Not Just the Family Business

Another Last Goodbye

There was a tense silence as Sam and Dean loaded my Dad's body into the trunk. Bobby and Ellen said they would go back to Bobby's and get a head start on hunting down the escaped demons. The three of us would go to Spokane to bury my dad. 

Once he was secure in the trunk, I moved to the side of the car to get in. Sam stayed planted by the trunk. Dean turned and walked toward the driver's door but stopped when he saw my confused look.

"You know, when Jake saw me...it's like he saw a ghost." My palms grew sweaty as Sam scoffed. "I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me."

"Glad he was wrong." Dean looked at us in the rearview mirror.

"That's what I thought, too, until Azazel started talking," Sam said.

"Sam—"

"No, Melanie," Sam cut me off. "You're not innocent in this either. I know you know something."

"We just killed the demon, Sam. Can we celebrate for a minute?" Dean's voice trembled.

Sam met his brother's eyes in the mirror. "Did I die, Dean?"

"Oh, come on." Dean shifted in his seat.

I watched Sam's nostrils flare. His body tensed. "Did you sell your soul for me, like Dad did for you?"

"Oh, come on. No!" Dean was breaking. I could feel it.

"Tell me the truth." Sam's jaw tensed. Dean sniffled. "Dean, tell me the truth."

"Sam..."

"How long did you get?" Sam's voice broke and everything inside me shattered like glass.

"One year." Dean leaned against the trunk. "I got one year."

Sam drew in a long breath and shook his head. "Yous houldn't've done that. How could you do that?"

"Don't get mad at me." Dean stood up. Instead of looking angry, he looked tired. "Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job."

"And what do you think my job is?" Sam asked.

"What?" Dean asked.

"You've saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you?" Dean slowly nodded as if Sam saying it was the first time he thought about it. "You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this." Sam briefly looked at me before looking back to Dean. "Guess I gotta save your ass for a change."

"Yeah." Dean fought back a smile.

Dean walked around to the driver's side and opened the door. I opened the door, too, but didn't climb in because two hands spun me and pressed me against the car. 

Sam leaned over me. I stared into his hazel eyes, unsure of what was going to happen. His fingers skimmed across my jawline. Goosebumps rose on my skin but not at the same intensity as before. This was a bearable pleasure. He gently pressed his lips to mine. Fireworks erupted inside me. I felt like I was home.

Hooooonk! I jumped as Dean sounded the horn.

"Quit making kissy face and get in the car!" Dean shouted. 

Sam smiled as he leaned over me. "Just had to make sure."

I couldn't stop my growing smile as I climbed into the backseat with Sam. With a grin, Sam patted the seat next to him. I slammed the Impala door shut and slid over to him. He wrapped his arm around me, running his thumb over my bicep.