So, here's the last chapter.
Live long and prosper, little Grasshoppers.
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Chapter 13- Sam
He remembers something that happened long ago. Before the angels, before the demon blood and before Dean went to the Pit. Dean was so reckless, scared and on-edge, and therefore makes Sam like that too.
"Sam, stay here." Dean had said, walking to grab him jacket as Sam crushed the phones.
"Where are you going now?" Sam asked.
"I'm going after Gordon." He admitted as he grabbed the colt and some ammo.
"You heard me."
"Well, not alone, your not."
"Sam, I don't need you to sign me a permission slip, okay. He's coming after you, not me. He's turbo charged, I want you to stay out of harms way."
"Well, Dean, you're not going by yourself. You're gonna get yourself killed!"
"Just another day at the office." Dean jokes. "An incredibly dangerous office, but hey."
Sam rolls his eyes in disbelief. "So, torture guys got nothing to lose, huh? Oh wait, let me guess, it's because you're already dead."
"Shoe fits." Dean shrugged.
"You know what, man? I'm sick and tired of your old stupid kamikaze trick.
"Whoa, whoa. Kamikaze? I'm more like a ninja."
"That's not funny."
"It's a little funny."
"No, it's not."
Dean stands up, sighing. "So what do you want me to do, huh? Sit around all day and write sad poems about how I'm going to die? You know what, I've got one. What rhymes with, Shut up, Sam!"
"Drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punch-line." Sam said. "And you know something else? Stop trying to act like your not afraid."
"You're lying. So you might as well drop the act because I can see right though you."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Dean said as he started to walk away.
"Yes, I do. Your scared, Dean. Scared because your year is running out, you're still going to Hell and you're freaked!"
"How do you know that?"
"Because I know you, Dean!"
"Yeah. Because I've been following you around my entire life." Sam said. "Ive been looking up to you since I was 4, Dean. Studying you, trying to be just like my big brother, so yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world. And this, this is exactly how you act when your terrified. I mean, I can't blame you, just…"
"I just wish you'd drop the show and be my big brother again because… just 'cos." Sam had said.
And Sam was so right, Dean was scared, he was terrified. I mean, it was Hell! Fire, burning, screams, blood, sweat, nightmares and tears. But then Dean came out of Hell, both brothers were different. Dean wasn't all there and Sam was lost in addiction. And even now, Sam regrets that he left his big brother to that evil demon bitch.
His brother was the most important thing to him. Sam just wished Dean was the same man he was before the Pit. Sam wished that he followed his brother like he used to instead of trying to be powerful, because between power and love, love wins every time.
Sam knew that things would never be the same, and although he may know some things about his brother, he knows that he doesn't know everything and every feeling his bother may have. Dean is a stranger in his brother's skin, but he will still love him, and he will stay with him until he gains his trust again.
Sam knows that he doesn't know a lot about his brother.
He just wished people would stop telling him that.