"What is that racket?"
Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard those words. “You’re… what?” He asked then just shook his head, didn’t wanna know the reason why Crowley apologized. “Whatever. I guess we’ll have to rent a room in a motel, then.” Sam suggested, in some kind of way those words made him calm down a bit. “I know a motel nearby.”
He was glad Sam didn’t want to know the reason for his apologize. It was better if he never got the chance to realize he had actually been affected by the incident. “Go ahead, Moose. I don’t even know in which country we are. Are we still in America?”
Sam decided on trying to be a little bit nice to him - honestly, he didn’t wanna fight with him all the time, and he noticed that Crowley was different now, anyway. He just rolled his eyes and shook his head at his question and headed toward the highway. “Of course we’re in America, what’d you think?”
Dean sat down in the cafeteria near the pop machines and pulled out his notebook. Where his math notes were supposed to be was a bunch of sketches of engine blocks and the beginnings of a Chevy Impala. Mrs. Grant had been threatening to flunk him if he didn’t at least get a C on the next exam, but it was whatever. When was he really going to need to know how to figure out what Y was? He leaned over his notebook and started adding to his sketch as the cafeteria started filling up for lunch—humming the first few bars to Paradise City by Guns and Roses to drown out the noise.
Sam wasn’t really glad about that his parents put him in an other school - mostly because he didn’t have any other choice but do what they wanted him to do. He let out a soft sigh as he walked across the cafeteria, took a look at his timetable. It was his first day, and honestly, Sam had no idea where he should look for those classes. He stopped for a brief moment to look around and ask someone for help.
Maybe this guys wasn’t the right choice, he seemed that typical cool kid who didn’t give a crap about anything, but at least he sat there alone. He might won’t bother him.
What do Sams old college friends even think happened to him? I mean he went on a road trip with his brother after his girlfriend died and then like 5 years later he’s a serial shooter on the news that died. twice.
dean: wanna film it?
Do you ever have those RP partners who you absolutely love and you just wait all day for them to get online and when you see they’ve replied to your thread you just get all happy and excited because they’re awesome but you don’t want to bother them with messages because you’re afraid you’ll come off as annoying
Might be back later.
I owe to:
Like if I missed you.
It was probably dawn when Sam woke up from a nightmare. He started to get use to them since Jessica died, but these dreams were different now. They came true, just like the one he had before she died.
Sam sat up slowly, his heart still pounding as he rubbed his face and looked at his brother, turned on the light and reached out to shake his arm gently.
Dean, get up.”
Dean had gotten to sleep relatively easily that night, which was nothing that he had been expecting, which had to mean that something would probably end up going terribly wrong at some point. He turned his eyes up to look at Sam when he felt the movement.
He quickly startled awake as he felt Sam grab onto his arm, turning toward his brother, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then turning to look at his little brother, worry (and tiredness, but that wasn’t new) evident in his eyes as he stretched out to look at him.
"I’m up. What’s wrong, Sammy?"
Before he replied, he started to get dressed and tried to put his thoughts together. “We gotta go.” That was all he could say in the first place, though he was aware how insane this just sounded. SO instead of acting recklessly, he took a deep breath and stopped for a brief moment.
“I…” He started softly, tried to keep his calm. “I think someone’s in danger.” Sam tried to make it as simple as he could - he knew this psychic thing was a whole new thing, but he didn’t want an innocent person to die just because he didn’t pay attention to his dreams.
“Just… hurry up, alright?”
Sam nodded with an awkward smile on his face then just bit his lower lip nervously. “I’m sorry.” He said and stood up when his brother came into his mind again. This whole case freaked him out, and probably he just made the poor guy think that an other hunter will come here to hunt him.
"I… really didn’t mean to bother you." He had to took a deep breath before he talked again. "Thanks for your help but… I gotta go now… check that hospital."
"It’s okay, you’re not the first hunter to come in here and think I killed someone" He shrugged and looked at him. "Oh…okay, I hope you the best of luck Sam" He smiled and walked him to the door. "And if you need help again, please come back and as me, I will gladly help you" He opened the door for him and let his tail wrap around his own thigh.
