InsaneJournal

Who: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
What: Discovering his powers
When: Today
Where: Starting in his room, but moving on from there.
Warnings: Language
Status: Open if someone wants to encounter him



Time barely had any meaning to him, anymore. He didn't care about day or night, and the thick draperies over his window blocked out the sun so he never really knew the difference anyway. He slept when he felt like it, and paced the room when he couldn't sleep. He hadn't been outside for days, weeks, he didn't even know how long. He didn't care.

He'd done the one thing he'd never meant to do. He'd hurt Sam. He'd tried to destroy Sam. His entire life had been about protecting Sam, until Sam was gone. He'd failed Sammy, wholly and completely, to epic proportions. He'd let Lucifer claim him, and he'd been helpless to stop it from happening. In Colligo, he had a second chance, a chance to right all the wrongs, and save Sammy once and for all.

Instead, he'd nearly killed him, would have killed him if Cas hadn't found them. Cas had been the one to save him, while Dean had been the one set on destroying him. Dean sat in the chair in his room, his tiny corner of the world. He hadn't even asked Cas how Sam was. He knew Cas had healed him, and physically Sam was all right. Mentally, that was a whole other issue, and Dean couldn't go there with Sam until he dealt with his own mental break down.

At least he knew he'd screwed up, except that knowing what he'd done proved that he wasn't insane. He couldn't blame the attack on Sam on some kind of insanity. He'd been of sound mind when he'd done it. The break down had happened after.

He needed to know if Sam was all right. He didn't deserve to know anything about Sam, but he needed to know. He closed his eyes, and felt the world shift. it was subtle, and it was huge. He had no idea what was happening, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself in his brother's bedroom. He stumbled, and caught a hand on Sam's dresser. He must have made enough noise to wake the dead, but Sam didn't seem to be bothered.

Dean blinked rapidly, to clear his focus. Sam was face down in the bed, shirtless and sleeping under a sheet. His face was turned away from Dean, and Dean might have thought it was an illusion, but Sam moved, shifted, turned over.

Dean stood very still, frozen there staring at Sam. Sam faced him now, his eyes closed. He looked so innocent, so peaceful that Dean very nearly reached out to touch him. Instead, he closed his eyes and will himself away, anywhere but there. He felt himself hurled through time and space, though it only took a matter of seconds. He landed on unsteady feet in the middle of the local park.

"Holy fuck." He turned in a circle, taking in the sights.