Last chapter! I really want to thank everyone who read and reviewed my story! I have been getting the itch to write again, hopefully something will blossom soon!
Sam didn't know exactly what had woken him. Maybe it was the cool air coming in from the window, or the eerie squeak of a gurney being rushed past his door. Whatever it was, he was glad to see that his brother was there, sitting next to him. And in true Dean Winchester fashion, the older hunter was chomping down on a loaded, greasy burger.
"Dean?" Sam hated the way his voice made him feel. It sounded weak, and raspy. As quiet as it was though, it did the trick. Dean turned in and instant to see his brother.
"Rise and shine," He said, offering the burger to Sam. He shook his head, and noticed a sharp pain.
"Ahh," raising and arm behind his neck, he noticed a thick layer of gauze on the back of his head.
"Sam, you okay?" Dean's worried countenance appeared beside him.
"Yeah I'm fine…Dean, what happened?"
"You don't remember?"
"Bits and pieces. I remember you yakking in my ear. I thought you said there would be no chick flick moments," Sam answered, a grin spreading across his face.
Dean couldn't help but smile himself. "Of all the things you remember, you had to remember that moment huh?"
"Well you were talking pretty loud. It's hard to drown someone out when you have no control of the situation."
"Right," Dean said, grabbing a handful of fries on the table beside him. "You had massive internal bleeding. They had to operate on that whacked out brain of yours. Said that you had some bleeding leaking in."
"What about you?"
"What about me? I'm the strong one remember? You can't hurt me."
"Really, I'm fine."
Sam had to admit that his brother did look moderately healthy. Compared to the other times Sam had woken up in a hospital bed and found his brother next to him, Dean was in perfect shape to go out and run a marathon.
"Are you sure?"
"Dude, I'm not the one with a patch of hair missing."
"What did you think happens when they operate on your brain?"
Sam reached up and rubbed the gauze, feeling a bit humiliated.
"Oh come on Sammy, it's no worse than Nair in the shampoo bottle. This will grow back in no time."
A knock on the door cut off the playful banter of the boys. Sam looked up and was surprised to see his father standing in the doorway. "Dad?"
"Sam, you're awake."
"Yeah," he spat, not being able to keep the disbelief out of his voice. "Look, I'm glad you're here, but why?"
"I saw the whole thing Sammy. I was there when the demon…" John swallowed, "I'm glad you are okay."
"But Dad, you were there? Why?"
"I ran into a hunter a couple days before. He told me that his cousin was missing, and the cops didn't have any clue to where he might be. Then I get a voicemail from you saying that you were going to get to the coordinates that I sent you a couple days late. I didn't send you two anything. So I came to check it out. That's when I saw your brother here, all tied up and this demon taunting him."
"Did you find it Dad?" Dean spoke up.
"No, I don't know what happened to it. I mean why would it just give up now when he had the two of you where he wanted?"
"There's no trace of it?"
"Not that I can tell. I've been calling other hunters, and all say they haven't heard of anything like that."
"Wait, you went back there Dad?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, whatever plans it had for the two of you, he must have dropped them."
"Or he's just toying with us." Dean stated.
"No, he's gone."
"We don't know that yet Sam."
"Yes we do. I know," The two elder hunters stared at the younger, prompting an elaboration. "I don't know how to explain it, but when the demon was talking to Dean, I just…I don't know. I snapped, and I just focused all my energy on getting away from the demon that I…. I think I killed it, or at least banished it."
"You did what now?" Dean said dryly.
"Yeah, you know, like at Max Miller's house? I moved that dresser with my mind, man. I think the same thing happened. I knew he was hurting you Dean. I had to do something. I don't know how or why, and I can't explain it, but I know that he's gone."
Dean looked incredulously from his brother to his dad, meeting his father's eyes. Silently communicating, John seemed to understand everything his eldest son was saying. With a small nod to Sam, he quietly left the room.
"Where's he going?" Sam asked, pushing himself up a little.
Still staring at the closed door, Dean answered, "I don't know Sammy."
He then realized that he had never even mentioned his 'gifts' to his father. Great, as soon as I wake up I have to yap about some freaky telekinesis. He's never going to believe anything I say ever again! Shaking off the feeling, Sam turned his attention to Dean once again. "How's Kayla and Nathan doing?"
"They're fine. Kayla broke her leg, but she should be fine."
"A mild concussion. Nothing major."
"Dude, if you ever disappear like that again-"
"Yeah like you've never pulled a vanishing act before? Need I remind you of the Benders yet again?"
"Okay, point well taken," Sam said, throwing his arms up in the air in a mock surrender.
"Man, put your arms down, I can see down your gown!"
