Post by Sam Winchester on Dec 3, 2014 14:48:02 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON TWO. EPISODE TEN.
It seemed to Sam as though there was an eternity of silence after his question before Dean opened up. "He told me...he told me to watch out for you." The bands around Sam's lungs began loosening. "He told you that all the time Dean." Dean shook his head with an odd expression. "This time was different. More intense. He said...he said to watch out for you and to save you, but that if I couldn't..." Dean's voice was getting more and more strangled. He finally had to take a minute, collect himself and then finish. "I'd have to kill you." Dean, the brother who rarely showed an emotion so vulnerable as tears, had quite a few building in his eyes, threatening to spill over. "He said I might have to kill you Sammy." Sam felt sort of like he was underwater. Dean's words were reaching him in a sort of fuzzy tunnel-like manner.
With a great deal of effort, he kept his voice relatively stable. "Kill me?? What the hell does that mean?" Dean passed a hand over his face wearily, his own voice far less stable than Sam's had been. "I don't know." "And what are you supposed to save me from" Sam demanded hotly, taking a step towards his brother. "Does he know the demon's plans for me??? Am I supposed to go dark side??!" Dean threw up his arms in frustration. "I don't know ok!" "Well what else did he say?" Sam crossed his arms, practically radiating fury by this point. It had been months...MONTHS...since their father's death and all this time, Dean had been walking around with this bombshell of a last message in his head, refusing to share it. "Nothing! That's it, I swear" Dean promised.
"Oh and I should suddenly believe you" Sam snapped, poking Dean in the chest with one finger irately. "You had no right to keep this from me Dean! None!" Dean knocked Sam's finger away. "You think I wanted to?! You think I didn't go a second without fighting myself tooth and nail about whether or not to tell you??!!" Sam flung his arms out wide. "So why didn't you?!" "Because it was Dad and he made me promise" Dean shot back flatly. "You should have told me anyway" Sam returned just as flatly.
Dean held up his hands in surrender, palms out. "Ok, I get it. You're pissed at me. And you have every reason to be" he allowed graciously. "But please...just until we figure out what's going on here...just until we get some answers...can we just lie low? Find a motel, and chill out for awhile? Just...give me some time. I'm begging you." Dean held Sam's gaze steadily with true vulnerability. Sam could see how freaked he was. He himself was still trying to process what he'd just learned. He needed answers. Answers about who he was. And although Dean meant well...most of the time...he couldn't help with that. And lying low...hiding...wasn't going to help either. "Please" Dean finished, still boring his eyes into Sam's. "Fine" he finally agreed.
But he knew he didn't mean it.
It seemed to Sam as though there was an eternity of silence after his question before Dean opened up. "He told me...he told me to watch out for you." The bands around Sam's lungs began loosening. "He told you that all the time Dean." Dean shook his head with an odd expression. "This time was different. More intense. He said...he said to watch out for you and to save you, but that if I couldn't..." Dean's voice was getting more and more strangled. He finally had to take a minute, collect himself and then finish. "I'd have to kill you." Dean, the brother who rarely showed an emotion so vulnerable as tears, had quite a few building in his eyes, threatening to spill over. "He said I might have to kill you Sammy." Sam felt sort of like he was underwater. Dean's words were reaching him in a sort of fuzzy tunnel-like manner.
With a great deal of effort, he kept his voice relatively stable. "Kill me?? What the hell does that mean?" Dean passed a hand over his face wearily, his own voice far less stable than Sam's had been. "I don't know." "And what are you supposed to save me from" Sam demanded hotly, taking a step towards his brother. "Does he know the demon's plans for me??? Am I supposed to go dark side??!" Dean threw up his arms in frustration. "I don't know ok!" "Well what else did he say?" Sam crossed his arms, practically radiating fury by this point. It had been months...MONTHS...since their father's death and all this time, Dean had been walking around with this bombshell of a last message in his head, refusing to share it. "Nothing! That's it, I swear" Dean promised.
"Oh and I should suddenly believe you" Sam snapped, poking Dean in the chest with one finger irately. "You had no right to keep this from me Dean! None!" Dean knocked Sam's finger away. "You think I wanted to?! You think I didn't go a second without fighting myself tooth and nail about whether or not to tell you??!!" Sam flung his arms out wide. "So why didn't you?!" "Because it was Dad and he made me promise" Dean shot back flatly. "You should have told me anyway" Sam returned just as flatly.
Dean held up his hands in surrender, palms out. "Ok, I get it. You're pissed at me. And you have every reason to be" he allowed graciously. "But please...just until we figure out what's going on here...just until we get some answers...can we just lie low? Find a motel, and chill out for awhile? Just...give me some time. I'm begging you." Dean held Sam's gaze steadily with true vulnerability. Sam could see how freaked he was. He himself was still trying to process what he'd just learned. He needed answers. Answers about who he was. And although Dean meant well...most of the time...he couldn't help with that. And lying low...hiding...wasn't going to help either. "Please" Dean finished, still boring his eyes into Sam's. "Fine" he finally agreed.
But he knew he didn't mean it.
