An Ounce on Respect
As much as I love the infamous scene of the fight between the brothers in 'Bloodlust', I couldn't help but wonder what may have happened if Dean hadn't been willing to leave the hotel room to speak with Sam privately after Sam was brought back from the vampire's nest. Here's my interpretation of another kind of argument between them.
As always, I own nothing. I hope you enjoy it. This will be a two shot.
Sam returned to the hotel room anxious to tell Dean what Lenore had told him. He wondered what Dean would say, and what his reaction would be to discover that they had actually stumbled on a nest of vampires that had found an alternative lifestyle than sucking the lifeblood from humans. Upon opening the door however, Sam soon felt his own blood begin to boil. There was his brother sitting across a table from Gordon Walker, a fellow hunter they had just met the day before who Ellen had already warned him to stay away from. Sam didn't understand this instant bond that Dean felt with Gordon, and although a part of him was happy that his brother had someone to share some hunting stories with over a drink, he felt an instant resentment toward him. Something about this guy just wasn't right, and every instinct Sam had was screaming at him not to trust him.
Both Dean and Gordon turned to look at Sam as he entered the room and closed the door behind him.
"There you are," Dean greeted him, "Where the Hell have you been?"
Sam glanced back and forth between Dean and Gordon. "Can I have a word with you in private?" He asked Dean.
Dean shrugged. "It's fine." He answered, "Whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of Gordon. He and I have already discussed it and we're working the case together now."
Sam's eyes darkened as he frowned at Dean. "We are?"
"Yup. After the close call last time, we decided we're better off as a team for this hunt."
Sam's anger was beginning to surface. Here he had been grabbed, blindfolded, gagged and dragged completely across town, and all the while Dean and Gordon had been deciding who he would be working with for the rest of the hunt.
"You and Gordon decided, huh?" Sam scoffed, "Where's my say in this?"
Dean casually picked up his beer bottle and brought it to his lips. "You lost it when you chose to go back to the room to sulk. If you had stayed, you would've had a say. But you didn't, so you don't. I made the decision for you."
Sam's obvious anger was making Gordon a little uncomfortable. "Dean," he started, "Maybe teaming up's not the best idea…."
"No, it's fine." Dean interrupted. "Sammy'll get over himself in a minute. He just gets all fluffed up when he has to follow an order, that's all." Dean stood from his chair and approached Sam. "Now that that's settled, what were you going to tell me?"
Sam blew out a breath in frustration and shook his head. "Nothing," he answered. "It's not important." Sam tried to walk past Dean, but Dean stepped in front of him, blocking his way.
"Sam," Dean inquired, "Don't tell me it wasn't important. Now, tell me what you were going to say."
Sam had taken about all he was going to of Dean's display of authority in front of Gordon. "No!" He hollered as he pushed his way through Dean, heading back toward the door. "I'm going back out."
Dean grabbed him roughly by the elbow. "Like Hell you are!" He answered. He pulled Sam backward and grabbed him by the forearms as he made Sam stand in front of him. "You've been acting like a spoiled brat all night. What the Hell is your problem, man?"
Sam leaned in toward Dean, standing his full height to try to get some leverage against his older sibling. "Me?" he shouted back, "You're the one being all high and mighty in front of your new best friend, Dean. Don't make it look like I'm the one acting different." He squirmed his way out of Dean's hold. "Just back off and leave me alone. You've got Gordon here to keep you company anyway. I'm outta here."
As Sam tried again to push past Dean, Dean was anticipating Sam's move and countered by shoving Sam back a few steps deeper into the room. "I said you're not going anywhere. Now relax and take a seat until you calm yourself down."
Sam's voice dropped a few decibels, but the rage was still very present in his tone. He raised his hand as he tried very hard to keep his voice calm. "Don't…..tell me what to do, Dean. Stop bossing me around like a little kid."
Dean stood in front of Sam again, this time crossing his arms in front of him. "I will when you stop acting like one."
Sam's chest was heaving up and down as he was losing his battle with his own temper. "For the last time, let me go out!"
