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Post by Dean Winchester on May 11, 2008 0:26:49 GMT -4
Dean had lain in what felt like a chasm of absolute emptiness for what felt like an eternity. His body was dead, his mind lost and his blood long since cold in his veins as death had enveloped him and taken him over entirely. He hadn't known of what had taken him in the end, hell it was questionable as to whether he knew he had been taken at all. The ferocity and the speed at which Meg had moved had all but torn his life from him without his even knowing of it.
Death is empty. Death is nothing and death is lonely. Nothing can harm you and yet nothing can help you. You are alone in whatever realm you are thrust into and yet Dean had had no idea where he was. Dean was simply....nowhere. Breath had left Dean Winchester a long time ago. His blood lay motionless and cold within his body and his eyes remained firmly closed.
It was a single flicker of light that would have proved otherwise to anyone that may have been with Dean in that exact moment. A flicker of light that flashed it's way into his sight and caused his eyelids to flutter slightly. A shock of what felt like electricity slammed its way through Dean's body and he jerked violently upon the bed he lay upon.
Each jolt of life, of his soul returning to his form causing his body to slam itself harder upon the bed until his eyes snapped open and his mouth wrenched open in a desperate search for air. As the fresh oxygen that had invaded his throat and his lungs slammed through him and coursed its way down through his body, Dean choked back on it and curled up onto his side upon the bed.
The sensation of warming blood pulsing through his veins felt like hot lava inside of his body and he cried out desperately in agony. His cold and previously lifeless body being assaulted and burned by the very blood meant to sustain his life and he tore frantically at the collar around his throat.
As his breaths choked him and his throat wrenched against the onslaught of air rushing through him, Dean's eyes watered desperately and he curled himself tighter on to his side. “S-S-Sam....” he gasped feverishly, weakly, every word ripping through his throat like hot knives. “Sammy.....” he groaned again, struggling to maintain any sort of control over the pain that slammed its way through him.
As his eyes finally focused upon his surroundings and he felt his head pound with pain, Dean attempted to pull himself upright and, after failing miserably, allowed his body to collapse back upon the bed he had found himself on. Questions raced through his mind, how he ended up wherever he was, how Meg got away from him, how she allowed him to actually live and yet the one question that shoved its way to the front of his mind caused his heart to race.
“SAMMY!” Dean's voice tore at his throat as his scream of agony and fear ripped its way through the room and he ended up curling himself up once more, choking back against the pain and struggling to keep the whole wave of emotions he felt at bay.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 11, 2008 12:14:59 GMT -4
Bobby had been pacing the kitchen floor in Missouri's trying to thijnk of where in the hell Sam could have gone and what in the hell the boy had been thinking taking off in the condition he was in and without telling a damn soul what he was doing. It was times like this when Bobby was all but certain the Winchesters were going to send him to grave he would bet good money on it if he had the money to bet.
Bobby had just tried to dial Sam's cell phone once more the fact that it would go directly into Voice Mail was past infuriating and as he dialed it once more a voice which yelled through the silent house caused Bobby's heart to freeze. He stood still in the kitchen the phone clattering to the ground as he stayed still and lsitened again hoping it was simply him losing his mind for the moment.
As Dean's vocie yelled through the house once more in a desperate cry for his brother Bobby took off down the hallway and slammed into the room that had been holding Dean's body. He didn't know what in the hell to expect a ghost an echo anything but what he found which was a very much alive Dean Winchester curled on the bed calling for his younger brother.
"Son of a bitch boy," he growled dropping the shot gun he had grabbed from the hallway and making his way over to Dean.
"Don't tense up dean relax...yuo have to breath and just relax," Bobby ordered his hand immediately going to the chest wound which should have been there but now wasn't and his hands carefully traced along the neck which was meant to be broken and wasn't.
"God damnit Sam what did you do," he rowled reaching over and handing Dean the glass of water Missouri had set there for Sam.
"Drinkl this and breath and...calm down Dean...you shou...just drink the water," Bobby whispered not knowing what the hell to make of this all. He was gladder then a pig in shit that the boy was back but at what cost?
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 11, 2008 12:33:35 GMT -4
Dean's body continued to burn with pain as he felt the blood rush to his head and he could hear every echo of it pounding through his ears. His body continued to shudder in agony as he struggled to pull himself up from the bed.
