an inconvenience. "I'm sorry, Dean... I don't want to worry you, you know that." He took the towel and applied the necessary pressure to his hand. If he was lucky, and his platelets were still doing their job, he should stop bleeding sometime in the next few minutes. He probably needed stitches, but he was not about to bother Dean with that kind of thing. If it was still bleeding later, he would stitch it up himself while Dean was out.
“It's not like I don't want to sleep. But, to tell the truth, I am starting to not be able to tell the difference between being asleep and being awake...” He didn't want to say that he saw blood in the beer bottles. That sounded crazy. But he hoped that what he said hinted that there was something not right with his world and his perception of it. He walked around Dean, and into the bedroom proper. He resisted the urge to take off the towel and investigate his wound. There might still be glass in it... But right now, the pain was grounding.
Sitting on the bed, Sam worked up the courage to communicate his current issue the best way that he could without sounding like a pussy. “Hey, Dean... When you got back from Hell... were there things following you? Things that you just knew were there, waiting for you to slip up so they could drag you back in?”
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Jul 25, 2012 3:49:25 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - Dean was having a lot of trouble really getting Sam to lisnen to him, it almost seemed like he wasn’t even there or something. Like the whole time they were standing there together Sam wasn’t even there, like he was somewhere else. Dean didn’t really know what was wrong with Sam, all he knows his he needs to help him and soon before his brain fry’s hard core. “Well Sam if you don’t want to worry me then snap out of whatever is wrong with you, straighten up man come on” Dean didn’t mean to sound mean he was just trying to help Sam get threw this, some how some way. Dean did feel bad for what happened to Sam’s hand though, he couldn’t help but show some caring brotherly love for him. And that’s something Dean don’t do all the time. “We need to sit down and have you let me stitch that up for you man.”
Sam then told Dean that he couldn’t tell what was real anymore, which did kind of have Dean lost and confused. “What you saying Sammy that you cant tell if this is a dream or not? That you can tell if this is really me here talking to you?” He then got closer to his brother placing his hand on his shoulder. “Look man I’m here to tell you that this is real, and I am talking to you right now. If you need me to remind you I will, whenever you are worried.” He then took Sam’s hand and opened up the towel reveling his cut, Dean begin to push into his cut hard enough to give him a bit of pain. “Now if this was a dream would you be able to feel this, it real Sammy I was here I watched you cut it.” He then let go not wanting to hurt him anymore, he put the towel back around his hand. “Look I’m sorry that I hurt you, but I’m just trying to let you know that this is real and I’m here and nothing is going to hurt or get you.”
Dean followed Sam back in to the room sitting down on the bed with him. “Now what you say we get the glass out of that cut and sew it up, it looked pretty bad when I saw it man. Dean gabbed there first aid kit that was in drawer next to the bed and opened it up. Sam then wanted to know more about when Dean was in hell, asking him things that never had happened to him. “That never happened to me, the only thing that did happened was bad dreams of feeling like I was in hell. But again I knew they weren’t real. Why Sammy do you feel like something is following you? Because man I think you are just being paranoid, and even if something is watching you they are going to have to get threw me first. I’m not going to let anything happen to you don’t worry bro.” He said giving Sam a smile. He then begin to work on his hand picking out the glass piece by piece. “This might hurt a bit sorry.”
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Post by samwinchester on Aug 1, 2012 20:38:42 GMT -6
All Sam could really do as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the bleeding to ebb, was watched Dean move about the room. Sam hadn't even thought about asking Dean to suture up the wound. He hadn't wanted to be a problem, and anything that he did to inconvenience Dean was just that: an inconvenience. It was getting harder these days to not feel like he was just a burden on his big brother. Dean was always leaving notes about how he was leaving to go somewhere by himself. He had made a trip back to Lawrence without him. To "clear his head," whatever that really meant. What made Dean think that Sam couldn't use the trip to Kansas too was beyond him. Sure, he was an infant when they left, but dammit, that was where mom died...
Was Dean offended that Sam's lines of reality were getting skewed? He certainly seemed to take a certain level of personal pain from it. He had nothing to say that could reassure him, either, because he was not sure how much of it he could believe.
When Dean pressed his hand into the wound, it was all that Sam could do to keep from screaming. Still, a yelp of pain escaped from him, followed soon by its choking. Biting both of his, sucking them into his mouth as if zipping them closed would keep future screams in, Sam eyed Dean, moods blending into a rainbow of confusion. Why? Why was he hurting him? Maybe this was some screwed up version of reality, and his brother had turned on him. Maybe the things in the shadows could garner some sort of control over Dean, and they were turning the Winchesters against each other. The initial shock turned to confusion and pain. Pain that his brother was hurting him.
”Dean...” he managed to get out as his brother hurt him, almost to remind himself that this was Dean, this was his older brother. This was the guy who promised to always take care of him. Dean had been there for more milestones in his life than Sam's own father had been. All the sacrifice, all the struggle, it fell on Dean's shoulders in their early years. Sam never knew suffering, if Dean had something to say about it. Sam didn't have any other reason to think that now was different.
When Dean let go of him, he whipped his hand back, impulse telling him to get it as far away from the source of its pain as quickly as possible. He brought it close to his chest, and hugged it, listening to Dean give his explanation. It was true. If what they say was true, you could not feel pain in dreams... So this wasn't a dream... It couldn't be. And Sam could rest secure in that... When Dean assured him that this was going to hurt, but that he was going to take care of him, Sam let his hand out, and let Dean take care of him
Thank you, Dean...
The moments passed between them, Sam not letting another uttering of pain come from him if he could help it. Finally, he couldn't keep it in anymore. He just blurt it out, without a real barrier between his words and the world. There was no time for eloquence. Instead, they were unpolished, and simple. ”I'm scared, Dean... And I don't know what to do.”
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Aug 3, 2012 0:54:04 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - Dean didn’t like having to hurt Sam like that, having to grab his hand, having to push on it like that. He really didn’t want to have to give him pain. But he just had to show Sam that all of this was real, this wasn’t a dream and that Dean really was here with him now. Taking care of him, being her with him, it all was real. He just really hoped that Sam didn’t take it like he was trying to hurt him, because he wasn’t trying to do that. He could never hurt his baby brother, nor could he ever let anyone hurt him. Sam is part of the reason Dean ever went to hell in the first place, and he would do again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping his brother safe.
Dean continued to work on Sam wound that he had, he had most all of the glass out now all he had to do was clean and stitch it. He begin threading dental floss threw the needle, then went to work on stitching it. “I’m sorry if this hurts man give me just a few more minutes and I will be done. Hang in there ok.” Dean then got to the last stitch tying it off, after he was all done he picked up there bottle of jack. “This might sting a bit man.” He poured the jack over the wound clearing it up so he wouldn’t get infection. He then rapped a bandage around his hand so he wouldn’t get anything snagged onto this stitches. “Ok we are all done you are good as new man.”
Then there was just a long silence between the two of them, not one of them saying a word. But then Sam had said something showing Dean his true emotions, he told him that he was sacred and that he didn’t know what to do. Dean was a loss of words and a part of him wanted to cry for his baby brother. He wasn’t a big hugger but he couldn’t help but grab Sam giving him big hug. “Its ok Sammy I’m here for you and I’m not going to let anything happened to you man don’t be sacred. I know I have been doing my owe thing Lately going in and out, leaving town then coming back. But no more of that I’m here for you man whenever you need me, you are not alone Sam you don’t need to be sacred.” He let up from his brother shedding a small tear for his baby brother.
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