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What are you doing, Dean?! Sam yelled out as he stepped out of the car right after Dean stepped out, slamming his door shut to lean his back against the door with his arms folded across his chest.
Sam rolled his eyes as he fought hard not to stomp over to his older brother like a five-year-old. Sam rolled his eyes as Dean just stared at him. Just as Sam was about to turn around. Dean spoke…
It’s not what I’m doing, Sam. It’s what the hell you are doing! Dean shouted as he pushed himself off from leaning against his car.
Me? Sam turned stunned with not one but both of his eyebrows raised.
Yes you! Dean shouted once more, marching over towards his younger brother, poking him in his chest. You’re acting like a total dick & I’m sick of it! No! Dean was quick to shake his head when he saw Sam open his mouth to say something. Dean shook his head once more before turning around to face the car as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Before letting out a long sigh & turning back around to face his brother once more, throwing his hands up as he spoke.
You know, I gave you a choice, Sammy. I would’ve respected your decision if you had chosen Amelia. You know. But you chose me of your own free will, here. Dean finished, saying with a shrug of his shoulders. Before finding himself leaning back against the car door again. We’re not heading back to Rufus’s cabin or picking up any more cases until you tell me what gives. Because I thought we had forgiven one another.
That’s rich, coming from you, Dean, Sam simply replied, nothing bothering wasting his energy in yelling now. I think we both know if it was easy to forgive, you wouldn’t have tried to kill me, Dean. But believe it or not, I did forgive you. Because it's what I always… DO! Sam shouted the last word before lowering his voice once again. So, excuse me if I’m still on edge because I not only have demons & who knows what else to worry about trying to get me, but my own fucking brother too!
Come on, Sammy, you know I would never try to kill you. I was under-
NO! Dean! Sam shouted, not this time – yes, you are right, I did choose you over Amelia, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Then Go Back To The Girl, Then! Dean shouted. I need a partner who I know can watch my back! Dean continues to shout.
You know what I need, Dean?! Sam questioned, Do you even care?! I need a brother who is going to trust me!
Can you blame me, Sammy, for why I can’t?! Dean snapped.
Actually, this time I can Dean! Sam shouted as he turned his back to his brother before turning back around a second later. You want me to be understanding towards you & your BS, but when the hell were you ever understanding to me?! You gave me hell for my relationship with Ruby! No, Dean, Sam was quick to cut Dean off before he could open his mouth. At the time you came back from hell, we didn’t know Ruby was using me. Just like Benny was there for you when I wasn’t, Ruby was there for me, Dean, when you weren’t!
Dean scoffed as he shook his head. Seriously, Sam Benny is nothing like Ruby & you know that!
Before I didn’t Dean & neither did you & you know that too! But fine, forget about Ruby. You say Benny is your friend, Dean. Well, what about my friend Amy then? You say Benny saved your life. Yeah, well, Amy saved mine too, & I think we both can agree that Amy is nothing like Ruby, & what did you do, you killed her because she’s a what? Do you remember what you told me? Sam asked as he slowly walked towards Dean until he was somewhat towering over his older brother as he threw his hands up in the air this time instead of his older brother. Or are you the only one who gets to save my life? So please tell me again when the hell were you so understanding towards me?
Dean rubbed his chin before speaking. Amy killed someone, Sammy.
Last time I checked, Dean so did Benny, Sam countered, or are we just going to forget about Martin being dead? So, I guess it’s time for you to choose Dean. You either accept me for me & trust that I will have your back if & when the time comes, or you get back in the Impala & leave here. You left me before in the middle of the road; it shouldn’t be that hard to do so again.
Why are you dragging up ancient history for? Dean's question.
I’m not Dean, you were the one who decided to stop the car, all because I wouldn’t answer a question about if I wanted to stop to get a bite to eat, & accusing me of being a dick despite being nothing but professional during the case & all I’m doing is showing you that our so-called partnership was never on equally grounds. Do you remember Emma Dean? You get mad & judge me for having sex with Ruby, but you did worse, didn’t you, in a way? I never got a monster pregnant, but you sure did. Yeah, I screwed up a whole lot. Dean & I owned up to it, but you? When have you ever actually owned up to anything? Even now, you can’t even own up to trying to kill me, not even two months ago, yeah, you say you were hexed, cursed, whatever the hell Dean, but the question is, why did it affect you?
Son of bitch! Dean said as he turned around, kicking the Impala’s door, before placing his hands on his hips, shaking his head, not even realizing he had tears rolling down his cheeks until he tasted salt on his lips. Dean sighed again & turned around to face in younger brother, letting out a shaky sigh as he once again found himself leaning against his car watching his younger brother staring at him as he spoke once last time for a long while.
Miserable apart or miserable together, baby brother? That seems to be our only choice, doesn’t it?