He tried one last time to push past Dean, and Dean countered with the only thing he could think of that would shock Sam enough for him to admit defeat. He grabbed Sam roughly by the arm and turned him sideways. Dean then brought his foot up hard and fast, kicking Sam in the back pockets of his jeans. The force of the blow caught Sam off-guard and knocked him a few steps forward as he arched his back. The kick in the pants was a jolt to Sam, and as a result a sharp yelp escaped his throat, more from surprise than from pain. He froze after that, standing completely still and silent as he still faced away from Dean.
Dean acted quickly, taking advantage of Sam's being stunned into submission and grabbed the chair he had been sitting in just a few minutes before. He dragged the chair to Sam, turned it to face toward him then grabbed Sam by the back of the shirt and pulled him down onto it. Sam stumbled backward and landed hard on the seat of the chair with a thud.
"There," Dean admonished. "That's better, now calm the Hell down!" He paced a few times in front of the chair Sam sat in. "You may be too big for a trip to the woodshed now, but you'll never be too big to get my foot across your ass! Remember that, little brother."
Sam's eyes were pressed to tiny slits as he sat before Dean and Gordon. Completely chastised, completely cowed, completely humiliated. Sam could feel his neck, face and ears burning as he reddened in embarrassment. He swallowed hard and stared at the floor. He didn't dare speak for fear of his voice cracking and breaking under the pressure of the rage that flowed through his body. He instead lowered his head and folded his hands together, remaining completely silent. He needed a minute to calm down so he could keep control of his emotions, but it didn't look like he was going to get that.
Dean continued to glare down at Sam. "Now, here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna tell us what it was you were going to say, then you're gonna apologize to Gordon!"
Sam's head snapped up. He looked first at Dean, then to Gordon, then back to Dean. His look of rage was briefly replaced by confusion. "Apologize? For what?" He demanded.
Sam leaned back in his seat as Dean bent down and placed his face directly in front of Sam's. "For being disrespectful to him. For acting like you're too good to work with him. For not trusting him enough to speak to me in front of him. Need I continue?" Dean stood back up straight. "Now, Sam…..you're not getting up from that chair until you apologize."
Sam shook his head as he stared at Dean in disbelief. "That'll never happen." He retorted as he folded his arms across his chest and sat deeper in his chair.
Gordon stood from the table where he'd been quietly sitting throughout this whole ordeal. "Look, guys." He began. "Let's not make this into a big thing, okay?" He took a few steps toward them as he stood in front of Sam. "I mean, it's not worth getting all worked up over, don't you agree, Sammy?"
Being called by his childhood nickname from Gordon seared through Sam's ears like a knife. Sam brought his eyes back up from the floor and glared at him. Man, how he hated him right now. He wanted to jump up and punch him in the throat.
Dean, as angry and frustrated as he was with Sam, bristled at the nickname as well. Sam had already told Gordon once that he didn't like to be called by that name, and although Sam wasn't high on Dean's list at the moment, he still felt the need to intervene on Sam's behalf. He turned to Gordon and casually took him by the arm. "Look, man." He explained. "As you can see we're in the middle of a family thing here, and it looks like this may take a while. Maybe it would be best if we called it a night and hooked up again in the morning, okay?"
Gordon nodded in agreement. "Sure, Dean, I understand." He let Dean lead him to the door, "I'll see you after breakfast."
Dean nodded too as he opened the door. "Sounds good." He answered. "Oh, and, I'm sure it was just a slip, but I seem to recall Sam telling you that he doesn't like anyone other than me calling him Sammy, so I'm sure it won't happen again. You get what I'm saying, right?"
Gordon gave a look as if he were just remembering the conversation from earlier. "Ooh, that's right." He called back to Sam, "I'm sorry, man. No offense. I hope you two get this all worked out." He grabbed his jacket and swung it over his shoulder. "Good night, Dean." He smiled, then looking back at Sam and in a more pronounced tone, he offered, "Sam".
Dean closed the door and turned to face Sam, who was still boiling as he remained in the chair. Sam's arms were crossed tightly against his chest, his feet were flat on the floor as his legs were stretched defiantly in front of him, his eyes burning a hole through Dean as his lips were pressed in a straight line across his face. It was very apparent to Dean that Sam was not going to budge one inch without a fight. His little brother's stubborn streak was in full force.
Dean scrubbed his hand down his face and secured the lock on the door. Man, they were in for a long night.
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