Spyfall

Chapter six

A/N: Once again this is not a wincest fanfic, this is only showing how Sam and Dean care for each other.

The walk to Sam's room was filled with a bit of awkward silence, Sam didn't want to discuss his painful past and Dean wondered if there was more to Sam's tragic loss. He knew what losing a loved one felt like, he lost his mom when he was a kid. But it was different with Sam, it was like Sam felt that Jessica's death was his fault. Dean only knew a few of the details but it sure didn't sound like it was his fault. Sam said she was kidnapped and found dead a year later, there wasn't any way that Sam was at fault for that.

"Please stop looking at me like that," Sam said as he got into his room and saw the look Dean was giving him. It was the look of pity and Sam hated when people looked at him like that.

"Like what?" Dean asked, trying to brush it off.

"The, I'm sorry, look, I can't stand it," Sam answered.

"I'm just trying to help you kid," Dean responded. "I've been where you are, losing someone isn't easy," he continued. "And people giving you the I'm sorry lip service doesn't change anything," he kept going. "But you can't shut others out because of it, it will only make you feel more alone," he finished. Sam let out a heavy sigh and wondered if he should tell Dean what really happened that night, he hadn't told anybody what really happened. Not even Brady, but if Dean trusted him enough to share his secret, maybe he should do the same.

"I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone else," Sam answered. The response concerned Dean but he decided that if Sam needed to talk, he would listen. "Jess had been kidnapped, the night it happened we had a fight," Sam explained. "I was hanging out with one of my close friends Sarah, she had a bit of a thing for me and Jessica didn't like it," he continued. "She caught us hanging out one night and thought I was cheating on her," he kept going. "I was so mad at her for not trusting me, that I said a lot of things that I didn't mean," Sam stopped for a minute, tensing hard at the memory. "She left heartbroken and I wanted to apologize, but I never got the chance, she went missing the next day," he finished.

"You were angry," Dean said. "It wasn't your fault,"

"No don't, don't make excuses for me," Sam said. "I should have stopped her, but I didn't. I just let her walk away," he continued. "And she died," he finished. Sam and Dean arrived at Sam's temporary room on the rim of the door, Dean turned to Sam.

"I wasn't making excuses, I was saying that you shouldn't blame yourself," Dean said. "Just forgive and move on," he continued. "Now, place your hand on the scanner,"

"Umm..okay," Sam said hesitating briefly but eventually placed his hand on the scanner. It beeped and the door opened.

"Welcome to your new room Sammy," Dean said as he stepped into the room.

"Woah this is all mine?" Sam asked observing the room. "Also don't call me Sammy, the talk from earlier doesn't mean we're friends," Before Dean could respond he heard Bobby call his name over the intercom to report to his office.

"Well looks like I got to go and see what Bobby wants," Dean said. He began making his way toward the door but stopped briefly. "And Sam, you're free to roam around this place just don't touch anything that you don't know how to use,"

"I have no idea what you mean," Sam said, playing dumb.

"Oh you know exactly what I mean," answers Dean as he walked out of Sam's room and made his way to Bobby's office. Similar to most rooms in the agency Bobby's office had an eye scanner. To avoid any unwanted guests coming in. "You really need to update that thing, it's this close to poking my eye out," Dean commented as he stepped into Bobby's office.