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Summary: Curious Case of Dean Winchester coda. In the wake of Dean's latest near death experience, Sam falls apart. Bobby and Dean try to get through to him.
Dean and Bobby entered the motel room to find it completely dark. “Sammy, I’m young again!” Dean cried excitedly. He hadn’t liked being old. It wasn’t fun.
There was silence for only a few seconds. Bobby turned on the light just as Sam spoke. “That’s great, Dean. I’m glad I was able to save you.” Neither Bobby nor Dean missed Sam’s voice cracking. His red eyes gave away the fact that Sam had been crying.
Immediately concerned, Dean tried to figure out what was wrong with his younger brother. “What happened, Sam? You okay?” He checked him over to see if he was hurt.
“I’m fine,” Sam lied. He struggled not to cry any more than he already had. Dean nearly dying again had really messed with him.
“Sammy, tell me the truth.” Dean had figured out this had something to do with Patrick making him old, but he wasn’t sure why Sam was freaking out so much.
“It’s nothing. I just almost lost you again. And I can’t go through that another time. It hurts too much.” Sam struggled to hold back the tears. What would he have done if Dean had died again?
“Oh, Sammy. I didn’t even think about how this was affecting you.” Dean wished he had seen this earlier.
So had Bobby. “You need to tell us when you’re about to fall apart, Sam. Don’t be even more of an idjit than you already are.”
That elicited a laugh from Sam, but Dean and Bobby could tell he still wasn’t doing well. “This is stupid. You’re fine. You’re you again. I shouldn’t be falling apart like this.”
“It was probably a long time coming, Sam.” Dean knows how his brother’s mind works. Sam’s probably been drowning in guilt and depression for a long time.
Sam teared up again. “Please don’t leave me again. I can’t lose you,” he sobbed. Sam had barely been able to get through four months without Dean. He couldn’t handle it if he lost his brother forever.
Dean sighed and decided to go ahead with the now obvious chick flick moment. He sat down on the bed next to his brother. Bobby wheeled up next to the boys. He didn’t want to be involved in this moment, but Sam needed both of them.
“You’re never going to lose me, Sam. If we die, we go together, okay? We’ve already proved multiple times that bad things happen when we’re separated. Remember what I told you after Max Miller? Nothing bad’s going to happen to you as long as I’m around. I mean it. I’m alive, Sammy. I’m not going anywhere. You got me?” Dean hoped he was getting through to Sam.
“I got you, Dean.” Sam finally started to calm down, but he still felt like crap. The post crying headache was starting to kick in.
“Good. Now why don’t we watch an action movie and forget all about this chick flick moment?” Dean just felt like watching a movie, actually. He didn’t care that he and Sam had just had a chick flick moment.
“I’m in,” Bobby agreed. He managed to get himself up on the second bed without any help, but Sam and Dean watched him just in case.
“Love you,” Sam mumbled to his brother out of the blue a few minutes after the movie had been turned on. He just needed Dean to know that.
“I heard that, Sammy! No more chick flick moments. And right back at ya,” Dean whispered. Sam still heard him, however.
Bobby rolled his eyes at the boys he considered sons, but turned his attention back to the normal.
Everything was back to normal now for the Winchesters in the wake of Dean turning into an older version of himself.
As normal as the Winchesters can get anyway.