“Thank you.” Sam told him, gave him a little smile. “For everything.” He added with a nod and headed out. He wasn’t planning on go back and ask for help from Louis, he didn’t wanna bother him once again, in his opinion, he’d already helped enough.
Sam made his way to that hospital, to check if his brother was there. He tried all of his sibling’s fake names, didn’t care about that the nurses thought that he was kidding when he told them at least ten different names, but all of them seemed to fail.
Sam was searching for his brother for hours, but there were no leads. It was about 2AM, when all of a sudden Sam stood up and left the motel room.
That was the last thing he wanted to do, but he had no other idea - he was desperate but felt bad at the same time for knocking on Louis’ door in the middle of the night.
"You coming with me right?" Dean’s words were more than slurred together at this point, and he really had no idea what was coming out of his mouth but he found he also didn’t particularly care too much at the moment, he was more interested in keeping Sam close. "…Said anything about sleep? Don’t wanna sleep."
By now Dean was clinging onto Sam, arms somehow managing to be wrapped around the younger brother’s neck while he pressed his face into the other’s neck, humming slightly. “Heh, you’re very warm…should share the warmth, Sammy.”
Dean figured he should be horrified by the context of the words that were currently coming from his own mouth but he really couldn’t find it in him to make himself shut up, being too far gone as it is, plus he’d be lying if he said some of this weren’t already things he wanted to do for the longest. He’d never admit that, and it was a good thing he was drunk off his ass so he could use it as an excuse once he was rejected again.
"S’Know what, you wear too many layers," Dean began tugging at the other’s shirt, flicking one button open, and then another. "Can’t go to bed like that, gotta take em off."
For a stranger it may would have been hard to understand the words what Dean said, but it was his brother dammit, he knew everything about him, he did understand everything he said, even if his words slurred together.
“Dean, maybe you should…” He decided to not to finish the sentence, it was useless to ask him over and over to go to bed. Sam knew he had to do something to make him lay down. But at the same moment he was thinking about that, he heard him speaking again.
Okay, maybe his sibling did mean what he said. But he was drunk, he dared to risk that Dean didn’t even know what was going on, but the fact that he wanted to make out with Sam was pretty weird. As he tried to figure out what was he supposed to do he just took a deep breath and shook his head, with the same embarassed smile on his face.
“Alright, how about I’ll go to bed with you?” Well, that sounded pretty weird coming out of his mouth, but maybe in that way he could convince him.
His eyes widened a little bit when Dean flicked his buttons open. And it wasn’t because of his brother started to take his shirt off, it was because he was surprised that he didn’t wanna refuse him. “Dean.” He called his name softly to get his attention, to make him look up at him. He only needed a look, to look into his eyes to know if he was serious or just simply drunk.
“Why was it so damn hard to realize that I was willing to die? Don’t you think that it was completely selfish? You didn’t care about saving me, you cared about yourself. You needed a place to hide but in exchange you had to save me and it was okay for you.” He said and shook his head, let out a soft sigh and looked down for a brief moment.
Even if he told Sam he didn’t have ulterior motives, it was still awful to know that Gadreel was inside him. “So what if they found it you’re possessing me? I guess their first thing to do would be is to kill me to kill you.” Not that he cared - he just didn’t want to die because of an Angel. It was a good way to end his life the way he wanted it to end. While trying to close the gates of Hell. It could have been something was worth to die for.
Sam stared at him for seconds, thinking about a solution but he had no idea what to do. He didn’t care about Gadreel, he didn’t care about himself so it really didn’t matter if one of them died. “So what do you think I should do now? You think it’s so freaking easy to me? You just put an other weight on my shoulders I don’t know how to deal with.”
"Just because you were willing to die does not mean you should have to. Not when there was a way to prevent it. Life is a precious thing and should never be thrown away, for any reason," he insisted sternly. God had told the angels to love and value humanity and he had always honoured that order. How could he not when humans were such beautiful, fascinating creatures? "This…arrangement, it was merely an added bonus. Even if I had not gained a vessel as a result I still would have saved you."
