Summary: They were just boys being boys, how could a simple joke be so close to claiming one son's life and crumbling the mental walls of the other. Will their family ever build the wall back it took so long to put up after Mary's death.
Dislaimer: I own absolutely nothing but the story idea, winchesters are the CW's
A/N: This idea shot into my head a few months ago but I failed to post it because of camp and now achool, but I finally got it up and I hope you all enjoy it.
THE WALLS CRUMBLE
I wanna be the very best,
Like no one ever was,
To catch them is my real test,
To train them is my cause, Pokemon!
I will travel across the land,
Searching far and wide,
Each Pokemon to understand,
The power that's inside
It's you and me
I know it's my destiny
Ooh, you're my best friend
in a world we must defend
Our hearts so true
our courage will pull us through
you teach me and I'll teach you-
Hey Tony! I like the things you do.
Hey Tony! If I could I would be you.
You're the one and only tiger, the one and only taste.
You know how to take a breakfast and make it...GRrreat!
Frosted Flakes are more than good...they're –
"DEAN, stop changing the channel every ten seconds," Sam yelled looking up from his pre-algebra homework. "Some people actually do their homework."
"Bryan did it for me in study hall. Maybe you should find someone to do your homework too." Dean said as he continued to flip through the channels.
"I don't need someone to do my homework because unlike you my encephalon isn't dead." Sam quipped smartly.
"Whatever Sam, stop being so lame. What the hell is an encephalon anyway?"
"I'm not lame dumbass, I have no crippling disfigurement, and an encephalon is what you never use because you don't o you homework." Sam said smartly.
"Whatever geek" Dean said brushing Sam off and continuing to flip through channels.
"Ahh! After 10,000 years I'm free! It's time to conquer Earth!"
"Alpha, Rita's escaped! Recruit a team of teenagers, with attitude!"
"GO GO POWER RANGERS!--"
"Likes Sands Though the Hour Glass, So Are the Days of Our Lives"
"Hey Sam look it's your favorite show." Dean teased
Sam looked up from his homework yet again to see a giant, spinning hour glass. "Dean if you wanna watch soap operas be my guess, just leave me alone."
"Man that Eric Brady sure is a handsome fellow, reminds me of myself. You remind me of that crazy blond chick, with your constant mood swings." Dean joked
Sam ignored Dean and continued to attempt understanding his word problems.
"You need to stop PMSing Sammy and have a little fun; not doing an assignment once in a while won't hurt you."
"Welcome back to TRL Live our number one spot is once again 'MMMBop' for the sixth day in a row."
"Sam, you really need to cut your hair before you look like those extremely unattractive girls."
"Dean is it even possible for you to let me do my work in peace…and I think those are guys' dude." Sam said looking up at the TV.
"Oh, well in that case I'm cutting your hair right now." Dean said getting up off the lumpy couch their father had found at Goodwill and walked into the kitchenette of their latest apartment and started shuffling through the drawers for a pair of scissors. "Sam where are the scissors at?"
"I'm not telling you." Sam said continuing with his attempts of ignoring Dean.
"Oh never mind I found them." Dean said mockingly holding up a rather large pair of scissors."
"Get away from me with those!" Sam yelled as he jumped up and started to back away from his brother.
"Come on Sam, come to the dark side." Dean mocked lowering his voice an octave as his opened and closed the scissors and walked towards Sam.
"DAD!" Sam yelled as he continued to back away from Dean.
"You are such a tattletale Sammy."
"IT'S SAM!" he yelled as he bumped into the wall.
Dean opened the scissors around a lock of Sam's chestnut brown hair and started counting backwards. "3-2- 1 ½ - 1 ¼ - 1- ½ -"
Sam pushed his brother away and ran for his dad's bedroom. "Dad Dean's trying to cut my hair." Sam whined as he pushed his father's door open.
"DEAN!" Sam called out as he ran out of his father's room right into his big brother. "Dean?" Sam whispered as he crumpled to the ground held firmly in his brother's arms.
Dean sunk to the ground with his brother. "I'm so sorry/ I'm sorry." Dean cried as he looked down at his blood covered hands and scissors he tormented his brother with. "Oh god" Dean cried, he was covered in Sam's blood. How did this happen? What do I do?
"Dad?" Dean yelled
"He's not here…His room was empty." Sam murmured as he cried into his brother's shirt.
