myguys_sam_dean (myguys_sam_dean) wrote in fanfic100, @ 2007-10-04 23:19:00 |
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On the Same Side - fanfic100 prompt #026 - teammate
Title: On the Same Side
Author: myguys_sam_dean
Rating: R
Characters: Sam, Dean
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em.
Feedback: Absolutely!
Summmary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #026 - teammates. Dean tells Sam what their Dad told him, but it goes differently than it did in the beginning of 'Hunted'.
#026 -Teammates
Dean felt bad about the words as soon as he'd said them. He'd told Sam what Dad had said about watching out for him. The look of shock and betrayal on Sam's face made Dean physically hurt. He hated to see Sam's expression, knowing he'd caused those emotions.
Sam's first instinct was to bolt, go somewhere and figure out the thoughts racing through his mind. What Dean had said tore away the foundation of who Sam thought he was.
Dean could feel Sam start to slip away. "Don't run from me, Sammy. We're on the same team. We can't defeat the demon unless we're on the same side." Dean paused. "I can't kill the demon without you," his voice was barely a whisper.
Dean's change in tone caught Sam's attention and jerked him back outside of his own pain. He saw the tears waiting in Dean's eyes. He felt Dean's confidence waver. He knew that what scared Dean most was the possibility that Sam would leave him.
"I'm still here, Dean," Sam tried to keep his voice steady. "I'm mad. I don't know why you would keep a revelation like that from me. I'm angry that Dad kept it from us for who knows how long." Sam paused for a breath, "But, I'm still here."
"I know you're mad and I understand why," Dean sounded more like himself. "Everything was just so messed up after Dad died. I didn't know when I should tell you. I had a hard time dealing with what Dad said myself. I didn't know how it would be if we were both reeling from the news at the same time. I tried to do what I thought was best."
Sam nodded. "Anything else I need to know? Now is the time to bring it up."
"No, Sam," Dean replied, "there's nothing."
Sam threw Dean a tense smile and headed back to the Impala. Dean was surprised at how well Sam was taking it. He dug the keys out of his jacket and quickly crossed the distance to the car.
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"Maybe we can rest for a few days and sort this all out," Dean offered. Sam didn't reply. "I think we should try to make sense of what Dad said and if there is anything we've seen that would be a sign that Dad was right or wrong."
"I was immune to the sulfur virus," Sam's voice sounded like he had just discovered that he was pure evil.
"That's the point," Dean conceded. "But it doesn't change who you are, Sam."
"Doesn't it, Dean?" Sam's eyes were misty. "After what Dad said, do you need more proof?"
"Yes I do," Dean replied. "I am going to save you, Sammy. you are not evil and I'm here to make sure it stays that way."
"You have to always tell me," Sam choked on the words. "If you find out new information, no matter how awful, you have to tell me. I don't want to be in the dark."
"Deal," Dean promised. "We'll do this together." Dean looked sideways at Sam, "We're gonna be okay."
Sam nodded his head a little. "I know."
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"I've got it," Dean smiled as he opened the door.
"Got what?" Sam clicked off the television, wondering what could have made Dean so (he hated to say it) chipper.
Dean pulled a journal from the plastic bag. "A journal."
"I see that."
Dean's face fell but he ignored that comment, "We need to keep track of where we've been and what we learned. That's how we can figure out the demon."
Sam's eyebrows squished together.
"We need to go back as far as we can and write down as many details as we can remember about our hunts. Even if it seems insignificant, it might mean something later."
"So we need to do research is what you are saying," Sam tried to clarify.
"Yep," Dean flopped down on a bed. "Research on us."
"Okay. I'm game," Sam sat up straighter. "Where do we start?"
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Dean started writing down his memories of the fire and worked forward from there. He included anything he could remember that dealt with the five senses.
Sam decided to do his part on the laptop. He started with his earliest memory of a hunt.
They were able to compare notes about the hunts after Sam's memories caught up with Dean's. One reminded the other about a small detail or contradicted a recollection. they got it sorted out as best they could.
Sam needed a journal just for his visions. He tried to recall as many details about those painful things as he could. He also included what they learned from the vision, where they went, and the outcome.
Dean concentrated on information they'd collected during each hunt, the highlights of the research, and if there was contradicting lore. He added whatever they could decipher from Dad's journal.
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"Are you okay, Sammy?" Dean interrupted Sam's train of thought a couple of days after Dean broke the news.
Sam shrugged, "I'm doing better."
"Are we okay?"
"Yeah." Sam smiled, "Jerk."
"Bitch."