Author: LaylaBinx PM
Sam didn't even see the gun until the bullet had richocheted through his shoulder and slammed him into the pavement. Major Limp/Hurt Sam! Protective/ Big brother Dean! Takes place right after "Sex and Violence" :DRated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Drama - Sam W. & Dean W. - Chapters: 18 - Words: 36,374 - Reviews: 486 - Favs: 343 - Follows: 213 - Updated: 05-29-09 - Published: 02-19-09 - Status: Complete - id: 4875587
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Yay!! Final Chapter!! Thank you all soo much for keeping up with me through this story, your reviews and comments are so encouraging!! Thanks for all the support guys, really!! :D
The cemetery seemed very peaceful this time of day; a late afternoon sun scattered light through the trees overhead and a few birds twittered and chirped in sing-song melodies on the overhanging branches. A tall, red brick church stood a few yards away, the stained glass windows reflecting the sunlight brilliantly toward the street. Quietly, the bells began to toll in four peals of clear sound that echoed around the quiet plot behind it. A soft breeze blew the smell of pine and lilies across the headstones; it was warm, a nice day to be outside.
Sam stood silently, a bouquet of roses gripped loosely in his left hand. It was hard to hold onto something when your hand is wrapped in a cast up to your forearm, but considering the other arm was suspended in a sling, it was really his only option. The bullet wound had earned him a two day stay in a hospital the next county over and a few hard to answer questions from the local authorities. Sam didn't remember a lot of what had happened after being shot but Dean was willing to step in to fill in the details. In the end it became a hunting accident (it was somewhat true) and they were both let off the hook. However, being 'let off the hook' didn't exclude a rigorous bitch-fest from Dean and the threat that he would beat Sam completely senseless if he ever did anything that stupid again. The anger was still missing from his voice. Leslie Foster's grave was still completely covered with flowers and wreaths, handwritten notes and pictures of her and her family and friends picketed on tiny metal posts. The headstone was a pale grey granite that glittered slightly in the afternoon sun, a picture of Leslie smiling brightly out from the center. She had been a beautiful girl, only a few years older than Sam, and it seemed her death had affected everyone in the town and even some from the surrounding areas. Sam felt yet another pang of guilt twist in his stomach.
Carefully, and much more slowly than he was used to, Sam knelt down and rested his full weight on his knees. His shoulder ached faintly as he leaned forward but he ignored it. As it happened so many times when they failed during a mission, Sam felt the familiar doubt begin to rise in his chest. Why did this happen to a girl like her, a girl who hadn't done a single thing wrong? Why was there so much evil in the world that liked to prey on innocence like Leslie, or Jessica, or his own mother? Sam frowned and shook his head, fighting the urge to punch the ground. It wouldn't help his injured hand at all and it certainly wouldn't be appropriate in a church yard but it would make him feel better.
What if, even after everything they did, everything they tried to prevent, Lilith won and Lucifer managed to rise from the depths? What if their entire life's mission was in vain and in the end they failed, dooming the earth to years of death and torture? Sam hated to think about that, he hated thinking how powerless they were against an evil so incredibly massive, but in the quiet hours, when there was nothing but bird song and church bells, the doubt was hard to keep away. He had failed to protect Jessica, failed to protect his father, failed to save Dean from a surprisingly short yet unbelievably long trip to Hell…did this mean he was destined to fail in his most important task as well?
The crunch of boots through the grass behind him pulled him out of his reverie. "You okay?" Dean asked, standing a few feet away in case his brother needed some space.
It took a minute before Sam could answer. He shook his head slowly and looked back at the headstone, the final reminder of a life he had failed to save. "She shouldn't have died Dean…" Sam mumbled after a few minutes, still staring blankly at the face smiling out at him. "She didn't deserve this…"
The older man moved a little closer and ran a hand through his short hair. He knew Sam felt guilt, it was obvious in the way he spoke and the way he held himself in front of the young woman's grave; stiff, almost afraid. Dean had realized long ago that sometimes not everyone could be saved. It was hard at first and it still made him angry as hell when it did happen, but he had learned to accept it as part of the job. But Sam…Sam was a different story. He took it personally and he blamed himself when the inevitable couldn't be prevented. Honestly, there was nothing that could have been done in this situation; neither brother knew Gordon was still alive and yes, it was a mistake, but one they didn't realize until it was too late. With a soft sigh, Dean walked over and placed a comforting hand on his brother's uninjured shoulder. "No Sam," He began quietly, looking down at the headstone. "She didn't deserve this. She was an innocent girl who got caught up in something that never should have happened."
He waited for a response but Sam only nodded glumly. "But that's why we're here." Dean continued, crouching down so he was eye level with his little brother. "We're going to make sure to stop all of this," He indicated the road and land that stretched for miles in all directions. "We're going to stop it so that things like Lilith and Gordon and all those other sonsabitches can never hurt anyone like her again." Sam looked up at him hopefully then, his hazel eyes still a little glassy from the events of the past few days. Dean smiled and rested his forehead against his younger brother's, closing his eyes for a second. "We're going to do this Sammy, you and me. Together."
The younger man smiled half-heartedly and nodded. "Together."
Dean nodded in return and stood, offering his hand to Sam. "Come on, man. Let's go do what we do best."
Sam smiled again and took the offered hand, standing slowly. As long as they were together, nothing seemed too impossible.
Dean waited for a second before letting go of Sam's hand, watching to make sure he wasn't about to fall. "You okay?" When the younger man nodded, Dean released his grip and stepped back. "Good, can't have you fainting on me again." He said with a wink, walking back in the direction of the car. Sam smirked and rolled his eyes, following along behind his brother.
"Hey Dean, can I ask you something?"
"Sure man, what's up?"
"Can we please listen to something other than Led Zeppelin on the way back? I've heard that tape so many time's I can quote it."
"No way Sammy." Dean laughed as he slid into the front seat, jingling the keys in his hand. "Driver gets to pick the music and since you're pretty useless with both arms for a while, I guess I'm driving." He winked and started the car, cranking the volume up as a particular loud guitar rift broke the silence of the church yard.
"Ugh…"Sam groaned dramatically, carefully falling into the seat and shifting until he was a comfortable. "Jerk…"
"Bitch." Dean smirked and shifted, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the quiet road. The future wasn't certain, nor was it going to be easy, but as long as they had each other, Dean knew they would be alright.
So there you have it!! Hope you all enjoyed the ride becuase I certainly enjoyed writing it!! :D I promise to write another story soon and have been thinking about testing my skills in the Star Trek 2009 fandom (I'm a nerd I know lol) so if you're interested feel free to check it out!! Thanks again for everything!!