"Shhh…It will be all right am. I'll call an ambulance." Dean said as he fumbled with the cell phone in his pocket. "My brother…he needs help…There's so much blood…I have pressure on it…I stabbed him, I was an accident though…No, I took the scissor out…7461 Graces Road….Hurry!" Dean said shaking fingers ending the call and dropping the phone onto the carpet.
"SAM, stay awake baby." Dean coached as he teased with Sam's hair. "How's school? Is anyone harassing you, because I'll hold them while you get a few good hits in?"
Sam smirked, "School's fine, and no one is messing with me."
"Any girlfriends…oh, I mean girlfriend?"
"No, no one talks to new kids remember?" Sam said and he held on tighter to Dean's shirt through the pain.
"Guess we fixed that problem. Chicks love scars." Dean said as he pressed harder on the wound that was still bleeding profusely. "What do you think Sammy?"
Sam tried to concentrate on Dean. He saw his mouth moving, but all he heard was garbled noises…and why was it so cold? "Dean. I don't f-f-feel so g-good."
"Don't worry the paramedics will be here soon, I can hear them." Dean said as he picked up on the distance wail of the sirens, he hoped, prayed that they were coming to help Sammy.
"Dad's gonna b-be mmmad at mmmmme, isn't he? S'always mmad at me." Sam shivered as the chills and tremors of shock passed through his gangly frame.
"Of course not, if anything he will be beyond pissed at me. You know the deal Sammy. 'Dean why were you threatening Sam,' 'Dean why didn't you stop time and-" Dean stopped as he heard someone knocking at the door. "I'll be back Sammy." Dean said as he laid Sam down on the floor and ran to the door.
"He's this way." Dean said as he ran back to his baby brother with the paramedics behind him.
"He's losing a lot of blood. What's his blood type?"
Dean thought back to past hunts where Sam gave Dean some blood after a werewolf attacked him. "O negative, Sam and I have the same blood type." Dean said.
"Ey Charley, kid's not responding." A woman said to the man talking to Dean.
Charley immediately turned around and put pressure on the wound as he called Sam's name trying to get any response possible, 'ouch' 'stop that' 'what' 'fudge sticks', right now they didn't care they just needed something. "Check his BP, we need him stable for transport but right now I'm thinking anything would be great." Charley told the woman as he got up and prepared the gurney for Sam.
"The kid's all over the place Charley. We need to get him to the hospital stat. The scissors look like they hit something vital." She said as her and Charley lifted Sam onto the gurney and ran out the doors of the apartment leaving the stunned 18 year old alone on the now crimson carpet of the hallway.
I killed Sam. He's going top die. He lost too much blood. The EMT said 'something vital.' I'm going to lose my baby brother, Dean thought. Dean looked at the bloody scissors in his hand. I can't be alone. I need Sammy with me. Dean held the scissors to his wrist. He needed a physical connection to his brother. Dean slowly dragged the blade across his wrist, holding back tears he knew wanted to fall. "Now Sammy and I are together forever. I didn't mean it Sammy, I'm so sorry. I, I love you, don't go." Dean cried.
Dean watched the crimson liquid meander down his arm. It was the most surreal moment he ever experienced, like a release. Dean started running the scissors down his arm again, pain no longer pummeled his heart, tortured his soul. "It's okay Sammy, you and me, we'll be together forever. Mom will be there too. She was beautiful; I can't wait for you to see her. Her eyes held the same light as yours." Dean rocked on the back and forward on the floor, cradling the scissors, his connection to Sam.
"Dean?" John yelled as he bent down next to his bloody son. H was mumbling nonsense.
"I didn't mean to do it. I'm sorry." Dean whispered as a single tear made a river down his cheek.
"I don't have time fore this. DEAN?" John yelled again as he put pressure on the cuts on Dean's wrists. "We got to go to the hospital to get these cuts checked out. Where is Sammy, Dean?" John questioned as he guided Dean off the floor.
"I didn't mean to hurt him. He bleeds so much. 'Something vital'" John listened to his eldest's babbling, and all of a sudden it made sense.
"Come on Dean, got to get you to the hospital before you bleed to death." John said as he guided Dean out the door.
"No, don't deserve it. I killed my baby brother. Too much blood to still be alive." John shook his head. His family was falling apart and his son was mentally deteriorating in front of his own eyes. "I'm sorry Dad." Dean said as he collapsed into the passenger seat of the Impala.
So this is the first chapter of my new story hope it grabbed your attention. Reviews are welcomed by anybody; I accept anonymous reviews so don't be scared to share your opinion.