Is This Even Possible?

Bromance

Someone recently requested that I have more relationship with Sam and bonding and I was like 'Huh. DUH.' So here is the chapter for Irreality! Thanks for suggesting!

Chapter Fourteen

Bromance

November 10th, 2013 - Lawrence, Kansas - 2:25 PM

Dean shoved yet another pair of jeans into his duffel that was already stuffed to the brim with clothes and tried to zip it up. He was unsuccessful. Dean huffed and glared at the offending bag. He tried pushing them together and holding it there so he could zip it up but he would need three hands for that. He went to literally shove it against a wall so he could zip it up when a pair of hands held the two sides of the bag together and Dean zipped it up.

Dean looked up and saw Sam. Dean hadn't even got the chance to meet Sam yet properly, with all this Cold Oak business going on and the Seals and training. It was taking a toll on Dean. Sam smiled gently at Dean, one dimple showing.

Dean sat down on his bed and patted the seat next to him. Sam sat down gently and stared at Dean expectantly. Dean leaned back against his headboard and folded his arms behind him.

"Tell me about yourself, Sam. Please." Dean said with a gentle tone. Sam nodded and let a fond smile out on his face.

"I can say that my childhood had been pretty normal. I went to the same school district for 12 years, I grew up in the same house my whole life, I had girlfriends, I made straight A's. I got into Stanford on a full-ride." Dean chuckled, already knowing all of this from instict and memories.

"I meet this wonderful woman there, the one I thought I was going to marry. Her name was Jessica Moore." Dean almost let a gasp sift through his lips. Jess was here.

"We were together for the four years I was at Stanford. It was my last month of the fourth year there." Sam's smile dimmed. "I went out for a job interview at a local firm. When I came home that night to celebrate that I had got the job, Jess was no where to be seen. I went into our bedroom and laid down on the bed and thought she was in the shower and all the sudden, I looked up and her body was on the ceiling. Five seconds later and flames just came out of no where. I was pulled from the house from another dorm member and I stood outside watching the flames burn my whole dorm from the inside out. I don't know what happened, I probably never will. But the girl I'll always love died in the most horrific way and I'll never forget that."

Sam swallowed loudly, loud enought that Dean could hear it and Dean just wanted to reach across the bed and tug Sam into his arms so that's what he did. When Sam was secure against his chest, his started to gently stroke his head and urged him to continue his story.

"I never finished school at Stanford. I left that place, my mind filled with too many memories that were bad. I came home where I was taught about hunting, since I was set on avenging Jessica. I knew someone had done something to her, I mean, how could she have been on the ceiling for Christ's sake!" Sam's voice echoed through the tiny room and it left a moment of silence afterwards.

"I know that evil son of a bitch, Azazel did it, and I swear to God, I will kill him if it's the last thing I do." Sam growled.

Dean turned Sam around so that Sam was facing him. "Promise me Sam that you won't do anything stupid! Revenge is the worst thing to bring with you to a fight. It will blind you from all things but kill or be killed." Sam searched Dean's eyes, and Dean's eyes promised him that he was telling the truth.

"I promise." Sam said quietly. Sam set his eyes on the bedspread for a moment before turning back to Dean.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" Dean chuckled.

"What was your childhood life like? What are you into?" Sam asked oh-so-eagerly.

Dean smiled fondly at the sight.

"Hi." Dean smiled a lop-side smile at Sam. "My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I like long walks on the beach and frisky women." Sam stared at Dean funnily and Dean laughed.

"Just kidding. I am an Aquarius though. For the first four years of my life, I lived right here in this house. I had a loving family and I believe I was happy. Then November 2nd came, and my perfect life got destroyed. My mom burned in the fire and my dad turned into my drill sergeant. I turned into a mature child far faster than I should have and I spent most of my time until I was 15, taking care of my kid brother, Sammy. I lived all over the continental U.S. When I was 22, Sam decided he didn't want in on this life anymore, so he left to go to Stanford on a full-ride." He heard Sam gasp but continued.

"He left and I didn't know what to do anymore. I spent the next four years hunting my ass off and killing any monster my father sent me after until one day, he disappeared. I went to Stanford and enlisted the help of Sam and together for the next 6 or so months, we hunted down our father. We found him eventually and we discovered a gun that could kill anything, The Colt. We hunted that gun down and almost killed Azazel but he was in my dad and though the guy was a son of a bitch, he still created me. Sam was in the middle of driving all three of us to the hospital when a truck driver who was taken over by a demon crashed into us. I almost died but my dad traded his soul if I lived. He died for me. And for that, he was a good man. " Sam was staring at Dean in shock as if, 'You call this childhood?"

"I dunno where things went wrong, oh wait I do." Dean said loudly at first but to himself at the last part. "I lost all of my family practically and when your counter-part started to slowly die from in the inside out, I...I couldn't take it. I wanted another chance. Every other person has a perfect life and I just wanted that for once!" Dean shouted. Sam sat there.

"So I really am the reason you left your world for this one?" Sam asked quietly.

"Yes. But it wasn't your fault. I wanted this to happen. I didn't want you to be in pain anymore. So yes, I gave up my 'world' for your happiness."

Sam smiled gently at Dean and together for the next hours they spoke about high school relationship's, drama, music taste, pranks they've pulled, and more.

By the time it was midnight and everyone should be in bed, two men were still awake, though yawning, talking about the current topic; cars. The older one swished his arms in excitement and detail and the younger, though taller, one watched in fascination. A couple of minutes later and the two men were laughing as hard as possible.

Three hours later and they had fallen asleep. The older one was settled on his back and on the right side of the bed. The younger one had fallen asleep on the older one's side with his hand on Dean's shirt, gripped in a fist. Dean's hand had fallen onto Sam's arm and was gripped it tightly, though not hard enough to awake the younger one.

They held on as if they were only thing anchoring the other in that place.

So I hope this was a good bonding chapter! I'm not that great at it but whatever xD

Don't start a riot and find where I live, I might cry.

I know that it's a shorter chapter but I needed something to put here so I could have a better chapter fifteen. xD

I hoped you guys liked it and I will you guys in the next chapter!