AS BROTHERS

AUTHOR: emptyspaces11
DATE: MAY DE 2009
NOTE: The characters from Supernatural, Dean and Sam, and Castiel, don’t belong to me. They belong to Kripke – a genius, for sure.

SUMMARY: Lucifer Rising. This fic is a kind of alternative universe. What I think it will happen when the first episode of the fifth season start. It’s a drabble. Based on the season finale.
TRANSLATOR: My translator did a good job. Vickyloka. Vicky, a louca. Que de louca não tem nada!!! Muito pelo contrário. É muito inteligente e esperta. She is very smart and intelligent. Thank you very much for the translation. My heart is in debt with you forever. She offered his knowledge to do what I dreamt for long time. Thank you very much! God and the angels bless you, my friend.

AS BROTHERS

— I’m sorry...

The one looking at him was his little brother. His Sammy from all life. Puppy dog eyes. The man for who he had sold his soul. The one looking at him was the rebel boy, the family genius, the one who felt different. The one who wanted to be normal. It was his younger brother. Back. It was Sammy. Sammy with tears in his eyes, looking at him as if he was still five or six years old. Sammy begging for comprehension, begging for forgiveness, begging for home. Asking for caress and comfort. His little bro was there, right in front of him again. The one he knew better than anyone. And he was broken. There was more than guilt in that look. There was shame, and fear...

What he wanted to say choked. Stuck in his throat. Sammy was broken. He could realize in how many thousands of pieces his heart and soul had become. And he could feel the fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of punishment. Fear of the words to come. Fear for what he had done. For what he had been. For what he was or had become.

And the words choked in his throat. He couldn’t pronounce them. He shouldn’t. Didn’t know how. What he wanted to say was a lot, but what he had heard and, specially, what he was seeing in Sam’s were enough to know they were togheter again and that no word would translate what he was feeling. He didn’t need words anymore. He didn’t need to say anything else.

The words didn’t come out, but they were there, stuck. It was stuck in his eyes also all that he felt. That older brother look, present, firm. The certainty that he knew exactly what he was seeing and that he would act precisely, as he always did, with truth and justice, but with tenderness, because that was what he was made of now, looking at those eyes. That was what he wanted to say and couldn’t. He was never too good with words...

But the words weren’t important. Only his gaze would speak. It was to rescue everything that had been lost. It was to make sure Sammy belonged to him. That Sam’s home was where he, Dean, was. That he was his brother and it was his responsability to take care of him and protect him. That nothing mattered. It wasn’t a blood thing. It was a soul thing. A heart thing. They were brothers and nothing could separate them.

When the portal started to open, his protective instincts came to the surface. He had to take his brother out of there. He had to take care of his security. They had to run. Escape.

— Sammy, let’s go.

— Dean... He’s coming...

The light was blinding him. The portal light was intense and the strength that was coming with it could be felt in all that room. But he remembered his faith. The faith he had built. The image of the one who had rescued him as a man: “Castiel...”, he thought. He wished...

— We have to get out of here. – Castiel’s voice surprised him. The angel didn’t waste a second. He enveloped him, such as his brother. Fast wings against Lucifer’s rising. Wings that time and, much less the Devil, couldn’t reach.

***

After the angel left, leaving them in safety, the only thing he did was to look again at his younger brother. He almost couldn’t believe they were both there, face to face. And there it was again, Sammy’s look. Puppy dog eyes. The youngest flooded gaze. The look that begged for any word.

— Come on... – he pointed the way with his head, but what he wanted to say was so much else – We need to get ready to face the demon – he looked at Sam, who now, besides guilt and shame, had surprise stamped on his face.

— Dean... – the word almost didn’t come out clearly. He was waiting. He was...

It couldn’t be different. He couldn’t let it pass. He had to say that he wasn’t accusing him, because he felt extremely responsible too. That he didn’t consider him guilty, because both of them had been manipulated. That he didn’t want him far away, he didn’t want him away from him ever again. And he did the only thing his heart, sick and tired from the separation, wanted: catching his brother in a sudden hug, urgent and free. They both needed that.

He closed his eyes to keep the moment. Hold his breath so he wouldn’t break. He cleaned his throat.

— Sammy... – the name came out in a breath. At once. After a minute he stepped back to look again at his brother and did what he thought it was most appropriated. Tapped his arm and smiled maliciously, shaking his head, in his usual manners, blinking an eye – We got work to do.

THE END