A week and a half later, Sam was released. As soon as they could, they left the hospital and checked into the cheapest hotel they could find. Dean pleaded with his brother to stay a while longer, but when Sam had his mind made up, there was no changing it. Stubborn 'til the end. The thought hit him hard. He almost lost his brother. The end was to close this time. Quickly, he shoved the notion to the back of his mind and helped Sam get into the tiny hotel room.
Sighing as he limped across the room, Sam silently thanked his brother's strong arms. Vertigo threatened at the corners of his sore eyes. Dean took notice, and gently pushed him down on the side of the bed.
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"You sure? 'Cuz dude, I mean you look like crap."
"Yeah, thanks Dean."
"You know I say that with my quirky brotherly love."
"Whatever," the youngest Winchester replied, rolling his eyes.
"You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, Dean," Sam said a little more harsh than he meant too. He appreciated his brother's help, but it was plain to see that Dean was a little more than over protective. Not that he didn't have a reason too. Sam got in more trouble and any of the Winchesters. For some reason, spirits and demons alike always seem to zero in on him. Ever since the age of eleven when Sam was thrown up against a brick wall, Dean always jumped in harms way when it came to him He knew that his brother's over protectiveness would never fade. It was just as much a part of who Dean was, as was his love affair with the Impala. It was a great characteristic to posses, yet both the brother's knew, if Sam needed to heal, he needed to do things on his own.
"All right then," Dean said, clearing his throat. "I'm gonna take a shower here real quick, and then I was thinking we could go get something to eat. How do you feel about Chinese?"
"You do realize that the girls from don't work at the Asian House in town right?" Sam stated, a smile curling up at the corners of his mouth.
"Dude, I wasn't thinking about that,"
"I'm sure you are."
"Besides it wasn't the Asian House…I saw a few of them at the China Restaurant," he said, matching Sam's grin before both of them rippled into laughter.
"Yeah Dean, Chinese sounds good."
"If you need anything just yell okay?"
Dean started walking away, glad that his brother was okay. That demon nearly killed him, both of them. Watching Sam getting torn into pieces, hearing him listening to his brother's tortured screams…he wasn't going to let it repeat itself. Whatever it takes, I'm going to make sure that Sam doesn't get hurt like that ever again. Walking into the dingy bathroom, he stripped off his clothes, and stepped into the shower, letting the pulsating motion drum against his tired back. Leaning up against the wall, the memory of being held in an invisible restraint flooded back. He didn't know if he would ever get his brother's weak, frail voice out of his head. "I already agreed to help you. Leave Dean alone!" But it didn't. It continued to rip Sam apart. And all Dean could do was watch, and listen. Every time he let out a scream, it was a cry for help. Every whimper, was a tear unshed. Silence was the ultimate defeat reverberating in Dean's chest. I failed him! I was supposed to keep him safe, so what do I do? I let him take the bulk of the torture. Why? If I was really his protector, I should have made the demon attack me! Sam should have gotten away. A tear fell from his eye, running down the side of his already wet face. Sam was hurt because of me! I was just to afraid to make a deal with a damn demon, I let Sam get torn apart! I let my little brother suffer so much that he needed brain surgery!
The younger hunter's voice was quiet and full of concern. Dean quickly jumped out of the shower, and tossed a towel around his waist. Throwing the door open, he yelled out "Sammy? Sam, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because you've been in the shower for a hour and a half," Sam stated, worry etched all over his face.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just lost track of time I guess," the older hunter said. An hour and a half? Trying to get rid of the concerned look on his brother's face, he joked, "The massage setting is wonderful!"
"Dean, this is me you're talking to, okay? I'm your brother and I know something is up. Now spill." Sam said, looking at Dean with his best puppy dog impression he could muster. He knew his brother could never refuse him the puppy look.
"Okay, I'll be out in a minute," he sighed, turning back to the clothes he laid out. Pulling them on as slow as he could, he exited the tiny bathroom. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to his brother about this, it was just that it was hard. He had never been one to talk about his feelings. That was more his brother's department. As he stepped out into the hotel room, he saw that Sam was sitting on the bed, awaiting Dean's arrival.
"So you want to tell me what's going on?" the younger hunter said as soon as Dean sat on the adjacent bed.
"With what?" Dean told him, getting a frustrated look from his brother. "Okay, geez. It's nothing really. I'm just trying to figure things out, that's all."
"What kind of things?" Sam stared back at Dean, with tired, sad looking eyes.
"It's just…I don't know Sam. This whole situation…A demon who sent us coordinates…a demon that Dad didn't even hear of? Don't you think that's a little weird?"
"Yeah, but Dean, he doesn't know everything. You know, we have come across things before that we didn't hear of."
"Fine, but that was when we were starting out. We were new at the whole hunting supernatural things."
"Dad doesn't know everything. Besides, it said it was a new breed of demon."
