Title: "Another kind of angel." Author or
Author: Winchester_Mcdowell
Category: Supernatural.
Rating: All groups
Summary: Dean have not seen (or has lived) everything.
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wore two hours and fifteen on the road, the three now complete, when the signal died.
"Nothing yet?"
"No, Dean." In the passenger seat, Bobby keeps the phone up without taking off the view of the small screen. "We lost."
"Damn." Dean
press the brakes on your baby so violently that Bobby should stretch your arms to protect the clean forward. The hunter vent hitting the steering wheel as if it were to blame for everything that happens in life prior to snatch the phone to his partner and get off to pursue the signal with the device in a high side of the road. Grit your teeth with rage when they get nothing. The signal is as dead as when she disappeared. Bobby heard him utter oaths entire repertoire learned from John Winchester and more.
"We were close," Bobby tries to reason amid the explosion of frustration of the hunter. "We should Castiel call. He might ... "
" Hell, Bobby! What we leave behind for her recovery! It helps us to be weak! "It passes a hand over his face trying to clarify the ideas.
"Okay, boy," try the old hunter, trying to keep himself calm. "You have to calm down"
Dean snorts, tired.
"Sorry, Bobby. It's just ... "And she turns her back trying to put back on the sly.
"I know." And Bobby becomes also respecting the time of breakdown which the hunter thanks. "We'll think of something."
But Dean is running out of ideas. The anguish he presses his chest preventing think wisely. His brother has done this. His own brother. Shortness of breath. Feel you breathe underwater.
Dean calls him Bobby, but he is not ready yet. Take a deep breath and holds it in his lungs a moment before letting go. When you exhale you feel better. The phone is clutched in his hand, the display shows a schematic plan of the area.
"Damn," mutters and starts to dial. "Okay, Bobby," he says loudly. "I am calling Cas"
Dean, Bobby insists and the hunter is willing to answer turns to annoyance when he realizes that his friend did not even look because you put your attention across the road. Does not finish dialing the number. It is Sam who is there, the dirty clothes, his face battered, shrunken body and Iosephus half resting in his arms.
None moves eternal seconds, measuring the distance until the big guy takes the lead and cross the road, halting, favoring his left side.
says nothing but his attitude explains everything. Is there to face whatever.
Bobby turns to see Dean and is not able to read the expression of the hunter is in your mind. Dean advanced to his brother at a steady pace and controlled to a stop a foot from the man. Sam swallowed hard before attempting to speak.
"Dean ..."
"Release the cat!"
"Q-what?"
"Release the cat !
Bewildered, Sam deposited with animal care on the ground and when incorporated, getting the full rock hard punch in the face. And when you try to stand up again get one that throws the floor and makes him taste his own blood. From there, fists clenched peeks of his brother at the height of his head.
"You, miserable," Dean hisses like an animal about to attack violent death.
foot Sam looks at him. The hunter moves impatiently, shifting his body weight from one to another, clearly struggling to keep at bay his desire to grind the ribs with them.
"Where is he?" Roared over his head. "What did you do with it? "
The metallic taste of blood forces Sam to spit on the floor before answering.
"Nothing," he says in a resigned tone, ready to receive the next blow which, however, fails. "No you did nothing. It was Meg. "
"What?"
"Meg took her."
"Do not lie!"
"Meg is the led. It's the truth. "
"Why?"
"I do not know."
"lie!"
"I do not know, I swear."
"Why you got off you?"
That response is stuck in his throat causing further nausea.
"Sam?"
"I needed it."
"Why?"
"She has what I need."
"What?"
Sam shrinks even more about himself, if that's possible, full of shame.
"Sam!"
"I ... I'm sick, "says repeating the holy words of the girl in the cave. "She is the cure."
comic Dean angrily.
"Of course you're sick, you're insane!, But she is not no cure, she's not one thing, my girl! Are you clear? "
Sam nods without looking away from the ground where he remains on his knees, clutching a branch with one hand not to fall while the other holds the ribs. Listen to the breathing agitated by his brother at his side.
"What did you do?"
The question brings to mind the image of the purple lines on the pale skin of the girl while life seemed ; to escape it. Sam shudders at the memory.
"Answer me!" Dean roars.
Sam opens his mouth, and closed questions. He opens it again and answered, fixing his eyes on anything except his brother, unable to cope.
“Traté… traté de robar parte de su gracia”.
Dean tarda sólo un par de segundos en comprender la implicación.
“La lastimaste”, acusa.
Sam siente que la mirada de su hermano le horada la espalda. No tiene necesidad de alzar la vista para notarlo.
“Sí”.
Y espera. Pero la furia no estalla. Cuando alza la vista al fin, lo que encuentra en la expresión de Dean es dolor más que odio. Pain and disappointment.
"How could you ...?"
"Is this thing on my mind!" Tries to explain stifling a groan. "Like a plague, imprisoned, annulling, Drowning"
Hunter looks away in disgust for a moment before returning to posarla on the fallen, leaning on his face, brown mouth with rage.
"If something were to happen ... I promise ... If something happens to Angie will send you back to your cage, and I will not come out of her anymore. "
"Sorry, Dean."
"That's not enough."
And with one last look grim, he turns his back and begins to walk away.
"Come on, Bobby" says Iosephus catching way to the vehicle. "We have to contact Cas. He will know how find it. " Let the animal in the back seat and heads toward the driver's side as he meets Bobby slowly, not quite sure how things are happening.
"No, he does not know" replies Sam joining with effort and advancing to his brother who already has the car door open, ready to be installed behind the wheel. "You can not crawl to Meg. Not done before, it will not now. "
"Quiet, Sam!" Dean closes the door with violence y se devuelve, amenazante, a paso rápido. “¿Quién te dio velas en este entierro, eh?”, y le da un manotón que le hace trastabillar. “No te acerques a mí o a mi hija. ¿Me escuchaste? No quiero volver a verte”.
Sam lo ve reiniciar el camino hacia el vehículo sintiendo la desesperación acrecentarse en el fondo de su ser a cada paso que su hermano da, resuelto, alejándose de su vida.
“¡Puedo guiarte!”, le grita, último recurso.
Dean stops and half turns to see him.
"I know how to find it," he says and voice rescuing her throat closed off . "If after that you do not want to know me, well, I'll understand, but ... let me help. " Dean
comic as she finishes completely turning to face him.
"Why should I believe you?"
Sam takes air into his lungs, emboldened, because what we have is more a hope than conviction.
"Why I am still your brother?"
Dean receives the weight of his words. The anger left his face for a moment. Frowning while looking at Sam looks something lost long ago. Too many years, too many memories, too affection to ignore. Then, snorts like a wild beast pointing his finger.
"If you lie to me again ... if I betray a Again ... I know you're not my brother "
And those words imply a threat: if you're not my brother ... I can kill you.
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