It Wasn't Your Fault, Sammy…

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Chapter 15

Dean's POV

Dean silently cruised down the wide opened highway, Sam at his side and Pink Floyd's, Dark Side Of The Moon on low. Sam hadn't changed back yet, so they both had come to the assumption that he wasn't going to be for some time, if at all. Dean had managed to snag a pair of colored contacts for him to use until then.

They we're almost exactly the same color as his eyes had once been, but both brothers knew that behind the colored film lay the eyes of a demon. And it scared him. It scared the holy living hell out of him. But Sam gave no signs of possession or demonic traits, besides the physical ones.

And Dean was just so goddamn elated to have his baby brother back that, though it scared him, he honestly couldn't find it in himself to care.

Sam had been quiet since their reunion. And Dean had expected as much. The kid had been through... something no living being should ever have to endure. And it nearly brought him to tears every time he thought about the fact that his baby brother had spent almost twenty-five years in that awful place.

Twenty-five years of God knows what having and being forced to do so many horrific things. Dean felt his heart ice over at the mere thought that Sammy, his little brother, had to go though anything that he had been forced to endure though during his time down under.

Turning his head over towards his younger brother, he took in the sight. Sam's head was leaning against the window, eyes half closed as he stared out the window with such an intensity that Dean was surprised that there weren't two little holes burned though the glass where his eyes rested.

Dean shook his head. Something needed to be said, he could just feel it. Looking over at his daydreaming brother he took a deep breath.

"Hey, Sammy?" Dean asked softly. His voice breaking the silence seemed to pull him out of his state, and Sam turned his eyes onto the older sibling.

"Hmm?" He inquired. Looking at him with a tender, sad gaze, Dean asked softly, "You know I love you, right Sammy? You know that... no matter what, I'll always be there for you... right?" Sam gave him the most breathtakingly calming smile and nodded in full confidence, "Yea Dean, I do. I'm so sorry... about what I did. I was just... confused and scared and hurt."

Dean felt a sharp pang of guilt bolt though his heart, and Sam quickly went on, "Not because of you, Dean! Just... because of what I did. Despite it all, you were right man. What happened, me starting the Apocalypse. It was all my fault."

Dean opened his mouth to protest but Sam cut him off with the wave of a hand, "No dude, you were right. It was my fault and now it's my job to clean it up. I'm just so fricken sorry that you got dragged into my mess to." He finished solemnly.

A flash of anger rocked though him and Dean shook his head fiercely.

"No Sam. This was as much my fault as it was yours. I pushed you away by holding on to tight. I just always thought it was my job to keep you on the straight and narrow that I never actually took into account that you could do it for yourself... I pushed you into the arms of that skank Ruby, Sam. So this thing we have going on now? It's both our mess and its both our responsibility to clean it up."

Sam looked at him with wide, shocked eyes and Dean gave him a small, crooked smile, "So sorry Sammy, but your stuck with me." Sam seemed gobsmacked for a long moment, before a small, pleased smile spread across his face.

"You ready to fight this thing man? Things are looking pretty heavy from here on out." Sam told him carefully.

Giving him a cocky, Dean Winchester smile, he said "And since when has that ever stopped us before?" Sam grinned at that and nodded in agreement.

And with that, they both looked back towards the open road and smiled, both completely contempt with the silence now.

Because you see, nothing could keep Sam and Dean Winchester apart. Not angels or demons. Not wendigos or shapeshifters.

Not even Hell itself. And trust me when I say, both brothers can throughly vouch for that.

the end...

Holy hell, I totally lied in the last chapter, xD Almost 5 months since my last update, WOW! I always used to shun people who did that and now I get it. Time really does fly. Anyways, thanks for the reviews and reading this! Your support is always appreciated... :)