[Supernatural] Wincest [mxm 18+]
((Dean Winchester needed.))
Sam sat in the passenger seat of the Impala. He was tired, which was weird seeing as how he had just woken up. However, he hadn't exactly been able to
sleep very well what with Jeremy walking around in his mind, trying to keep him and Dean separated. He remembered the words Dean had said before they
pulled out of the motel parking lot. Of course he didn't want to die! Who would?! And Sam surely didn't want him to die. He was all he had in this
world.
But the odds weren't looking too good. He had tried everything he knew to get Dean out of his deal. He even went back to the crossroads and killed the
demon, but still, Dean wasn't off the hook. However, even if the odds were against him, he wasn't going to let Dean go without a fight. It was his
fault Dean was in this mess anyway. If he had just killed Jake when he had the chance, he wouldn't have gotten the short end of the stick in South
Dakota. But, whatever. No use crying over spilled milk. What was done was done and couldn't be undone, but if there was a way to get Dean out of his
deal, Sam was going to find it. And he wasn't going to stop trying until he did.
So, here he was, his nose in his laptop, searching various sites that might have any information on how to get out of a deal with a crossroads demon.
However, he was having no luck. Plus, the music was up so loud, it was hard for him to think. He needed to have almost total silence in order to keep
his mind on track, and Metallica blasting in your ear is far from silence. But did Dean care? Probably not.
Sighing, he shut down the computer, turning at the waist and snatching up his case from the back seat. Carefully, he placed his laptop in it's home,
safe where nothing bad could get to it. Sam's laptop to him was like the equivalent of Dean's car to Dean. Without his laptop, Sam would be lost.
Therefore, he made sure to take good care of it. And, if he could help it, he tried to keep Dean away from it. He didn't need viruses clogging up his
system because of porn.
"I'm going to take a nap," Sam informed Dean as he lay against the window slightly, his eyes sliding closed. Now that they were free of Jeremy, they
could sleep all they wanted to. But, did they want to? Sam really didn't, but it was necessary. However, even as he closed his eyes, he prayed that he
would not be plagued with the same nightmares that he had been having the past few nights.
Every night it seemed as though it was the same. Dean was beside him one moment, and the next he was gone. Sam would look all over for Dean, but he
never seemed to be able to find him. Well, that was until the hand shot up from out of the ground, gripping his ankle and trying to pull him down with
it. And when Sam managed to get away, the owner of the hand was fully revealed. The hand belonged to his brother who was suffering in Hell because of
him.
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posted on 18-1-2010 at 13:54