His eyes snapped unfocused upon the door as he heard someone crashing through and he hoped against hope that it was his younger brother, alive and well. He had no idea how he should have felt as instead he saw Bobby Singer immediately make his way over to him and he fought feebly at his hands as he firstly checked over his chest and then moved up to his neck. “Leave it out Bobby....” he groaned desperately, his own hand reaching up to rub his neck gently. “It.....frigging aches to all hell and I can...do without...your paws on it man....” he groaned despite himself and despite every word still tearing at his throat like knives.
“Where's Sammy....” he whispered croakily, his eyes attempting to focus on Bobby. “I left you a message....he crashed Bobby...you gotta go to him....” he groaned, pulling himself up finally and resting his back against the wall behind him.
As Dean took the glass of water from Bobby's hand and the water within it slopped about due to his own shaking, Dean struggled to raise it to his mouth and finally managed an attempt at drinking. The cold liquid rushed down his throat, causing him to once more choke back on it and his heaving coughs resounded about the room and all but deafened his already pounding head. “You not got no whiskey....” he hissed through the pain, placing the glass back with trembling hands and raising his hand to rub away at his neck again.
“She got the drop on me Bobby....” he groaned, his eyes slipping closed slightly before snapping open and focusing weakly on Bobby. “She caused...the crash and she....” Dean's hand went immediately up to his chest and confusion flashed through his eyes as the memory of the knife driving through his chest came back to him and he stare wide eyed back at Bobby. “She....stabbed me....I think....What the hell....Who found me.....why did you come for me and not Sammy? Where is he?” he groaned feverishly, pulling himself to the side of the bed and easing himself up on to the floor “Where's Sam?!” his voice bellowed about him and his head grew light as his knees buckled beneath him and he toppled back upon the bed in a heap.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 11, 2008 23:18:28 GMT -4
Bobby was still havin a rough time trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Dean Winchester was alive on the bed in front of him when the boy had been dead as could be a few moments before. There was no way he could have been fine when they had all seen the knife buried in the boys chest and the un-natural angel the boys neck ahd been twisted.
"It aches cause it was fckin snapped in two," Bobby muttered his hands still checking over Dean's neck which was now in perfect working order as if it hadn't been broken just a few moments ago.
"We got Sam out of the wreck Dean...he's fine he's...I ain't here right now Dean but there's more pressing shit to see to right now," Bobby explained as he watched Dean struggeled to drink the water from the glass.
Bobby held Dean back against the bed to keep the stubborn fool from moving around too much as it was more then clear that his body was still getting used to being in the land of the living.
"Dean this ain't gonna make a lick of sense to you right now but you gotta listen to me and you damn well gotta trust that I wouldn't lie to you...You're right Meg did get the upper hand on you boy...she killed you and drove your dead body striaght into the house not a few hours ago...she killed you dean and now you ain't so dead...and Sam...Sam ain't here he left an hour ago...he was in here sleepin next to you and the next one of us checked on him he was gone and so was the car...and now your here Dean....alive like the fcking day is long and that is the god damn honest truth," Bobby said not believing the words he was saying himself.
A part of him knew one of the only ways to bring someone back from the dead was and the thought of what Sam might have done brought an entire new set of fears crashing through him.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 11, 2008 23:45:48 GMT -4
Dean raised his hands again to remove Bobby's from his neck and he growled deep in his chest as he did so “Cut it out Bobby! Quit being Mom....dammit....” he hissed, finally managing to pull himself out of Bobby's reach and sitting himself further up the bed.
As Bobby spoke on Sam and gave him the news that he had been removed from the wreck, Dean's eyes lit up immediately and he began to pull himself back upon his feet. “Ain't nothing more pressing than knowing Sammy is OK Bobby...” he groaned, standing uneasily on his feet and turning back to face him. “Where....”
Dean's words froze upon his lips and his eyes stared back at Bobby as he continued to speak and it felt like every damn word he spoke tore through to his very core and he felt his body sway slightly before taking a firm grip upon the bed post. His hand instinctively shot up to his chest as he felt along it for the knife wound he knew he should have there, his mind crashing with the memory of the pain and the feeling of utter helplessness that came with it.
“He....” Dean's eyes fixed on Bobby and his body shook uncontrollably beneath him as the realization of what he had just explained to him slammed through him. “He wouldn't do that Bobby....not that...never that, not Sammy....” he hissed, his fingers toying quickly with the charm that lay about his neck.
His mind swam with the memories of that Christmas so long ago, the Christmas that his younger brother revealed his greatest fear. The fear that Dean would one day come to harm, his hopes that the charm would ward it off and the admission that he too would do anything to help him, to keep him safe. His breathing became labored, frantic and pain filled as he knew deep down what Sam had done.