"I will not let that happen," he assured him. "My presence is weak enough as it is, and I have hidden what little grace I possess in a dark corner of your soul. Other angels will not be able to sense me. And even if they did, I would not make you die for me. I would leave before they could harm you."
"That was not my intention," he said quietly. He hadn’t considered the possibility that his very presence would upset him. "You don’t have to do anything. I will remain where I am, hidden, until you are healed, and you can go about your life as usual. You will not even notice me, I promise."
“I couldn’t care less about your opinion, Gadreel. It was up to me whether if I wanted to die. It wasn’t your choice or my brother’s. And you two didn’t respect my choice.” He said calmly, but deep down it hurt him. And he was sure that the Angel knew it, not just because he was inside him. It was way too obvious that Sam couldn’t deal with what happened.
Sam took a deep breath, thinking about this whole situation - he wasn’t sure if he could believe him, but what other choice he had?
“Alright.” He was aware anyway that he had to decide soon, and if he changed his mind later, he could still eject him.
“But don’t you dare to think that I’m doing this for you. I’m doing this for myself.” Sam didn’t wanna live his life like he couldn’t do anything because he was all messed up. He tried to make something good out of it. And right now, he thought it was the only way.
Dean shook his head. “Because you’re my brother, Sammy. What do you expect me not to ask?” He folded his arms. “Look on out on case today, so I’m leaving you on your own for a few hours.” Dean lied, he had a plan. Dean was going to hide somewhere and somehow find out what Sammy has been doing for the past for weeks, he’s going to follow him everywhere, no matter what. Maybe that seemed a little crazy but to Dean it wasn’t, he needed to find out what was going on, for once and for all.
"I expect you to ask, Dean, but one hand wouldn’t be enough to count how many times you asked me if I’m okay." He said a bit nervously then just let out a soft sigh in relief when he said he was going to leave. Though he didn’t know what to do while he was away, he had to options, suffer from the withdrawal symptoms or find a demon and drink his blood. "Alright." Maybe it’d have been easier if he told Dean what was going on, but he didn’t wanna lose him again.
Sam paused for a brief moment before he entered his room - he heard Dean was talking when he headed to his room, but he didn’t bother to stop and listen to what he wanted to say.
He was still mad at him, despite he promised Kevin that he’ll get over it, he wasn’t willing to forgive him - at least not today. Not now. Sam just wasn’t able to do that.
Dean’s mouth closed when Sam walked away. “Oh..okay then.” He muttered, raking his fingers through his short hair. “Nice chat.” He went to his own room, laying on his bed and putting on his headphones.
Even Metallica didn’t make him feel better. He knew that Sam was mad at him and he knew that he had a right to be. That didn’t make it any easier. Especially since he thought it was actually gonna be okay. He rolle over onto his side and turned off the lamp but couldn’t make himself fall asleep.
He sat down on his bed and let out a soft sigh, tried to forget about all the things what were happening between him and his brother. But it wasn’t too easy, mostly because he didn’t have a damn thing to do but sleeping and it was impossible to fall asleep in this kind of mood.
Though he lay down to sleep, he didn’t sleep a wink that night. His thoughts were way too loudly, and he couldn’t help it. It was early in the morning when he decided to get up and do some research or whatever what might would be able to distract his attention from all those stupid things he was thinking about.
Sam stepped outside from his room, shut the door softly to not to wake Dean up and headed to the living room.
Dean let out an explosive breath, all the tension leaving his shoulders and settled his head on Sam’s shoulder. He sniffed a little, hands gripping his brother’s shirt.
Of course Sam didn’t wanna leave in the first place. He had just way too many things to deal with and when he found himself being treated like a kid he felt he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
He let out a soft sigh in relief as he pulled his brother closer -if it was even possible-, and closed his eyes for a brief moment. “I didn’t mean it, y’know.”