Here it is guys. A rewrite of some angsty stuff I wrote a year ago.
WARNINGS: This one is Angst. Arguing, fighting, a brother gets seriously injured. Some swear words, too...
Sam looked up into his brother’s eyes. He was sitting on the floor, arms raised in defense, his shirt scrunched up in Dean’s tight fist, the anger seething out of his older brother.
“Dean, please!” He choked back a sob.
“You heard me you evil son of a bitch. Get out of my fucking room. Get out of the fucking bunker.” Sam scrambled to his feet, wrenching out of his brother’s grasp, his pleading eyes never leaving Dean’s.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that.” Dean reached out, and, placing his hands on Sam’s shoulders, shoved him back against the wall. Sam landed hard against it, knocking the wind out of him. He tried one more time.
“Dean, you don’t know what you are saying. Please, just let me-“ He reached out to his brother, but the hatred in Dean’s eyes made him draw back.
“Get. The fuck. Out.” Sam started backing out of the room, feeling smaller with each step he took. He knew it was pointless. Dean was not going to listen to him. He was too far gone to hear anything he tried to tell him. Dean continued to pursue him, walking toward him with absolute malice.
“Dean, please. I was just –“ But Dean had had enough. He reached out with his fist and connected with Sam’s jaw. Sam saw little white sparks in front of his eyes with the punch. He felt blood drip from his lower lip. He instinctively wanted to fight back, but knew there was no point. He wasn’t going to fight his brother.
Dean grabbed him by the shirt again and shoved him out the door. He continued to push and shove the younger Winchester down the hall. Sam tried to speak up, but Dean’s rage overpowered him. He tried to push back, just to gain some footing, but Dean was relentless. He just returned with another punch. Dean continued forward, backing his little brother down the hallway.
“Get out of my brother you son of a bitch!” This caught Sam off guard. Now he knew why Dean wasn’t backing off. Dean thought there was a demon inside him. He needed to prove he wasn’t possessed. He put his hands up and tried to take a step forward.
“Dean, listen, it’s…” But it was too late. The punch came at him with such force, it was powerful enough to send him crashing to the floor. He didn’t even have time to reach his hands out to block his fall. Sam heard the crack of his own skull on the concrete floor seconds before he blacked out.
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Dean looked down at his brother, sitting on the floor in front of him, tears in his eyes.
Dean knew what he needed to do. He knew it wasn’t really his brother on the floor in front of him. That damn demon was trying to play “innocent Sam” but he also knew his little brother was in there somewhere. He pulled him off of the floor and started pushing him out of the room. He continued to beat the vessel, knowing Sam would eventually forgive him. He had to cast out the evil that was possessing his brother. He pushed him out into the hall, punching him a few times to try to get him to let go. Dean noticed the demon didn’t really try to fight back. It was unusual, but he dismissed the thought almost immediately. He just needed to get to the knife.
Dean heard his brother’s voice beg him to stop. (not likely, he thought to himself) But his next punch hit harder than he intended. Sam (or whatever demon was possessing him) took a step forward just as he swung his fist. His brother went down. He didn’t even reach out to try and stop himself from falling. Dean cringed when heard the unmistakable sound of his brother’s skull cracking when it hit the floor.
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And now Sam lay motionless on the floor in the bunker’s hallway, his brother standing over him in stunned silence.