As his knees began to buckle beneath him and Dean struggled to keep himself upright, his knuckles turned white with the pressure his grip upon the bed was causing. His eyes finally found Bobby's again and he shook his head slowly, his eyes filled with nothing but pain and sorrow, his mouth struggling to keep itself straight as all he wanted to do was break down and yet he knew he couldn't in front of Bobby. “I....did it....” Dean stopped speaking and leaned heavily down upon the bed, his breathing ragged and his head growing light. “She didn't get the drop on me......” he growled angrily “I let her....I did it....for him, for Sammy and now.....” Dean tore his head up and stared back at Bobby, the blood rushing to his head and yet he pushed past the pain. “Son of a bitch!” he cried out angrily, his voice hammering off the walls about him and he drove his foot heavily into the leg of the bed.
Breathing erratically and heavily through his nose, Dean stood himself upright and shook his head at Bobby “He......I need to find him.....” he hissed quietly, making his way unsteadily to the doorway and stepping through into the hallway beyond. “I have to find....” Dean's eyes locked with the living room beyond and his breathing hitched entirely in his chest at the devastation that lay within it and he leaned heavily against the wall.
Sliding down it and finally finding the floor, Dean buried his face between his knees and allowed his whole body to be consumed by the gut wrenching and heart breaking sobs that coursed through him, no longer caring that he was doing it all in front of Bobby. “Why did he....” Dean's words were snatched from him as he tore his head back and all but slammed it into the wall behind him “Goddamit Sammy....what have you done?” he groaned desperately, his body finally consumed by nothing but angry remorse as he allowed his tears to flow freely down his face.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 12, 2008 11:21:24 GMT -4
Bobby looked back at Dean his face etched with concern and worry in regards to everything he had just heaped on his shoulders but it needed to be done; none of then had time to pussy foot around especially not with Sam still missing and having done God only knew what that had brought Dean back from the dead.
“Dean you need to calm yourself down boy…we won’t know what Sam did or didn’t do till the boys gets his busted ass back to this house,” Bobby said trying to keep an even tone with Dean.
Bobby’s eyes narrowed in anger as some how things managed to get even worse by Dean’s revelation that he had willingly gave himself over to Meg in the graveyard and that she hadn’t gotten the upper hand on him but instead he had simply given himself to her on a silver platter and let her do what the demonic bitch wanted to do with him…which had been murder him.
“You did what?” Bobby growled his voice low and very calm; far too calm and he knew that Dean would immediately recognized the tone as one Bobby only used ever so often in extremely bad situations when one of the Winchesters had done something exceedingly stupid. The knowledge that all of this could have been avoided if Dean had thought shit through and had not gone off on his own half cocked burned through Bobby and he was doing his damndest not to knock the shit out of the boy in front of him especially since it had only been a few moments when the same boy had been dead.
“You are a god damn fool Dean; you have no idea what you’ve done boy. Now you need to sit your ass down and wait for your brother to bring his pain in the ass back to this house then we all need to figure out what the holy fck is goin on here do I make myself damn clear?” Bobby asked his eyes narrowed in anger as he stood up and looked down at Dean.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 12, 2008 11:38:34 GMT -4
Dean's eyes snapped onto Bobby's and he shook his head angrily “Don't even try to act dumb Bobby....it doesn't even begin to Goddamn suit you!” he spat, his anger mounting with every passing second and he struggled to keep his voice at any sort of even tone “You know what he did! There is only one way someone can come back....only one! And he did it!”
As Bobby rounded on him and all but towered over him, Dean pushed himself up with what little strength he had left in his body and stared Bobby dead in the eye. “You heard what I did Bobby....” he growled “And right now I don't give a flying shit if you think me dumb, reckless or screwed in the head!” he spat, stepping up to Bobby and not allowing any sort of space between the pair of them.
“I gave myself to that bitch yeah...I threw down my fcking gun and I served myself up to her....do you want to know why Bobby?!” Dean's voice grew in intensity and he viciously whipped at the tears that still forced their way out “Because I would rather my body lie rotting...for me to be salted, burned and Goddamn dumped in hallowed ground and forgotten of entirely than to have one single hair on that kids Goddamn head touched!” he spat.
