AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here goes nothing…yes I am still stuck, but I'm gonna try to write. If this goes south, tell me! Oh and have y'all checked out Jared's twitter page? His tweets are so funny I die of laughter! Plus he posts some hilarious pics…okay enough stalling I know back to the story!
IN A SMALL MOTEL ROOM SOMEWHERE…
Sam slammed the weathered volume he was reading shut with a frustrated sigh. His older brother Dean looked up from his bed where he was watching "The Price Is Right".
"No luck I take it?"
"You know Dean, this would go a lot faster if you would just help out with the research once in a while."
"And miss out on great daytime TV?" The look he received was three-parts bitchface and one-part… "Sam is something wrong?"
Sam glanced at Dean and frowned. "You mean besides me being pissed at you for being lazy? No."
"Dude, you're forgetting I'm your brother, and I can tell when there's something else on your mind. So spill."
"Dean would you quit trying to psychoanalyze me? Last time I checked, I was the psychic, not you."
"That hurt Sam."
"Yeah, I'll bet."
"Seriously Sammy, what is it you're not telling me?"
Sam sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "It's nothing."
"Let me be the judge of that." When Sam didn't respond, Dean coaxed, "Come on Sammy…"
"I had a flashback alright?" Sam finally blurted out.
Dean felt like he had just been punched. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Dean, I'm fine-"
"Don't pull that crap Sammy- last time you flashbacked…" he drifted off as both their minds remembered the horrible events that had transpired. "What did you see?"
"I…I was reading that book trying to find out some more about Eve when…"
"When what Sammy?"
"I think it was during the year without you." His voice had dropped down to a whisper. "There was a girl being held captive by a demon. He had a knife to her throat and warned me not to come any closer, and I…"
"You what?" Dean asked, afraid of the answer.
"I shot her." Sam choked out, tears falling from his blue eyes. "I told him 'There goes your leverage'. I killed an innocent girl, Dean!"
"Oh Sammy…" Dean said quietly, understanding in his tone. He got off his bed and sat next to Sam, offering a comforting hand on his shoulders, but Sam immediately shoved it off.
"Why didn't you just kill me?" He yelled, and the raw pain in his voice nearly made Dean start crying himself.
"Sam, I understand what you did was awful, I do-"
"You should never have saved me!"
Dean's eyes turned stormy at that. "Sammy I know you're upset. But don't you EVER think for one moment that I regret saving your life!" He softened his tone. "The Sammy I know is the one in here." Dean explained, putting his hand over Sam's heart. "I never once believed for a second it was you. The whole time I thought you were possesed or something. Because the real Sam? He's sitting right next to me. You are the real Sam. The only real one. Whatever that thing was, it was not, and never will be, my little brother."
Once he had finished, Sam looked at him with fresh tears in his eyes. "Dean." He croaked, and all it took was that one word, that one word to say everything. I love you, I need you, I can't live without you. One word to pull at Dean's heart. Without saying another word, Dean pulled Sam into a tight hug as Sam sobbed into Dean's shoulder. He held him as the crying subsided, then gently pulled back, wiping away the tears.
"Such a girl, crybaby. The things I do for you…"
Sam hiccupped and smiled, "You'd do gladly, jerk."
"Bitch." Dean replied, grinning.
Sam's eyes flickered to the ratty texts piled up on the table and groaned. "I guess it's back to researching." He got up, stretching his tall frame, and then picked up another torn volume. He sensed movement and looked up to see Dean walking over to the table. He paused, then picked up a book and began to flip through. Sensing Sam's perplexed gaze on him, he cleared his throat and said gruffly, "I uh, I thought I'd help out with the research a little."
Sam blinked and gave him that look that said everything, his expressive blue-hazels softening.
Dean refused to meet his brothers eyes, though he noticed the look anyhow. "You know, since there was nothing good on TV anyways…"
Sam just smiled his dimpled smile and said, "Thanks Dean."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Now can we please call scene on this chick-flick moment? Before I throw up?"
Sam just chuckled and went back to reading. But Dean stared at his brother for a moment, making sure he was okay. He swallowed and casted his eyes down as he began, "Oh and Sam?"
"Anytime bro. Anytime."
And Sam knew he wasn't just talking about the research.
Sooooo…I have no idea how this scene is in any way pertinent to the story, but like I said, I didn't know what the hell to write, so I just started typing…and this found it's way on to the page. Cute scene, not really relative, but like I said, I got no ideas! So I reiterate- PLEASE HELP! This chapter was pulled litterally out of my ass…which reminds me of…
Gabriel: So where'd you get the holy oil?
Dean: Well, I guess you could say we pulled it out of Sam's ass.
Sam: (glares at Dean)