Please Don't Strip My Mind

Summery: Post Asylum What happened on the drive away from the Asylum?

Written while listening to Red Hot Chili Pepper's 'Strip My Mind'

Not that long. Sorry people.

I started this baby last month and just finished it this morning! Haha, read and enjoy!

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Dean readjusted himself in the driver's seat for the umpteenth time. If Sam didn't feel so guilty he would have told Dean to stop a long time ago.

It was obvious Dean's ribs were hurting him. And Sam did that to him. He hurt his brother. He hurt his body and he hurt his mind. He told him so many things. So many stupid thoughts that had grazed his mind once or twice in his life. He never agreed with them.

At least…that's what he kept telling himself.

Did he really not agree with them? He kept asking himself this. Afraid of what the truth really was. I mean, Dr. Ellicott was meant to let you release your true feelings, wasn't he? So that meant…oh god.

'I think I just destroyed my big brother.'

Sam spared a glace over at Dean. He was clutching the steering wheel tightly, he readjusted again, and he stared harshly at the road, as if if he looked away it would disappear.

Sam looked back out his window again and suppressed a sigh. How could he have done that? Why didn't he just fight it? God, the thought of someone messing with his head really pissed him off. And he could tell, Dean was pissed that someone had messed with his little brother's head too.

Sam could tell…Dean was blaming himself for this. This time Sam let out that sigh. How could Dean blame himself when his little brother nearly just killed him?

"Hey, Sam?" Dean's voice came

"Yes?" Sam asked quickly

"Would you really have pulled that trigger?"

Sam paused, looking at his big brother in shock. Dean turned to look at him with a 'Well?' look on his face and a 'Please say no.' look in his eye.

"Never, would I ever, or will I ever, pull a trigger on you again, Dean. I wasn't in control and I-"

"Sam." Dean cut him off.

"Yea?"

"You wanna drive?"

Sam let out a small smile "Sure Dean." And he could tell, by just those three words, that things might be ok now.

Well, as ok as things could be in the life of Winchesters.

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Ok! So what do you think? I know it's not that good, but I felt like writing a supernatural story! And the deathfic I'm currently writing isn't very good…but it'll be up soon!

In the meantime! Review please!