“I chose to fcking die Bobby!” he growled, his voice shaking the already damaged walls around them and he pushed his way forcefully past Bobby and back into the bedroom. Pulling on his jacket, and struggling to keep his own sanity in check, Dean patted his jeans pockets down and immediately remembered what Bobby had said of the Impala. Sam had gone and so had the car. “Gimme the keys to your car Bobby....” he spat, holding his hand out and allowing his head to snap back up to find Bobby. “I will find him myself....and when I do...you better pray at least one of us Goddamn survives....” he growled.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 12, 2008 11:53:07 GMT -4
Bobby stared back at dean trying to keep his anger in check but the boy was beginning to test his luck and it was taking everything Bobby had not to knock him for six and be done with it; but he couldn’t do that. Never in all of the years had he ever hit any of the boys but god damnit if Dean wasn’t pushing on his last nerve.
“You need to watch who you think you are talking to boy,” Bobby replied his voice laced in a very dangerous tone as Dean pushed past him and went back into the room.
“Well did you ever think in that thick head of yours what would come of you choosin to die? You ever think what in the hell that would do to your brother? Your father for fcks sake did you think of any of that?...No you god damn well didn’t cause if you did we wouldn’t be havin this conversation now would we?”
Bobby stood in the doorway as he stared back at Dean who still seemed hell bent on leaving and going off after Sam.
“I ain’t given you a god damn thing boy till you calm the fck down,” Bobby snapped and stepped out of the doorway and slammed the door shut as he barged down the hallway.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 12, 2008 12:06:49 GMT -4
Dean's resolve faltered slightly before he regained it just as fast and he stared back at Bobby determinedly “I don't need to watch anything....” he growled angrily “The only thing I have ever had to watch is Sam's back...and I did that....I did my Goddamn duty and he has gone and pissed it all up the wall!” he spat, his anger at everything, himself, Bobby, Sam, the whole situation mounting to dangerous levels and he chose to tears his eyes away from Bobby before he did something both of them would end up regretting.
The whole idea of not looking back at Bobby however was entirely shot in the ass as he continued to speak and Dean locked eyes with him once more, his vision blazing with nothing but anger “Of course I goddamn knew it!” he hissed “Sammy....he could have gone on from all this shit! He could have been that person he wanted to be before I dragged him into this sorry crap!”
Dean's anger mounted only more as Bobby bought up his father and he shook his head viciously at him. “Don't you bring dad into all this....” he growled “What am I to him? Do you even know that?! DO YOU?! I am a soldier to him...nothing more, nothing less. The same goes for Sammy....we aren't his sons, we're his good little footmen....his lapdogs, following his every order like a pair of bitches that can't answer for themselves.”
Dean tore himself away from the bed and made his way back over to Bobby “I die....Sammy dies....he will just see us as sacrifices on the field that have to be made....and don't you even begin to deny that Bobby....” he growled.
As the door slammed in Dean's face and he was left entirely alone in the room, Dean drove his foot clean into the heavy door and flinched only slightly as shards of wood showered down to the ground before him. His breathing became shallow, nothing more than a growl as he made his way further into the room and simply stood staring out of the window into the world outside.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 12, 2008 12:22:20 GMT -4
No matter what had happened in the last few hours Sam couldn’t help but feel the best he could in a good long while just knowing that without a doubt when he got back to Missouri’s house Dean would be there and he would be alive and it wouldn’t be a dream or anything else it would be the real thing. He didn’t care right now about the deal he had made he really didn’t he wasn’t even going to bring it up…unless of course somebody had noticed he had gone missing and then he would for the time…lie till he couldn’t any longer and then they would just have to deal with it but not now his brother was alive and as the sun slowly began to creep over the Kansas horizon Sam Winchester couldn’t be happier.
Sam drove down the still deserted streets as it was still early enough in the morning that not to many people were out and about and though eh would never willingly admit it to Dean he clicked on the radio and just listened to whatever mullet tape Dean had shoved into the player…he thought it might have been AC/DC but hell if he knew he was just happy to have the noise and to be heading back home. He tapped the steering wheel lightly as he drove back wishing he had brought his cell phone with him but he really hadn’t intended to go anywhere.
His smile widened as he turned the corner and drove down the street of where Missouri lived pulling the Impala into the spot it had previously sat in in the driveway. Sam quickly shut off the car leaving the keys in the ignition knowing his brother would want to make sure his car was ok right off the bat there was really no point in taking them. He rushed his way into the front of the house slamming the door behind him and going as fats as he possibly could down the hall and to the room where he had left his brother.
“Dean!” he called to his brother even before he had even reached the door. Sam pulled open the door to the room his eyes immediately growing wide at the sight of his brother looking out of the window in the bedroom. His brother standing up and breathing and just being alive. If it was even possible Sam’s smile tripled in size as he rushed over to his brother.
