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When Bad Things Happen	By : Lily1186 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Bad Things Happen

Disclaimer: No, I still don�t own anything Supernatural related but maybe some day my dreams will come true...sigh.

Pairings: None.

Summary: Dean is tired of Sam treating him like a piece of dirt and gets a little physical.

Author�s Note: Okay, here�s another ending to the original Chapter, �When Bad Things Happen.� This one will start out in Sam�s POV and change to Dean�s POV if all goes well. You know how sometimes the characters run away with your fingers. I hope you enjoy...

Alternate Chapter #2- The Destruction of Ourselves

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Sam�s POV

Dean still wasn�t moving. We stood there for a moment, me with my hands on his neck and in his hair and him taking shaky breaths to control his anger.

If the air had life it would be a raging wall of fire. Both my fury and that of my brother�s was like a living thing. Our wills were slowly battling for dominance and although Dean�s was strong I knew mine was stronger. There was no possible way that Dean could match the level of my rising rage at this point. The whispering in my head was urging me to just snap his neck but the other half of me wanted to bathe in his blood first. I was so lost in my thoughts of what I was going to do to him that I never saw the fire reach his eyes.

The next thing I knew I was on my back looking up at the clear night sky trying to figure out where the pain in my stomach had come from. Then my view was blocked by the looming shadow of my brother who looked like he was about to rip me apart.

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Dean�s POV

I don�t know what happened. One minute I was about to let Sam rip my throat open and the next thing I knew I had landed a kick in his stomach and was leaning over him about to rip his head off.

I think it was the laugh that did it. I hadn�t heard Sam laugh in so long and now that I heard it I never wanted to listen to it again. It didn�t sound like him. My brain registered at least that much. Sammy�s laugh had never sounded so evil, so completely soulless. And I would know the difference. Believe me. I have heard Sam laugh when he was angry, when he was being sarcastic, even when he felt defeated. But he had never sounded like that. And that sound.... I just snapped.

I could see him on his back on the pavement; a weird sort of surprised look on his face. If I didn�t know any better I would have thought that Sam was back in his head again. That is, until he looked at me. It was still in his eyes. That crazy, psychotic glow that had filled them when we were fighting at the Asylum. That glow meant that Ellicot was still in there. Still trying to control my brother. And Sam was letting him.

A part of me realized that Sam was probably fighting him. If there was one thing our father had beaten into us since we were young it was that we should never stop fighting. But another part of me knew that, once again, he wasn�t going to win. Now, I didn�t know if this was because he just didn�t want to win, or because he really couldn�t beat Ellicot but at this point I didn�t really care. All I wanted was to find a way to free Sam. And in true Winchester fashion, only one way to help him came into my head.

So, with that thought in mind I pulled my leg back and kicked Sam squarely in his side.

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My boot connected loudly in the dark and I could vaguely see Sam curl in on himself in pain. But I just didn�t care anymore. My own anger and rage at my brother was coming out and I knew that if I didn�t stop now I wouldn�t be able to stop later. I also knew that I wouldn�t have a psychotic Doctor to blame when I was through with him.

All of the thoughts of Sam and our childhood came back to me in a rush. For a second all I could do was stand there, panting heavily, while I tried to steady myself. Tried to regain control of all of my emotions and the dam in my head that was about to burst. I had almost done it too. I had almost reigned everything in again and had even managed to take a step back. To give myself the distance I needed to fully recover. Almost.

But then I heard that laugh again. It beat its way into my skull with the force of a category five hurricane and I couldn�t breathe. My rage ripped through me and my skin felt like it was on fire. I had to find a way to put it out. The answer presented itself to me in the form of my brother attempting to get to his feet.

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I was on him the second he got up on one knee. I remember my fist connecting with his face and the wash of relief that it provided me. It was like my whole body was suddenly being dropped into an ice bath. My breath caught and I had to stop and take another breath. When it passed though I grabbed Sam by the hair and lifted him to his feet.

