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Post by Almighty Admin on May 9, 2008 23:37:29 GMT -4
Sam shook his head softly," I can't ask you to go Dean; no matter how bad it hurts I can't...because I know it'll be for good."
Sam watched as his brother even in death had an all out panic attack in regards to what had happened to his car. Mind you he seemed to be perfectly fine with the fact that he was too literally sitting next to his corpse but the fact that his car had crashed through a house is what got under his skin...leave it to Dean.
"Yeah about as full on in a house as you can get...I'm pretty sure you murdered Missouri's doll collection while you were at it but I couldn't tell for sure because there was too much wreck...um sun at the moment and I couldn't really see anything about the car," Sam said not daring to mention the mass amount of wreckage that had all but surronded the car.
"No...I'm not yanking your chain...and I thought we decided you weren't the chain raateling type," Sam replied solemly not having the strength nor the will to even make an attempt at a smile.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 10, 2008 10:02:43 GMT -4
Dean's eyes fixed wide eyed upon Sam and his breathing came out labored, wheezy as the information Sam was giving him in regards to the Impala slammed straight through into his mind. Leaning over slowly and placing his head between his knees, Dean struggled to maintain his breathing into any sort of normal breathing patterns. A small, almost pathetic sounding whine fell from Dean as Sam brushed over what sounded like “wreckage” and he pulled his head up to stare at him. “Have you seen her? Is she....is....she is OK isn't she?” he pleaded “She....she isn't hurt? No? Not too much?”
Pulling himself from the bed and making his way over to the wall, Dean leaned heavily against it and attempted to right his breathing. “My baby.....oh God....” he groaned desperately and held his head in his hands. Dean stayed perfectly still for what felt like an eternity as the thoughts and images that crashed through his mind regarding his treasured Impala seemed to subside slightly and, as his breathing finally righted and he stared back at his brother, all he could manage in any sort of response was a rather odd sounding squeak.
Moving his way back to the bed, wide eyed and shaky on his feet, Dean sat himself back down beside himself and nodded slowly. “OK....suck it up Dean....” he groaned quietly before glancing back at Sam.
With every thought being of his beloved car, Dean had all but forgotten of Sam's pleading earlier and he stared back at him concerned. “Sam....you ain't no Sleeping Beauty, and hell unless you want Bobby puckering up to get your ass awake then neither of us can stay here man....you gotta wake up and I gotta go....God only knows where. Seriously, I thought there would be road maps, signs, something even remotely helpful when you bit it but....Sammy.....I don't know where I am meant to go.” he whispered frantically, realization slamming into him hard. “Hell, I don't even know where I am, what I'm doing or why I am even in this....dream with you right now. Dammit, I.....” Dean tore his eyes away from Sam and shook his head gently “I dunno what I'm meant to be doing Sammy....and I always know what I gotta do.....” he added, almost ashamed of himself.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 10, 2008 11:53:40 GMT -4
Sam stared back at Dean with a crestfallen look about him. True this was Dean and this outburst regardig the car really shouldn't have surprised him...but Dean was dead. He had had a knife driven into his heart and his neck had been snapped and yet he was worrying about the Impala.
"Dean......" Sam's voice came out low and almost robotic but his brother continued on about the damned car.
"Dean..." he tried once more his tone slightly louder as Dean seemed to work to keep himself from not hyperventalating which placed in the current situation really wouldn't have mattered one way or not as Dean really didn't need to spend to much time worrying about breathing any more.
"Dean! I don't care about the stupid car! I didn't see how bad it was smashed up and I don't car!" Sam said standing up his resolve snapping; he couldn't catch a break even when it was his own dream.
"I had more important things to see too sort of like the fact that you...my older brother was in the other room DEAD!" Sam's entire body trembeled with anger at everything and his breathing was slightly labored as he gripped on to the side of the chair for support.
"So you'll have to forgive me if I didn't pay attention to the car..." Sam whispered turning his face away from "Dean" and looking down at the corpse.
Sam looked up at Dean though the second his brother mentioned he had no idea where he was or where he was going...no walking into the light usually meant a bad thing. Sam thought on his brother's words for a moment beofre he got an idea himself all be it a rather "interesting" idea but an idea none the less.
"Dean...if I don't wake-up...if we can keep that from happening then we could figure this out together...just like we've done everything. I mean I'm pretty sure I'm phsyically pretty messed up to begin with...I mean if I had no will to wake up...maybe I won't and we can work this out together. Figure out what's what and go from there," Sam explainined his eyes seemingly brighter at the prospect of being able to stay in their current situation even if it meant he would basically die from it in the long run.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 10, 2008 12:45:14 GMT -4
Dean's eyes focused solely on Sam as his younger brother reeled off on one about the Impala and Dean's mouth opened and closed every now and then in an attempt to speak, to answer back, to stick up for his pride and joy but at the very end of Sam's tirade, Dean simply stood rooted to the spot and stared at him. “Now see....I know this is a very stressful period in your life Sammy....so I am gonna go right ahead and ignore the fact that you totally just slammed my baby..... Goddammit....” he growled angrily, finally managing to steady his own resolve.
As Sam stood as if in deep thought, Dean began to pace the floor slightly. His attention was torn back to Sam however, as his younger brother began to speak and he shook his head frantically “No Sammy.....you have to wake, you gotta wake up.” he muttered quickly, making his way over to Sam and standing directly in front of him.
Taking a firm hold of Sam's face and turning him so that he stared directly back at him, Dean refused to allow the gaze to be broken and he kept his voice strong. “Don't you go dying for me Sammy....don't you even suggest it....” Dean's eyes welled with the same hot tears that had streaked and burned their way down his face the moment he knew his sacrifice for Sam meant nothing in the graveyard and he allowed them to fall freely as he stared back at Sam.
“Sammy....” he whispered desperately “I'm dead....gone....but you....” Dean's voice cracked under the pressure and he reached up and brushed the hair from off of Sam's face before taking a firm hold of his shoulders. “You gotta wake up Sammy.....I can't have you doing this....not this Sammy....please, you gotta let me go Sam....”
Dean's breathing snatched in his chest as his tears streaked his face and he shook his head gently at Sam “I'm sorry Sammy.....I didn't want to leave you, I never wanted to leave you....but you gotta let me go and this.....where I gotta go....is something I gotta sort out for myself little brother.....”
As Dean's breathing all but failed on him, he reached forwards and wrapped his arms about Sam's shoulders, pulling him into him into an embrace he wished would never end. He knew Sam needed more from him, he needed answers, promises, he needed him....but those were all things he couldn't give him anymore. “Be good Sammy.....” Dean's voice came out strained as he held his brother tighter to him and as he allowed his eyes to slip closed and he bought a single hand up and away from his brother, Dean hesitated only two seconds before allowing his fingers to snap together with a resounding crack.
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