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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-17 15:50:00

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!dropped, day 15, dean winchester, location: gym, sam winchester

Day Fifteen, Evening
Who: Sam and Dean Winchester
What: Finding out what's wrong
Where: The Gym
When: Evening (Around 8:00 pm)
Rating: Let's just go R, they are Winchesters
Status: Active

He had already known something was wrong before Lexie had posted the note in the journals to him. He had just wanted to write it off as Dean forgetting or losing his journal somewhere, or being too busy to look at it. Still, he and Gambit had gone through all that trouble of getting food and Dean hadn't been by or written him once about it. The fact that Andy had written him earlier that morning with instructions to run had only made him more tense as the day wore on.

He made the now familiar trek from the museum to the gym in no time, not even really bothering to wait and see what Lexie would write in response to his questions. Her answers really wouldn't change things enough to warrant him not coming. She'd said something was wrong with Dean and she'd asked if he could fix it. That was all he needed to know. He slipped inside the doors and looked around for his brother, not spotting him on the line of cots. "Dean?" He called out, being reminded of the last time he'd come to the Gym looking for his brother and finding him beaten to hell with his hands broken, or the time before that when he'd had to tell him about their Dad. He started moving towards the offices at the back. "Dean!"

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hellsboy
2009-07-19 05:56 am UTC (link)

From the corner of his eye, Dean watched Sam's brows furrow but there was nothing he could do about that. His brother was concerned and rightfully so, he guessed. Dean wasn't himself and that was obvious. Good on Sam for noticing. He was glad his brother was there though. That was certain. Even if he couldn't turn and simply state the truth to him.

Instead, Dean chuckled as another memory surfaced for him. He turned laughter bright eyes toward Sam and asked, "Do you remember that time we set fire to the backseat of the Impala by accident playing Indians and Cowboys? Dad was so furious he could've tanned our hides but he never did. Because you promised him it would never happen again. Never did, did it, Sammy?"

He looked over at Sam and elbowed him lightly, still ignoring the questions because there was just no way to break out of the happy memories without breaking down completely on his brother. Part of him hoped Sam would push some more and force him to open up because Dean didn't want to be given up on. But part of him hoped he could maintain that distance he'd had with Sam where he never had to really come clean about anything. That would be easier, wouldn't it?

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demonboyking
2009-07-20 03:59 pm UTC (link)

Sam blinked at Dean when he asked him if he remembered setting fire to the backseat of the Impala. He wasn't sure how Dean could look back fondly on that memory. All he could remember was being terrified that his father was going to kill them. Dean had managed to get the fire out, burning his hand in the process and Sam couldn't help but think it was that more than any promises from his five year old self, that had saved them. Sometimes he wondered if he and Dean had shared the same childhood at all.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Why won't you just talk to me?" Sam asked. "Why do you always feel like you have to protect me? I can handle it Dean. Whatever they did...I can handle it. Just tell me what happened."

He swallowed, searching his brother's face. "Please."

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