�You�re not my brother.�

I made the declaration partly for my own piece of mind and partly to hear what Sam would say. What he did say made me lose any semblance of control that I still had.

�You�d love that wouldn�t you. You convince yourself that I�m not your brother and then you can do whatever you want. But I am your brother Dean. I�m just sick of being the good little boy and lying through my teeth. I am your brother but I don�t want to be.�

My jaw tensed and I threw him away from me. The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

�You ungrateful little bitch. I�ve looked out for you your entire life and this is what I get for it!� I ripped open my shirt to reveal the ugly purple bruise that was still painted across my chest. I couldn�t feel the pain it issued anymore though since the adrenaline had its desired effect and had drowned out anything that wasn�t pertaining to my rage and aggression.

�I�ve saved your life more times than I can count� I advanced on him and landed another kick but this time directly to his stomach. He made a sort of �oof� sound before rolling to his side. �I practically raised you! I kept you out of the cold, I protected you from evil, and I even comforted your sorry ass!� He tried to speak but I simply kicked him again until I could tell that he wouldn�t be saying anything for awhile.

�You don�t get to speak! I have never done anything to hurt you Sammy. Never. The only thing I have ever done is be your big brother and this is how you repay me.� My voice had lowered to an eerie chill and even I knew that I was going to far. But I couldn�t stop now, couldn�t bring myself to spare little Sammy�s feelings any longer.

�You just don�t get it Sammy. You think I want this life.� I raised my hands to the sky and turned around slowly to gesture to the cornfields and broken tar. I almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. I had always thought that when me and Sam duked it out we would be surrounded by people yelling �fight! fight! fight!� Not in the middle of nowhere with only the wind for company. I turned my attention back to a slightly hyperventilating Sam.

�You think I didn�t want to go to college. To have a life of my own. You think I like being Daddy�s little soldier. No. But I sucked it up Sammy and gave it all to you. I let you go off to college even though it killed me inside. I let you have your normal life, your perfect girlfriend and your proverbial white picket fence. And yes Sammy, I know what proverbial means.�

Sam had shifted again and now he was glaring at me. Well guess what, I could glare too. In fact I could do a lot more than glare. And I did.

I walked over to the car and pulled the back door open. Laying there, innocently as ever, was the sawed off shotgun from the Asylum. The thought that it was pretty fitting for me to grab this vaguely passed through my mind before I directed my thoughts outward again.

Sam had finally regained his feet and had taken a defensive stance. All I did was laugh at him. This time it was Sam that almost looked afraid. But it was quickly consumed again by the endless, nerve-grating glow. Before he could even react I bashed the butt of the shotgun into his nose. The blood hit the ground splattering outward, some of it landing on my shoes. I sighed quietly.

�Now look what you did.� Sam just looked at me silently. Apparently even angry Sammy didn�t think I had it in me to kick the crap out of him. Lucky for me it wasn�t really Sammy.

At least that is what I was going to keep telling myself. No use getting bogged down with emotions and shit when I had a little brother to beat and bring back to his senses. Because that was the goal here. Yeah. The only way to bring Sam back was to beat Ellicot out of him. That was the Winchester way after all.

I swung the gun again and connected with his jaw this time. Then, when he tried to regain the control that he never really had I cocked the gun and pointed it at his chest.

�Don�t fucking think of it� I spit.

�You can�t...� I could tell that Sam was trying to form words around his quickly swelling jaw and I almost laughed again.

�You can�t do it. You don�t have it in you.� He was standing there with that smug look on his face holding his hand over his noise and trying to stop the blood from flowing.

It came on me like an epiphany. Even with Sam�s mind being controlled by Ellicot he still had faith in me. His mind had locked onto that fact and he was holding onto it with all he was worth. And I suddenly realized what I had to do to get my Sammy back. I knew that I had to break him and I knew exactly how I could do it. I mean who else would know everything there was to know about little Sammy. Who better to bring him back from the edge of madness.

