who we are * Sam Winchester

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Sam's really getting tired of being thrown into walls- it's something that happens to him frighteningly often. Like right now for example, when the demon is going through its monologue and Sam can't get enough air into his lungs. Dean across the room, eyes closed a blood under his nose, his forehead scar is stark in the darkness of the industrial building they're in.

The Demon must be halfway through its speech, Sam hopes distantly as black spots his vision. His hand flexes against the wall, sweat pooling at his temples as he stares hopelessly at the rebar just behind the demon. It's black eyes stare into his, a grin splitting it's face. "I think i'll make you watch as I tear your brother apart." It starts towards Dean, who's slowly coming around and Sam can't hear past the rushing of blood in his ears.

Dean's picked up by his T-shirt, the demon's fist striking him across the cheek as Sam's helplessness reaches a new level of desperation. His fingers tighten into a fist, pain striking through his temple as his eyes stare at the rebar. He wills it to move, but it doesn't even twitch. He can hear flesh striking flesh and then his brother calls out.

The rebar pole flies across the room, Sam tracks its path as it embeds itself in the demons head. Abruptly the invisible force against his body disappears, and he drops to his knees and draws in air as quickly as possible. The exorcism falls from his lips in a tumble of foreign words, watching as the demon cries out before falling to its knees. Smoke thick and black rises out of the victims mouth, circling once before disappearing out of the doorway.

Sam's breath shakes as he struggles to right himself, there's a shocking pain in his hip and a dull throbbing in his temples but he's relatively unharmed. His eyes dart to Dean, who's kneeling on the dusty floors and staring at him with one eye slowly swelling like he's never seen Sam before. The taller brother suddenly feels too big for his skin, but gets to his feet swiftly.

"Are you okay?" He approaches his brother, shaking off his odd anxiety. This is his brother, he reminds himself. Dean accepts the hand he reaches out with, pulling himself to his feet.

"Of course." His voice is gruff, and he coughs once he says it. "What a crazy bitch!" He shouts the last word at the now dead meat suit, if Sam had to guess she's probably been dead a while.

"Well she's gone now. We should drop the body off somewhere for them to find. Give her family closure." Sam suggests, turning to head back to where his gun had been flung across the room.

"Right." Dean's voice sounds distracted. "Man, how the hell do you remember exorcisms like that?" Sam laughs under his breath.

"You'd be surprised at how much you can memorize when you learn how to read." Sam can't help but jab at the older sibling, meeting him by the body once he's retrieved everything he brought in.

"Har har." Dean rolls his eyes. "Rock, paper, scissors on who carries her?" He grins like the idea of the childish game excites him.

"That's grim." Sam winces. "But sure." The game goes quickly, Dean of course picking his classic scissors. Before long the two of them are heading out of the mill, the girls body thrown over Dean's shoulder. "Let's drop her at library and call it in."

"Sure." Dean lays her down gently in the backseat, and Sam's surprised by his care. The two make quick work of putting the supplies away, getting into their seats with a creak of leather. The tension in the car is palpable, thick with unsaid words. Sam knows Dean's thinking about what happened back there, and he just wishes his brother would actually talk. Anything
But the agonizing silence of things gone unsaid.