In his
drugged induced haze, Dean stared at the tears and sorrow on his brother’s
face.
“Done?” he
whispered in a hoarse voice.
“Dean, I
probably have a long way to go, but this
is a start for me. I kept deserting you
over and over all of my life. I’m
sorry. I think it never really
registered in my head how important family was to you.”
“Sammy?” Dean coughed and grabbed his abdomen in
pain. His brother grabbed the glass of
water and gave him a drink. The injured
man nodded showing he was finished. “Damn
it, Sammy, what the hell are you talking about?”
“When you
killed Dick Roman with Cas’ help both of you disappeared. Crowley took Kevin and Meg and told me I had
better start killing the Leviathans that were left. I was completely alone, Dean. I lost it.
Maybe it was shock. All I knew
was you were gone. My mind told me you
were dead, Man. I couldn’t think. I was in this cloud of fear, panic, and
loss. I got in the car and I drove for
days, weeks…I don’t know how long. When
I met Amelia, she was running too. It
just happened with her. We needed each
other. “
The green
eyes stared up the younger man. Dean did
not answer. Sam wasn’t sure if he’d done
more damage or helped by confessing to his brother. They stared at each other until Sam saw one
long tear run down his brother’s cheek.
The taller man broke into tears.
“I’m
sorry, Dean. I thought everything I knew
was gone forever and I couldn’t do it alone.
I’m sorry.”
“It’s
gonna be okay, Sammy. I’m glad you told
me what happened. I love you, Man. Talk to me.
Okay?”
Sam laid
his head on Dean’s lap and murmured, “Okay.”
Dean put a hand on his brother’s
head and ran his fingers through the long hair.
Cas
returned to replace Sam, but when he saw both brothers asleep on the bed, he
smiled. Sam had Dean in his arms and
held him gently, his own head leaning against the injured man’s.
The angel
nodded and disappeared. It was one
victory in healing the boys’ relationship.
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