“Dean! You’re ok,” he exclaimed his voice laced with the relief and happiness he felt at seeing his brother alive again as he wrapped his arms around him in a hug still not being able to believe that it had worked that the crossroads demon had done it she had held up her end of the deal. Dean was back and as good as new.
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Post by John Winchester on May 12, 2008 13:02:58 GMT -4
John had disappeared from Missouri's house for a few hours, he just had to get out the house, to get some fresh air. Although he hadn't gone far. Surprisingly. Just round the back of the house, and the neighbourhood and then wandered to the front, and surveyed the hole in the front, noticing Bobby had taken a break, or gone somewhere. He shrugged his shoulders lightly as if he were shrugging something off his back or shoulders. If anything he had expected him to go first rather than his son.
It was then that he noticed the Impala had moved from where it was before on the road, and glanced round wondering if Bobby had moved it again, though couldn't figure out why. He strode back into the house using the door, although it was right next to the hole, but still door's were for walking through, not hole's in walls. He heard voices coming from the room Dean's body was, and heard Sam's voice, for which he was glad, as he could talk to Sam about what they were going to do. He saw Bobby in the other room, but went passed and headed for the room Sam was in, to talk to him properly. Having not spoken to him properly since he went downstairs to see his brother.
He saw the open door, but from the angle he was at, his thought turned to puzzlement for a minute as Dean's body wasn't on the bed where they had left it. Okay knowing that Sam might have moved it, was a possibility but didn't see why he would. He moved closer to the door and paused in the doorway, blinking a couple of extra times to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing. No, Dean was alive again?! Well he hadn't done anything, and Bobby he knew wouldn't do anything, so that left Sam. He must have done something. He just stood there for a moment though, trying to work out in his mind what had happened.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 12, 2008 13:19:26 GMT -4
Dean's eyes had remained upon the horizon outside of the window for God only knew how long, the only sign that time had passed at all was the fact that the sun had begun to rise in the distance, causing a blood red sheen to streak its way across the sky and the clouds slowly began rolling in.
Every thought of what had occurred that evening, the pain he had felt as he remembered the knife driving its way through his heart. The ferocity and the speed at which Meg took him down, all be it willingly, drove its way through him and he choked back on the anger and agony that ripped through him. His breathing faltered slightly and he took a firm hold of the window ledge as he struggled to right his breathing again and he allowed his eyes to slip closed briefly.
The voice that called out through the house, outside of the very room Dean stood within caused his heart to stop momentarily and he latched his eyes upon the door. The one voice he knew he had so desperately wanted to hear and yet dreaded at the same time. As the door to the room rushed open, Dean tore his eyes away from it and once more stared out of the window, not even daring himself to look back at his younger brother as he all but bounded into the room.
Dean flinched as Sam's voice resounded about the room again and he turned, almost robotically as Sam enveloped him into an embrace, the happiness, the sheer unadulterated happiness in his brother all too evident in his tone and in his actions.
His eyes stared vacantly, emotionless upon the wall behind his brother as he knew deep down he wanted to return the embrace. He knew deep down he was pleased to have his brother back with him, alive, in one all be it damaged piece, but still back with him none the less. But that part of Dean Winchester, that brotherly part of him was buried deep. So deep he wasn't even certain yet whether he could retrieve it. All he felt now towards his brother, and it killed him, nigh on destroyed him inside to even admit it, was resentment. Resentment in knowing that he had chosen Dean's life over his, the resentment in knowing that Sam valued Dean's life, even over his own.
Those thoughts, those actions were reserved for Dean. He was the eldest, it was he that had to look out for Sam. It was he that had to lay his life down to ensure the safety of Sam and he had done that, he had done his duty...and now Sam had torn his one dying wish from him.
As Dean's arms moved up and his hands took a firm hold of Sam's wrists, Dean allowed his eyes to lock with his for mere moments, before he removed himself from the embrace and pushed his way past Sam. Heading towards the door, and not affording a single glance back at his brother, Dean stopped in front of his father and right now could not give a damn what was going through the older man's mind “You keep him....all the hell away from me....” he growled bitterly, forcing his way past his father and making his way down the hallway and out into the early morning air outside.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 12, 2008 13:49:32 GMT -4
That was it. Missouri had, had enough. She'd been trying to take the smallest of naps since there wasn't much to do and she'd been up all night with the others watching out for Sammy then the incident with a certain car through her living room with a certain Winchester on it dead. It was safe to say this was not one of Missouri's good days by a long shot.
