Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 23, 2015 10:27:58 GMT -5
Sam had long ago come to the conclusion that the Dean who had called him a monster in the panic room had just been another one of his hallucinations. But there was no question that the Dean standing across from him who'd just uttered the word 'monster' in reference to him was 100% real. His own brother had just called him a monster. Sam felt a single tear of mixed rage and sorrow slip down his cheek as he nodded once. If that's the way Dean truly felt, he saw just one course of action to be taken here. Reaching back, he packed all of his anger into the punch that he delivered to his brother's jaw, sending the older Winchester to the ground. Dean rose to his feet slowly, one hand at his jaw, rubbing it. The two of them stared at each other for a long minute and then Dean returned the punch. And that's all it took.
A full fledged fight broke out between the brothers with the enraged Sam dominating. He launched himself at Dean, grabbing his shoulders and slamming him into one of the room's many mirrors, shattering it. He lifted one foot and kicked Dean hard in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards a few feet. As Dean went to punch Sam again in the face, Sam avoided it, grabbing Dean's outstretched arm and twisting it behind his back before shoving him forward into yet another mirror. As Dean turned back around, gearing up to throw another punch, Sam planted himself in front of the disoriented Dean and kicked him in the chest once more, sending him flying backwards through the air, bringing a decorative wooden wall in the middle of the room down with him.
Sam watched as Dean lay on the ground breathing heavily in the midst of the debris, broken bits of wood and glass covering him. Moving with purpose, Sam approached him, bending over his body and taking him by the throat with both hands. Just before it appeared that Dean was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, Sam released him and straightened up. When he spoke, his voice was low, dangerous, and edgy. "You don't know me. You never did. And you never will." He'd had enough. He was out of there. Stalking towards the door, he heard Dean choke out from the floor in a raspy voice, "you walk out that door, don't you ever come back." Those had been the exact words their father had shouted at him before he'd left for Stanford. With a stiff spine and a new level of resolve, Sam opened the door.
And walked through it.
A full fledged fight broke out between the brothers with the enraged Sam dominating. He launched himself at Dean, grabbing his shoulders and slamming him into one of the room's many mirrors, shattering it. He lifted one foot and kicked Dean hard in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards a few feet. As Dean went to punch Sam again in the face, Sam avoided it, grabbing Dean's outstretched arm and twisting it behind his back before shoving him forward into yet another mirror. As Dean turned back around, gearing up to throw another punch, Sam planted himself in front of the disoriented Dean and kicked him in the chest once more, sending him flying backwards through the air, bringing a decorative wooden wall in the middle of the room down with him.
Sam watched as Dean lay on the ground breathing heavily in the midst of the debris, broken bits of wood and glass covering him. Moving with purpose, Sam approached him, bending over his body and taking him by the throat with both hands. Just before it appeared that Dean was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, Sam released him and straightened up. When he spoke, his voice was low, dangerous, and edgy. "You don't know me. You never did. And you never will." He'd had enough. He was out of there. Stalking towards the door, he heard Dean choke out from the floor in a raspy voice, "you walk out that door, don't you ever come back." Those had been the exact words their father had shouted at him before he'd left for Stanford. With a stiff spine and a new level of resolve, Sam opened the door.
And walked through it.
[THE END.]
