Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Forty-Five: Sam and Dean...Morning Talk

Dean did not hear the knock on his door the next morning, nor the door open. He'd still not recovered from two days before, and was just tired.

A breakfast tray was brought in and a familiar hand gently shook him.

Dean's eyes squinted up at the familiar face. "Morning," he mumbled.

A tired looking Sam gave him a smile. "Hey."

"You don't look too hot, Sammy. You okay?" Dean struggled to turn onto his left side so he could lift himself up with his left arm and hand.

"Yesterday was pretty draining." He helped his brother up.

"Thanks, man." The older brother leaned over and turned off the heating pad, then slowly eased himself off the bed, and headed towards the bathroom.

Coming back out, he looked at the tray. One? "Watari bringing mine?"

"I ate already. It's a bit late. Everyone decided to let you sleep in for a while."

"I appreciate that, but I had an easy day yesterday. You still look tired. What time is it?"

"Nine thirty," he answered, taking a seat at the table.

"That takes a chunk out of a day. What did he send this morning?"

"Whole grain waffles with fruit. Pretty good."

"Sounds good. Care to talk about it? I've been worried about you. I'm trying to not be mommy/daddy here."

Sam slumped a bit, grabbing a cup of tea that had been added for himself. "Facing my stupidity for the most part...what I could've done better and how to make the healthier choices in the future. Anger issues too."

"Anger issues?" Dean took a bite of the waffles and fruit, and smiled softly.

He sipped the tea. "Yeah..I've got it bad."

"I'd like to understand, Sam."

"There's a lot of anger that's built up over the years, Dean. At myself, at Dad.. some at you...mostly at the situations I face. Instead of reacting normally, I get pissed."

"I can't do much about Dad or you, but the situations...me, what can I do?"

"We're already starting on it. Going to big brother instead of parent for one thing. Communication for the next part. Just.. if I start getting angry, you're going to have to help me realize it and get me to vent in a healthy manner."

Dean nodded as he swallowed, and picked up the cup of tea. His eyes popped open wide. "What is this? I don't taste tea, but I do taste vanilla and honey." He shook his head, took another sip. "It's not bad, though. Surprised me."

He looked at Sam thoughtfully. "I've got a problem that needs your help, too, Sam. I never knew I was even considered by you as being wrong by being Mom and Dad to you. I'd done it for so long, Sam, it caused a lot of pain in my life doing it. Pain I told no one about. Still haven't. I will admit, when you said that two nights ago, I had mixed feelings about it. I was angry and hurt because I felt I'd had no life being that for you. The other, though, was relief. I'd like to be the big brother and do those things you talked about. Problem I have, is 27 years of being your parents. You're gonna have to help me without getting angry, Sam. Maybe some signal or something to just say 'Hey! Knock it off!' Can you do that?"

He nodded. "Chamomile and yeah, I think it's a good idea. We can set up a signal or set of signals. If we're upsetting each other and need space, if one is doing something that's falling back to old habits, stuff like that."