No Looking Back 4/10
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cherry916Title: No Looking Back
Summary: Dean was merely a shadow only to intervene when needed. Spoilers for 5x03. Limp Sam/Protective/Unstable Dean. Solely In Deans POV
Dean sat in the Impala for the longest time before he actually ever made the incentive to turn the ignition on. He felt like he was betraying his loyalty to his brother but hell he's been betrayed plenty of times he should feel a sense of warming for revenge. If only it were that easy.
He still had to question a number of times why Sam had a fever. Sure the kid got beaten and bruised but nothing to bring on a fever. He even noticed that Sam wasn't sick; his breathing was fine and regular no coughing up a lung nada. That scared him a little but he had to brush it aside so he could leave. He couldn't stay; it wasn't the right moment or time for brotherly intervention with the tears and hugging. He couldn't handle it, maybe when he finally could face it head on it would be easier. In more ways than one.
He gave one last longing look at the motel and began to pull out, he had no clue where the hell he was going but he had to leave.
About two hours away from Garber he began to get the same gnawing ache in his stomach as before. It only stilled when he saw Sam or was near him. Now it was hitting him full force. He couldn't place why he felt so nauseous or worried to the loop. Sam was fine cept' for some bruised ribs and a fever he was fine when Dean had left him. Then why the hell am I worrying?
He really needed to get a room before he became more anxious and twitchy to the point where he caused himself to get into a car accident.
He was pulling into the small community of salt fork he had a nagging feeling not to leave Oklahoma just yet so he stuck to surrounding towns and cities…just in case. He pulled into the Medford hotel in the late hours of the night. He was literally dragging himself out of the car to get a room. That's how bad he just wanted to go back to Sam.
The desk clerk gave him suspicious glances but other than that it was quick and easy. Once he accumulated a room he bust into the room and dropped all his stuff at the door. He quickly dragged himself to a bed and flopped down onto. He was bone tired with exhaustion and worry.
He thanked whatever entity that Cas didn't decide to make a surprise visit because at the moment he had no patience or care to listen to him ramble on about the mission at hand.
He wanted to sleep for a week. He wanted to just give up and walk away from this apocalypse crap. More than anything he wanted his brother whole and intact sitting next to him in the Impala. He wanted Sam worry free and happy. He wanted Sam ridden of all the burdens he been handed during his life. He wanted just the two of them against the world and god damnit he wanted it badly.
He didn't even care to put up salt lines or ward his room from the supernatural world, he didn't care to even undress or get under the covers he just sank into the mattress with a deep sigh and drifted off to a worry induced sleep. If only he just looked back for once.
Chapter Five
Summary: Dean was merely a shadow only to intervene when needed. Spoilers for 5x03. Limp Sam/Protective/Unstable Dean. Solely In Deans POV
Dean sat in the Impala for the longest time before he actually ever made the incentive to turn the ignition on. He felt like he was betraying his loyalty to his brother but hell he's been betrayed plenty of times he should feel a sense of warming for revenge. If only it were that easy.
He still had to question a number of times why Sam had a fever. Sure the kid got beaten and bruised but nothing to bring on a fever. He even noticed that Sam wasn't sick; his breathing was fine and regular no coughing up a lung nada. That scared him a little but he had to brush it aside so he could leave. He couldn't stay; it wasn't the right moment or time for brotherly intervention with the tears and hugging. He couldn't handle it, maybe when he finally could face it head on it would be easier. In more ways than one.
He gave one last longing look at the motel and began to pull out, he had no clue where the hell he was going but he had to leave.
About two hours away from Garber he began to get the same gnawing ache in his stomach as before. It only stilled when he saw Sam or was near him. Now it was hitting him full force. He couldn't place why he felt so nauseous or worried to the loop. Sam was fine cept' for some bruised ribs and a fever he was fine when Dean had left him. Then why the hell am I worrying?
He really needed to get a room before he became more anxious and twitchy to the point where he caused himself to get into a car accident.
He was pulling into the small community of salt fork he had a nagging feeling not to leave Oklahoma just yet so he stuck to surrounding towns and cities…just in case. He pulled into the Medford hotel in the late hours of the night. He was literally dragging himself out of the car to get a room. That's how bad he just wanted to go back to Sam.
The desk clerk gave him suspicious glances but other than that it was quick and easy. Once he accumulated a room he bust into the room and dropped all his stuff at the door. He quickly dragged himself to a bed and flopped down onto. He was bone tired with exhaustion and worry.
He thanked whatever entity that Cas didn't decide to make a surprise visit because at the moment he had no patience or care to listen to him ramble on about the mission at hand.
He wanted to sleep for a week. He wanted to just give up and walk away from this apocalypse crap. More than anything he wanted his brother whole and intact sitting next to him in the Impala. He wanted Sam worry free and happy. He wanted Sam ridden of all the burdens he been handed during his life. He wanted just the two of them against the world and god damnit he wanted it badly.
He didn't even care to put up salt lines or ward his room from the supernatural world, he didn't care to even undress or get under the covers he just sank into the mattress with a deep sigh and drifted off to a worry induced sleep. If only he just looked back for once.
Chapter Five