Getting up she wandered the her bedroom door and headed down the hall towards the stairs. She'd been hearing shouting for the past few minutes and figured it might have been Bobby while he was working in the living room but now something just didn't seem right at all. To top it off she'd taken something so her mind wouldn't wander and the downside was she was a bit blocked to others at the moment so she had to find out the old fashioned way until she fully woke up.
"Now what in the world is going on?! Everyone's shouting is starting to give me a headache agai-" she started as she reached the door and she watched Dean race out and head for the door to go outside.....at least she thought it had been Dean.
But Dean was dead. Last she checked. Things suddenly started to click. "Oh...hell," she said, sighing and looking in the room at the three remaining men. "You made a deal with that damned crossroads demon didn't you Sammy?" she said. Well this was just perfect. She didn't really blame Sam for saving his brother...but it certainly did wreck some havoc since everyone knows that cross road demons make some pretty unfair deals...normally with lives.
"Alright. Everyone. Kitchen. Now. And I don't want no arguing," she said taking authority. If she had to bind anyone into the kitchen to get everyone there god so help who ever it was she had to do it too.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 12, 2008 14:17:42 GMT -4
Sam had held his brother against him in an embrace he still couldn’t believe he had been given the chance to have. Dean had been dead, cold, and gone a few hours before and now he was alive and everything was back to how it had been meant to be. Sam knew something was wrong though the minute Dean didn’t even say a word to him. There was no “Sam” or “Sammy” or even “Bitch” there was just nothing and that was worse then words.
Sam stared back at Dean utterly crest fallen and the smile on his face completely gone as his brother pushed away from him and just walked out of the room.
“Dean?” Sam called out after him but his words froze on his lips as he heard the words his brother spat at their father who was in the doorway.
“You keep him....all the hell away from me....”
Sam stood in the center of the room a look of total devastation across his face as he looked past his father as his brother disappeared. He hadn’t said a word to him he hadn’t even hugged him back and that was full well knowing Dean Winchester didn’t do the whole “chick flick” moments but this was difference dean had been dead! He had died and Sam had brought him back and that hadn’t even allowed him a single word from Dean.
The silence in the room that Dean ah delft him abandoned in hurt worse then anything which Sam ahd gone through in the last 24 hours. It ripped into his soul like nothing he had ever felt before; if it was possible it hurt worse then when dean had been dead.
“Dad?” Sam’s voice was small and desperate as his eyes snapped on to his father and then quickly to Missouri who entered the room. Sam took a step backwards as Missouri quickly called him out on what he had done and he could feel the sting from her words as he looked from her and back to his father not knowing had everything had suddenly gotten all muddled up.
Sam had heard Missouri’s order that they all make their way into the kitchen but he had something else he needed to do just then and some how he found the grasp upon his current reality and snapped back into action pushing past his father and Missouri without so much as a word as he took off after Dean.
“Dean!” Sam called out after his brother as he pulled open the door to the house and walked out into the morning sun after his brother.
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Post by John Winchester on May 13, 2008 5:45:45 GMT -4
John watched as Dean detached himself from his brother, and moved past him trying not to look at him. "Dean." He started with a frown, as his now alive son stood in front of him.
“You keep him....all the hell away from me....”
"Dean you come back here right now." John's voice growled and low, pushing past his upset, and going through into perhaps slight anger because his son wasn't listening to him. He couldn't just up and walk past him like that and think everything was going to be okay, just because he was alive again. Then his thoughts turned to Missouri and Sam, just as Missouri 'hit the nail on the head'...He glanced at Sam as Missouri mentioned the Crossroads Demon. His face all but said it was true, and John all but tried to hide what he was thinking about that. He was angry at Sam for doing this, how could he without telling him?! And then he wondered how long the demon had actually given him, jesus why were his sons to bloody headstrong? He cursed to himself meeting Sam's eyes again with a slight frown.
"Dad?" Sam's voice was desperate but John didn't care about that at the moment.
"How long did she give you Sam?" He said bluntly. He needed to know...He needed to know how long he had to do something...about both his sons. He watched as Sam made his way towards him and Missouri, and he went to grab Sam as he went past to stop him going, but Sam managed to get past him. "Sam, you stay here." He growled as Sam followed his brother.
He turned around and looked at the door, banging his hand on the side of the door. "God damm it! What the hell is happening here?!" He cursed to Missouri. "Am I losing both sons at once!?" He questioned. He ran his other hand over his head as he tried to figure out what just happened.
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