Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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×Dean POV×

At what point did things go this wrong?

How did we go from hunting the semi-friendly neighborhood ghost to having to fear Lucifer himself?

And most importantly: Why did I not care one bit where the devil was as long as Angie wasn't by my side?

I didn't believe Sam when he told me she couldn't remember us. This was just another crazy thing, a spell that we could fix. We knew so many people, so many witches and we even had Cas on our side: There had to be a way for Angie to get her memory back.
There was always a way.

When Sam arrived to get me, he almost drove some old lady over in order to park right next to me. He stumbled out of the car like he had been drinking, pulling me into a hug. My heart sunk.

"Sam. Hey."
My brother was crying and all my instincts wanted to make him stop. It was my duty as his older brother, my responsibility to calm him down.
"Sammy.", I repeated, shaking his head a little bit to make him realize I was actually here.

"We really thought you were dead.", he sobbed. "I- You left me. Again. Once is bad but twice, I didn't even- I cant-"

I knew that my brother must've been really worried but the whole extent of the situation only now catched up with me. Even when we were kids Sam would be scared of me leaving, scared whenever our father seperated us.

But this was worse. He thought I had died.

"Whoa, hey. Easy, Sammy. It's okay, I'm not going anywhere.", I interrupted his incoherent stutter of panic and confusion, pulling him back into the hug. He was taller but right now he was sinking together onto my shoulders, letting me hold him up as I heard his sniffling while his sobs died down.

"I thought you were safe with the angels and suddenly you were in that church and Angie- I'm sorry, I know you want to get to her, we should-"
Sam wiped his tears with his flannel which was still covered in blood.
Now that I looked at him up close I could see a few bruises and wounds from the fight.

When Sam moved in the cars direction, he subtly held his arm close to his right side as if there was something wrong with his ribs. He got injured.
"Hold on.", I stopped him and he turned around.

God, those puppy eyes. Even if he was physically okay, I knew I couldn't just leave this conversation as it. Sam just went through a nightmare and he needed a break and probably shower.

"It's not like she's waiting, right?", I asked softly, trying not to let the fact itself get to me.

He swallowed audibly.

"She's not."

"Then let's just find a motel and gather ourselves."

I saw the relief in his face that we weren't about to rush right off.

"Yeah."

"Now, you know how this goes: Big bro comes back from the dead, you give me back my keys.", I reminded him.
He handed them to me with a smile, watching attentively how I got back on the drivers seat.

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Although my curiosity about the deal with the djinn was like a beast inside of me, alive and clawing at my heart and brain, I updated Sam on everything that happened to me first.