What Destiny Is

AN: This is last chapter. I am so tired right now and I won't have the energy to update this story anymore. I might wrote few oneshots but I won't begin a long story 'til at least July.

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Warning: Mild language

Disclaimer: No, not mine

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Chapter six

Sam was ten. Or ten and half an hour. Dean couldn't believe it. His little Sammy had now reached his second decade. Unbelieveble.

Next stop: first kill.

God, Dean hoped that wouldn't be any time soon. Ten or not, Sam was still the baby of the family and already the brains of it. He was out to become something big. Like a doctor or a... loyar. Or something like that. I bet he'd need a haircut even then Dean thought as he looked at his brother, who was trying to concentrate on a cartoon a nurse had brought him. Yeah, it would be tough to get back to school rythm, but for some reason the boys didn't care that much.

"Happy birthday, Sammy", Dean said quietly. Sam looked up at him and then looked at the clock.

"Oh... Thanks."

"Guess you're now two full hands old", Dean tried to joke. A ghost of a smile appeared on Sam's face as he read his cartoon.

"I thought I'd become just like you..." he said suddenly. "You know, brave, smart, cool..."

Being me really isn't that glamourous... "Sammy, I really think you're the smarter one of us two. I mean, you did my history homework last week!" Dean said.

Sam was confused. "But the answers were right there in the book. You just didn't want to read it! You always know what to say and do without any help from a book! And everyone thinks you're cool and you're not afraid of anything!"

"You're ten. You're not suppose to be cool yet", Dean said. "And why should I be afraid of anything when I've got you and Dad backing me up?"

Sam looked like he had got the best birthday present ever. Dean really didn't know what in what he had said made Sam so damn happy but for Sam those words meant that he could infact be like his brother one day. And damn if he didn't grow up to be taller than Dean.

"We should make something to Dad for his next birthday", Sam said.

"Dude, it's your birthday. Let's just concentrate on that right now, okay?" Dean replied.

"But we can't!" Sam said, nodding to John. "We could get something useful to Dad. He's always complaning about the old knives."

Dean didn't know what to think. This should be Sam's day. And there he was, thinking about getting knife to his Dad for his birthday. That was just... so damn wrong. So not the way it was suppose to be. Dean thought about the tickets that were placed under his pillow. He had planned to put them in Sam's schoolbag so he would find them there on his own. Just the thought of the smile they would have brought to Sam's face made Dean smile himself.

"Hey Caleb."

Dean shook his head when he heard Sam's voice. Caleb smiled a little and closed the door.

"Happy birthday, kid", he said.

"Thanks. You think Dad would like a new knife?" Sam asked.

"Huh?"

"You know, for his birthday present", Sam said.

"But Sam, it's your birthday..."

"I know that. But still..."

"No buts. Your brother put way too much thought in this day for you to just ignore it", Caleb said.

"Oh, yeah! The baseball tickets!"

Dean's eyes went wide and he blushed a little. "How do you...? You KNOW about the baseball tickets?" he asked. Oh great... Juuust great. This was so not suppose to happen. No no no no no...

"Yeah... I uh... I heard you talking last night..." Sam said and blushed himself. "It would have been fun to go..."

Dean looked away. Anywhere but Sam. The walls, Caleb, John, the ceiling, John, the machines, the window, John... John... John!!!

"Dad?"

Had he moved? Had it just been Dean's wild imagination, a way of his mind to play a cruel trick on him. Or had he actually moved?

"Dad!"

It was Caleb who reached for the call-button. Before they knew it a doctor in his fifties came in with the nurse that had brought Sam the cartoon.

Dad's waking up. Maybe Sam's birthday wouldn't be completely ruined. Maybe I can actually bring the letter that had been send to his father nack to his teacher. Oh, fuck, I forgot to do the dishes, Dad won't be too happy about that. Sammy hadn't done all his homework. I haven't done my homework. I didn't keep Sam safe...

I didn't keep Sammy safe...

"Dean, you okay?"

Huh? Of course I am, my Dad's waking up!

I didn't keep Sammy safe...

