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50prompts: Need You Tonight
It was on the third day that Sam found her knife. Dean had gotten them to safety, hiding them from humans and angels alike until they could get their bearings. Bobby knew where they were... vaguely. They didn't need him to get involved in this at the moment.
Dean had left to get them some things. Sam... hadn't been very mobile in the time since he had been dragged from the nunnery. Dean had barely gotten him to the car, then into the bed. He had slept for almost a day, so worn out and emotionally drained that he had just hidden under the rough motel blanket and tried to ignore the world.
But all they had right now was his... Ruby's car. The few things that he had in it, which wasn't much in the way of clothing or toiletries. Just a few weapons, his laptop... not much else.
He had hoped to find himself at least a clean pair of underwear in his bag as he dug around, but instead his fingers came across the handle of her knife. Holding it for a moment, he sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
Because it had to be you, Sammy. It always had to be you. You saved us. You set him free.
Feeling her body slide against his after it was over, knowing what she had done to him. How she had used him - right from the start! - to get him to this point. Lying and manipulating each and every way possible to break him apart from his family...
He had thought she understood him. That she cared for him. That maybe... maybe he was starting to fall...
The pain from her betrayal hit him hard again and his fingers gripped the knife as he turned, throwing it at the front door. It embedded an inch in just as Dean opened the door. He stepped in quickly, hearing the thud and seeing the knife. Then Dean looked over at where he his brother was sitting on the floor by the bed, face hidden in the mattress. He tossed the bags on the ground, shut the door and knelt by Sam in one smooth motion.
"Sammy, what's wrong?"
"I trusted her, Dean... I just... I needed her..." He shifted and as Dean pulled him into his arms, Sam clung to his brother for dear life. "How could she... why..."
Dean just smoothed his brother's hair. There was so much he could say - things he had been saying for two years. But Sam didn't really want to hear those words from him. Sam already knew it all, because it was ringing in his head over and over again.
"I'm sorry, Sammy," Dean said instead, just holding his brother while he cried. "I wish I knew how to fix this for you."
Sam just held his brother closer. "Just don't leave me," he said softly. "I... I don't want to be alone right now."
"I'm here, Sammy, and I ain't going anywhere." Dean stood up, pulling his brother with him. "Come on, I've got you some new clothes and some food."
"Thanks."
His movements were methodical. Sam just went through the motions; eating, showering, and then changing into the sleep pants that Dean had gotten him. His brother was laying in bed, watching the television as he came out of the shower.
He looked at the bed that was for him. He knew if he went to sleep, the things from the past few weeks were waiting for him in his dreams. Finally he looked over at Dean, licking his lips out of nervous habit.
Dean realized he was being stared at and looked up at Sam. Without hearing the request or verbally answering it, he just shifted a bit to the side so Sam could share the bed with him. Sam slid in carefully beside him without a word, bunching up a pillow and putting it between his brother and his head as he rested it against Dean's chest.
Instinct has Dean bring his arm down, pulling Sam closed and rubbing his back gently. "Go to sleep, Sammy. It'll be better in the morning."
Nodding, Sam closed his eyes and hoped that Dean was right. He doubted that it would be, but right now, he needed to believe if he was going to make it through this pain inside.
Dean had left to get them some things. Sam... hadn't been very mobile in the time since he had been dragged from the nunnery. Dean had barely gotten him to the car, then into the bed. He had slept for almost a day, so worn out and emotionally drained that he had just hidden under the rough motel blanket and tried to ignore the world.
But all they had right now was his... Ruby's car. The few things that he had in it, which wasn't much in the way of clothing or toiletries. Just a few weapons, his laptop... not much else.
He had hoped to find himself at least a clean pair of underwear in his bag as he dug around, but instead his fingers came across the handle of her knife. Holding it for a moment, he sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
Because it had to be you, Sammy. It always had to be you. You saved us. You set him free.
Feeling her body slide against his after it was over, knowing what she had done to him. How she had used him - right from the start! - to get him to this point. Lying and manipulating each and every way possible to break him apart from his family...
He had thought she understood him. That she cared for him. That maybe... maybe he was starting to fall...
The pain from her betrayal hit him hard again and his fingers gripped the knife as he turned, throwing it at the front door. It embedded an inch in just as Dean opened the door. He stepped in quickly, hearing the thud and seeing the knife. Then Dean looked over at where he his brother was sitting on the floor by the bed, face hidden in the mattress. He tossed the bags on the ground, shut the door and knelt by Sam in one smooth motion.
"Sammy, what's wrong?"
"I trusted her, Dean... I just... I needed her..." He shifted and as Dean pulled him into his arms, Sam clung to his brother for dear life. "How could she... why..."
Dean just smoothed his brother's hair. There was so much he could say - things he had been saying for two years. But Sam didn't really want to hear those words from him. Sam already knew it all, because it was ringing in his head over and over again.
"I'm sorry, Sammy," Dean said instead, just holding his brother while he cried. "I wish I knew how to fix this for you."
Sam just held his brother closer. "Just don't leave me," he said softly. "I... I don't want to be alone right now."
"I'm here, Sammy, and I ain't going anywhere." Dean stood up, pulling his brother with him. "Come on, I've got you some new clothes and some food."
"Thanks."
His movements were methodical. Sam just went through the motions; eating, showering, and then changing into the sleep pants that Dean had gotten him. His brother was laying in bed, watching the television as he came out of the shower.
He looked at the bed that was for him. He knew if he went to sleep, the things from the past few weeks were waiting for him in his dreams. Finally he looked over at Dean, licking his lips out of nervous habit.
Dean realized he was being stared at and looked up at Sam. Without hearing the request or verbally answering it, he just shifted a bit to the side so Sam could share the bed with him. Sam slid in carefully beside him without a word, bunching up a pillow and putting it between his brother and his head as he rested it against Dean's chest.
Instinct has Dean bring his arm down, pulling Sam closed and rubbing his back gently. "Go to sleep, Sammy. It'll be better in the morning."
Nodding, Sam closed his eyes and hoped that Dean was right. He doubted that it would be, but right now, he needed to believe if he was going to make it through this pain inside.
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