Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 3, 2016 23:32:26 GMT -5
Dean lay on the library floor, one hand clawing at the boy's hand around his throat, the other doing everything he could to keep the boy's other, knife-wielding, hand as far away from his scalp as possible. He could hear the scuffling sounds of Sam doing the same on the other side of the room. The knife's blade was dangerously close to his forehead. He could practically feel the heat radiating from it. Feel the cold sharp metal piercing his flesh. And then...
Nothing.
The boys had both burned up, vanishing permanently, which meant "Sam" and "Dean" had come through at the cemetery. Breathing deeply with relief, Dean rose to his feet. Sam was doing the same. "You know maybe that guy was right" Dean observed with sudden thoughtfulness, stooping to grab the iron poker from the middle of the floor where it had lain useless. "Maybe we should put these things on a bungee."
~~~
The next morning, the cops had arrived to take Fritz's body away and ask a bunch of questions. Sam had already bailed the scene, heading for the Impala. Dean hung back to say his farewells to "Sam" and "Dean". "You know I gotta hand it to you guys" he praised sincerely. "You really saved our asses back there. So ah, you know, thanks." "Sam" and "Dean" beamed, looking rather proud of themselves. "Oh wow, guys, I don't even know your names" Dean realized with a jolt. He'd just been referring to them as fake Sam and fake Dean in his head this whole time, but seeing as how he'd be a scalpless corpse right about now if it weren't for them, he figured he owed it to them to know their true identities. "Sam" smiled brightly. "Oh. Well, I'm Barnes. This is Demian. What's yours?" Dean studied the pair of them for a minute, considering this. "Dean" he finally admitted. "The real Dean."
There was a brief stretch of silence before they burst out laughing appreciatively. "Ahh, yeah right. Me too" "Dean" exclaimed, punching Dean lightly on the shoulder. "Get the hell out of here "Dean"" "Sam" joked next. For the shortest of seconds, Dean looked disappointed that they hadn't believed him, but then he moved past it, shrugging with a light smile. "Well, anyway. Thanks. Really." He went to move past them to join Sam at the car but "Dean's" voice stopped him. "You're wrong you know." Dean turned back with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry?" "About Supernatural" "Dean" clarified. "No offense but I'm not sure you get what the story's about." Dean tilted his head to one side, smirking faintly at the ridiculousness of that remark. "Is that so?" "Dean's" expression fell, beginning to look bummed. "All right. In real life, he sells stereo equipment. I fix copiers." He gestured between him and "Sam" glumly. "OUR lives suck. But to be Sam and Dean, to wake up every morning and save the world. To have a brother who would die for you. Well who wouldn't want that?" Dean had to admit that when it was phrased like that, it didn't sound so bad. He wouldn't trade his relationship with Sam for anything in the world. And being able to keep people safe from all the monsters out there wasn't exactly something to sneeze at either. "Maybe you got a point" he allowed with half a smile, gesturing at the pair. "You know, you two don't make a bad team yourselves. How do you know each other anyway?" "Well, we met online" "Sam" explained. "Supernatural chat room." "It must be nice to get out of your parent's basement" Dean commented, trying not to sound too judge-y. "Make some friends." "We're more than friends" "Dean" corrected, interlacing his fingers with "Sam's" and resting his head on his shoulder. "We're partners." "Oh." Dean's smile was strained. "Wow. Ahem. Um. Howdy partners." He gave them an awkward wave, backing up. "Sam" and "Dean" waved in return, watching him go. Dean's shook his head, not even all that upset. More simply bemused.
Did no one understand the fact that they were BROTHERS??
Nothing.
The boys had both burned up, vanishing permanently, which meant "Sam" and "Dean" had come through at the cemetery. Breathing deeply with relief, Dean rose to his feet. Sam was doing the same. "You know maybe that guy was right" Dean observed with sudden thoughtfulness, stooping to grab the iron poker from the middle of the floor where it had lain useless. "Maybe we should put these things on a bungee."
~~~
The next morning, the cops had arrived to take Fritz's body away and ask a bunch of questions. Sam had already bailed the scene, heading for the Impala. Dean hung back to say his farewells to "Sam" and "Dean". "You know I gotta hand it to you guys" he praised sincerely. "You really saved our asses back there. So ah, you know, thanks." "Sam" and "Dean" beamed, looking rather proud of themselves. "Oh wow, guys, I don't even know your names" Dean realized with a jolt. He'd just been referring to them as fake Sam and fake Dean in his head this whole time, but seeing as how he'd be a scalpless corpse right about now if it weren't for them, he figured he owed it to them to know their true identities. "Sam" smiled brightly. "Oh. Well, I'm Barnes. This is Demian. What's yours?" Dean studied the pair of them for a minute, considering this. "Dean" he finally admitted. "The real Dean."
There was a brief stretch of silence before they burst out laughing appreciatively. "Ahh, yeah right. Me too" "Dean" exclaimed, punching Dean lightly on the shoulder. "Get the hell out of here "Dean"" "Sam" joked next. For the shortest of seconds, Dean looked disappointed that they hadn't believed him, but then he moved past it, shrugging with a light smile. "Well, anyway. Thanks. Really." He went to move past them to join Sam at the car but "Dean's" voice stopped him. "You're wrong you know." Dean turned back with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry?" "About Supernatural" "Dean" clarified. "No offense but I'm not sure you get what the story's about." Dean tilted his head to one side, smirking faintly at the ridiculousness of that remark. "Is that so?" "Dean's" expression fell, beginning to look bummed. "All right. In real life, he sells stereo equipment. I fix copiers." He gestured between him and "Sam" glumly. "OUR lives suck. But to be Sam and Dean, to wake up every morning and save the world. To have a brother who would die for you. Well who wouldn't want that?" Dean had to admit that when it was phrased like that, it didn't sound so bad. He wouldn't trade his relationship with Sam for anything in the world. And being able to keep people safe from all the monsters out there wasn't exactly something to sneeze at either. "Maybe you got a point" he allowed with half a smile, gesturing at the pair. "You know, you two don't make a bad team yourselves. How do you know each other anyway?" "Well, we met online" "Sam" explained. "Supernatural chat room." "It must be nice to get out of your parent's basement" Dean commented, trying not to sound too judge-y. "Make some friends." "We're more than friends" "Dean" corrected, interlacing his fingers with "Sam's" and resting his head on his shoulder. "We're partners." "Oh." Dean's smile was strained. "Wow. Ahem. Um. Howdy partners." He gave them an awkward wave, backing up. "Sam" and "Dean" waved in return, watching him go. Dean's shook his head, not even all that upset. More simply bemused.
Did no one understand the fact that they were BROTHERS??