"Dean!"

But just then Dean's body decided it had had enough and shut down. Dean felt his head hit the floor and winced before everything turned black.

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Confusing... The bed was soft... But... last time Dean had checked he had slept in a chair... Was he home? Had it all been a dream? What the hell was going on...?

"Dean? Dean, wake up!" someone urged. Wake up?! It's Dad that was sleeping! "Come on, Dean! Dad's already awake, you can't sleep!" Dad's awake?!

With more effort than usually, Dean lifted his eyelids to see his littlebrother's face just few inches from his own. "Dad's awake?"

Sam smiled. "Yeah. You passed out just when he was waking up. The doctor says it's because of exhaustion and because you haven't eaten", he said.

"I had a cheeseburger..." Dean deffended himself.

"When?"

Dean opened his mouth but shut it when he realized he didn't remember. "Well, it wasn't that long time ago. Yesterday", he said. Sam just shook his head, not really amused. "So... Where's Dad?"

"He's in his room. He wanted to come and see you but the doctor said he has to stay still. And you were practically just sleeping so he said that once you wake up and get some food you can sign out", Sam answered.

"How long have I been out?" Dean asked, pushing himself into sitting position.

"About..." Sam looked at the clock. "Almost 24 hours", he said.

Crap! "Oh God... Sam, I'm so sorry", Dean said, falling back on his pillows.

"Why?" Sam asked, totally confused.

"I wanted this day to be special. You know. And I slept through it", Dean said.

"But it wasn't your fault! Anyone would have fainted..."

"I did not faint. Girls faint when they see a superstar or something", Dean said.

"Whatever. I'm not mad at you. At least my birthday was interesting. And there's still 15 minutes left of it", Sam said.

"You wanna do something special? Go run around the hospital and go hit on hot nurses?" Dean joked half-heartedly. He felt bad, despite of what Sam had said. He was right, anyone could have passed out because of exhaustion but still...

"Girls are stupid", Sam said, pulling Dean out of his thoughts.

"So go hit on guy nurses."

"Dean!"

"What? You said girls are stupid so what's there left? 'Cept for Caleb... Still haven't figured out which one he is..."

"Dean!!!"

"Just joking, Sammy."

There was a silence. Sam's mouth opened up few times but no words came out. Finally he took a deep breath and asked: "Why'd you buy me the tickets?"

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Why not? It was your birthday gift for Christ's sake, you're not suppose to ask that!" he said.

"But... I have never..."

"Littlebrother's aren't suppose to."

"Yes they are!"

"Well, not when they are nine."

"I'm ten."

"You were nine when I last had birthday. Now would you stop? It's not big deal, you turned ten, I wanted you to have something extra special. I know soccer tickets would have been even more great but..."

"No... I like baseball. It's more fun to watch. You know... I love it when the hit the homerun..."

As Sam yawned Dean noticed just how tired he looked. "Have you slept at all today?" he asked.

"A couple of hours", Sam said. "Been talking with Dad and been here with you." Dean shook his head and made space on the bed.

"What, you wanna faint like a girl and go to another room?" he asked when Sam looked surprised. "Now come on, there's lots of space here."

Sam didn't have to be asked twice. He kicked off his shoes and climbed to the bed next to Dean. He snuggled closer to Dean and closed his eyes. "I'm gonna get you something special", he said before he fell asleep. "You know, for your birthday. And Dad that knife... Yes..."

Dean smiled a little. Aren't you a big boy he thought as he watched Sam's chest go up and down. That was a motion Dean hoped, no, prayed that he would never have to witness stopping. If it was Dean's destiny to make sure that that motion didn't end 'til Sam was old and lying on his bed surrounded by grand children then so be it. He wouldn't complain. No matter how hard the job would get by the years. Sam wouldn't have to know about Dean's plans to protect him. He shouldn't have to feel guilty about that, as he no doubt would. The kid was still just nine years old...

No, wait...

Ten.

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...the end...

AN: Tell me what ya think, please! All of you. :D I'm sorry, I'm so tired, I'm gonna go to sleep now...

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