AN: My weekend started a little early so I decided that I would make the last chapter longer. So here it goes, the reunion! It's short but it's... sweet. Just brother to brother moment, can I make it more simple than that?

Warnings: Language

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural



"Dean…? Dean, oh my God! Dean, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you don't even know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry, I'm…"

"You okay?"

"…sor… What?"

"Are you okay?" Dean asked, his voice rough. Sam just stared at him like he had suddenly grown two extra heads. "Sammy? I asked you a simple question. Are you okay or not?"

"You almost died and you…"

"Almost, Sammy. And yes. Now would you answer me?"

Sam stared. He was trying to apologize for almost killing Dean, and there he was, asking if Sam was okay! Just how… fucked up was that? Dean stared back, knowing Sam had heard his question, patiently waiting for an answer. Maybe Sam deserved to recover from his shock first.

"I'm… fine…"

"Good. That's good…" Dean's eyelids started to close again.

"Dean, no!" Dean's eyes snapped open and he looked at Sam, quite confused. Sam bowed his head, feeling the redness climb up his cheeks. "It's nothing, go back to sleep…"

"What is it, Sammy?" Dean asked, not feeling the need to go asleep so strongly anymore.

Sam took a deep breath. This would turn into one of the biggest chick flick moments ever. "You scared me, Dean. I was just… so afraid. I couldn't do anything, I felt so pathetic and helpless and… You would have died if Dad hadn't showed up! And it makes me sick everytime I think about that! I thought you died! I thought you gave up! And if you gave up… You don't give up! You're Dean! You're not the one to give up on anything. Specially… I mean… You wouldn't give up your life… You're… Dean…"

Sam turned his head away, trying to hide his tears the best he could. He had cried enough. Dean was fine, what was there to cry about anymore?

"I did."

"You did what?"

"Give up."

Sam's eyes went wide as he turned to look at Dean again. "What?!"

"I honestly thought I wasn't gonna get out of there alive. And let's face it, that woman can talk. So I gave up. And suddenly the coldness was gone I wanted to fight again. I felt like I needed to. Like I had some unfinished business or something. Like telling you to stop apologizing, this is not your fault. And if I have to repeat that one more time, I swear to God you will have to travel with Dad for the rest of your life. Where is he, by the way?"

Sam blinked, coming out of his state of shock. "He went to finish of the spirit… I need to call a doctor…" he said, the thought just occurring to him.

"Not yet, Sammy."


"If my ear starts to bleed, feel free to call someone, but for now just… Don't, okay?"



And that's how Sam lost that fight. He sighed, shaking his head to Dean's stubbornness. The room fell silent for a while, the only voice coming from Dean's heart monitor.

"I want to hear you say it, Sammy."


"That this isn't your fault. I want to hear you say it. You need to believe it, you can't drag the guilt you shouldn't even feel with you forever."


"Sam, no. If that woman convinced me to stop fighting then that woman an do anything. It happens to the best of us, Sam. You're just a human. A human with high fever, to be exact. Which made you even weaker to that woman's power. This isn't your fault, Sam. I'm proud of you. Okay?"



That was it. All the guilt Sam had felt washed away with that one single word. Sam wanted to smile but all he could do was put his head in his hands, trying desperately to stop his shoulders from shaking. He had finally reached the point where he couldn't keep it all inside anymore. It was just becoming too much…

"Come here."

Sam looked at Dean, frowning. "What?"

"I said come here." Dean was motioning Sam to him, this one time allowing the touchy feely moment go further. Just maybe they both needed it at the moment. Sam hesitated for two seconds, thinking maybe Dean had hit his head harder than they had known and then decided that he didn't care. Burying his head into Dean's shoulder he allowed himself to be hugged as strongly as his injured big brother could manage.

"It's okay, Sammy. It's all okay, now…"

"I… Dean, I…"

"I love you, too, Sammy."


AN: People in USA: NO SPOILERS IN REVIEWS!!!! I'm one of those people that are so jealous to you right now for the third season won't start here for a loooong time, according to people in high places. Yes, I will probably go check every place possible to get even the slightest idea of what happens in each episode but still, NO SPOILERS! Thank you.

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