Lost | Dean Winchester [2]

Chapter 15

It was raining. I'd felt the first drop on my face just ten minutes ago when we reached the hotel. It'd been so long I wasn't even sure Sam would still be here, but Dean was still standing beside me, visibly plagued with nerves.

"He's gonna hate me."

I reached out to lace my fingers with his. "No, he won't. He's spent the last few months looking for you. He'll be happy to see you."

"You don't know my brother like I do."

"Maybe I don't. But I do know he loves you, and he'll be happy to see his brother again."

"Yeah, okay," he sighed, squeezing my hand as we entered the building.

It took mere minutes for us to reach the room, but I was wishing it had taken hours, because in all honesty, I wasn't ready to see Sam's reaction. I didn't know if he would hit him or hug him. Maybe he would simply ignore him, I wasn't sure.

I held my breath as Dean knocked on the door, one hand still holding mine.

"It'll be okay," I whispered, squeezing his hand.

He didn't answer me, and before I could say anything else, the door opened, Sam standing there with his hand on the door handle.

A grin broke across Dean's face. "Hey, Sammy."

"...Dean?"

"Long time no see, huh?"

Sam just stood there, unmoving, eyes glossed over. But it didn't seem to faze Dean much as he simply stepped forward, pulling his brother into a hug. Sam didn't protest, he kind of collapsed against him, his face tucked into the crook of Dean's neck.

"I'm sorry, Sammy," Dean spoke quietly, still holding his brother tight.

I stood there in silence, watching. Right now, they were just two brothers holding each other in the doorway. From an outsider's perspective, Dean's deal didn't exist. There was no such thing as a crossroads demon. They were just two brothers.

When they finally parted, we followed Sam inside, the silence deafening.

"So, you found him," Sam said, looking directly at me.

"He called me."

"So does this mean you're gonna let us help you?" Sam asked him then, his eyes filled with hope.

Dean sighed, shaking his head. "No, Sam. I haven't changed my mind."

"Then what the hell are you even doing back?!"

"Eva agreed to leave it alone. I was hoping you could too."

Sam turned his gaze back to me then. "You're really just gonna sit back and wait for him to be dragged to Hell?!"

"It's what he wants, Sam! I'm not gonna spend whatever time I have left with him fighting about it!"

"Both of you, shut up!" Dean yelled, plunging the room into silence. "I made this deal, Sam, and I'm not interested in reversing it. Eva's alive and that's all that matters. And she's accepted it, so you should too."

"How can you just let yourself die, Dean?" Sam choked out, tears beginning to spill from his eyes.

I felt horrible for him. I knew what it was like to lose family. I'd just been lucky enough to have my family ripped from me without warning. He had to stand around and wait. He had to let Dean die, knowing he wasn't able to do anything about it.

I shook my head, emotion climbing up my throat. "I'm so sorry."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

So, I finally updated! I think I kind of fell out with this fic for a while and to be honest, I still don't know if I really want to finish it. It's just that my writing has changed a lot since I started the rewrite of this series but I just feel like it'd be stupid to start rewriting it again so I'm not sure what to do. Anyway, if anyone is still reading this series, thanks for reading and I will try my best to finish it.