Before I could think on it too hard I pulled the trigger.

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I could feel the shotgun as it expelled the shot but my ears didn�t really register the sound. All I saw was the rock salt impacting Sam�s chest and sending him backward across the pavement. He hit it hard and didn�t get back up. For a second my heart stopped. Maybe I had shot too close to his heart, or he wasn�t as strong as me. It only took me a minute and I was by his side, the shotgun discarded before I could even think.

�Sam! Sammy! Wake up!� He didn�t move. I put my hand to his throat and checked for a pulse. I couldn�t feel anything. I started to breathe faster, my eyes darting around for something. Anything. When I couldn�t find anything that would magically solve my problems I tore his shirt open and started CPR.

I could see the small holes that the rock salt had made in his skin and it made me cringe. What had I done? It had been the perfect plan. I shoot Sam, and the part of Sam that was holding his mind together, the part that thought I could never hurt him, would break apart and Ellicot would no longer have a hold on him. But somewhere, something had gone wrong. Horribly wrong.

I pushed down hard five more times and tilted his head back breathing as much air into his lungs as I could along with a prayer to a God I didn�t believe existed. I did that four more times before the thought that Sam might really be dead passes through my mind. It was then that the tears started to flow. The air that I had been providing for Sam left me and I couldn�t think. I couldn�t think so I did the only thing left that I could do. I pushed harder.

I pushed so hard that I think I must have broken a rib with the sound it made. I pushed and pushed until I could feel a little bit of myself leaving me. I pushed and I pushed and I pushed. And with one last desperate push I breathed in all of the sorrow and anguish, all the love and understanding that I had gained from my brother through the years and gave it back to him in one final rush of air.

And with that one breath his chest started to rise again. It started with a sputter and developed into a gasp and then a hacking cough. I couldn�t believe it. Before I knew what was happening I had pulled Sam to me and hugged him as tight as I could before the pain from both of our wounds became too much.

We broke apart when I heard Sam continuing to gasp for air. When I pulled him back to look in his eyes the first thing I noticed was the absence of the glow. Ellicot was gone. The second thing I noticed was the betrayed look in Sammy�s eyes. I had to close my own against that look.

�I had to do it Sammy. It was the only way.� I know my voice sounded pleading but at this point I didn�t care. Sam had to forgive me. It was as simple as that. I couldn�t live if my little brother hated me, if he thought that I had betrayed him.

�I need to get up.� Five little words. They didn�t even have any special meaning but the way that he said it made me want to tear myself into little pieces. His voice, the voice that held always held at least some kind of warmth, was now filled with the same cold tone that it had held at the Asylum and again a short while ago. It was a voice without trust.

It was a voice that would haunt me for the rest of my life because this voice didn�t have a crazy Doctor to explain it away. This voice was all Sammy�s.

It took me a moment to register what he had said. And then, even though I was broken inside, I did what I always did. I sucked it up and helped Sam to his feet. When we got to the car I opened the passenger side door and helped to carefully buckle him in, trying to avoid his upper chest as much as possible. It didn�t go unnoticed by either of us when Sam pulled away from me after I had gotten him settled.

I slid into the driver�s seat and buckled myself in. Barely noticing the shotgun that was still discarded by the side of the road.

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As we drove off into the night to try and find the nearest motel to crash at I thought of all the things that my brother and I had faced over the years.

All of the Werewolves and Wendigos. All of the demons and poltergeists. All of the evil things in the world with their claws and their teeth and their thirst for blood.

We had no need for them. We could tear each other apart just fine by ourselves.

To think, we had been standing side by side for years and never realized that we would be our own destruction. Our love, and out hatred. That would be our ultimate end.

Fitting I guess.

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Well, there you have it. Dean angstyness abounds. I hope you enjoyed and feel kind enough to leave me a nice little review. The next chapter will probably contain slash just to warn you, but after that its back to the angstyness again.

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