"What does that mean? Two sadistic freaks got it on and ended up with that SOB?"
"I don't know, I don't…But it's gone now."
"How do we know that?" Dean was starting to get a headache. It wasn't Sam's fault, but something about this situation was definitely wrong.
"I know Dean! I told you the thing is gone, and it's not coming back."
"Yeah? Where's the proof?" he said, raising his voice slightly.
"What, next time I know you're in trouble and about to die, you want me to ask it if it could hand over some evidence that it is in fact gone?" Sam raised his voice to match his brother. This wasn't the way he thought the conversation would go. He was hoping to give his brother some piece of mind, but without proof that the demon was in fact gone that was never going to be accomplished. God I wish I could give him something. Anything. Softening his voice, he asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know…Just, you know, watching what was happening…to you. And then what plans he had for us. It was…"
"Frightening?" Sam supplied.
"But what? That's not going to happen. It's gone. We don't have to worry about that anymore."
"Yes we do," Dean's eyes flicked from the floor to Sam and back to the floor.
"Agreed to what?"
"The demon made plans for us Sam, and you accepted them. You just gave in," tears were threatening his vision, so Dean blinked several time to clear them, only to let one fall. Praying that Sam didn't see it, he swept a hand over his tired face, and over his hair. "…How could you? After everything that Dad taught us, after you've seen it first hand!"
"What? Don't be mad at me Dean. You're my brother, I would do anything for you. Come on! I did this to save you-"
"What if I don't want to be saved?"
"You, you don't want to be saved? You'd rather give up and die?" yelling at his brother seemed futile, yet Sam couldn't stop himself. Everything, every decision, every joke, every hunt…all of it was for Sam. And just this once, he tried doing the same thing for Dean, and his brother was angry at him for it.
"No Sam! But I wouldn't just sell my soul! You shouldn't have either. I don't deserve it!" Unable to keep the tears from falling, the older Winchester walked away, back to the bathroom. It isn't fair!
"It doesn't matter anymore Dean, the demon, whatever kind it was, is gone. Whatever plans it had, they are gone too. And if you need proof, well then, I can't give it to you. You're just going to have to trust me."
And there were those eyes again. Even with his back to his little brother, he could feel the weight of the look. The stupid 'please-don't-be-mad-at-me-I-was-only-trying-to-help' look. Dean hated that look. Mostly because his brother knew he could get away with anything with one glance of the puppy dog eyes.
"Okay. Fine," he said, turning around to face his brother, and wishing he didn't. Although he couldn't see the tears now, he knew a few slipped down Sam's cheeks too. Clearing his throat, Dean said, "Okay, Sam what did I tell you about those chick flick moments?"
A glimmer of a smile passed across Sam's lips. "Okay, got it. But we still aren't gonna go to the Asian House."
"Damn it Sammy, you know me too well."
Walking once more to the bathroom, Dean let a small chuckle escape. He was glad that his brother was going to be okay. Even though he did have brain surgery.
"I meant it you know," his voice was small and soft, but Dean didn't miss any of it. "I would do anything for you."
"I know…same here, bitch"
"I know, jerk."
Sam rested his head against the dirty window of the Impala as his brother drove down the dusty road. It had been nearly a month since he'd been tortured by the unusual demon. A month since Dean began blaming himself for everything that had happened to his little brother. But it was also a month of healing, more than just physical wounds. It brought them closer together. Not that Dean would ever confess to that. He was too focused on getting the hell out of Minnesota, and never coming back. Sam had to admit they did have their share of trouble in the Land of 10,000 Lakes. He understood his brother's reason for getting out of their so quickly. The feeling was mutual.
"Sam? You listening to me?"
The sudden voice knocked Sam back to reality. "Yeah, of course."
"Really?" Dean's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Huh, you never really struck me as a Clay Aiken fan. Boy, you know, I'm sure you have a shot at him. Heard he's in the market. Wouldn't you just make the cutest couple? I can see the headlines now-"
"'CLAY MATES OUTRAGED WHEN AIKEN PICKS THE PRESIDENT OF THE FAN CLUB'."
"Aw come on Sammy. You don't have to hide your feelings. I'm sure Clay is a fine young man."
"Okay, all right," Dean said, shrugging his shoulders, and rolling his eyes. It's just too easy! Picking on Sam was always his specialty. Even when a situation couldn't get more awkward for Sam, somehow Dean was there to torture him.
Slowly, he turned his head back at his brother. Instead of seeing the flushed face that he was used to, Sam appeared to be calm.
"Besides," the younger stated, "Taylor Hicks was more my type anyway."
Both brothers burst out laughing. Their giggles filled the air, and drifted down the highway. It was then, in that moment, that both brothers knew that life was back to normal. The demon-fighting-spirit-chasing normal that neither of them could give up if they tried.