Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Seventy-Four: Sam and Dean Talk

Notes:

Things are changing.

Five hours passed and around 8:30, Dean's eyes opened. At first, he didn't know where he was. He felt closed in, almost suffocating. He was smothered in arms and legs, and felt a sense of panic at first. He lay still, trying to focus.

Sam's whispered voice was groggy. "Dean?"

Dean could barely talk from all the crying earlier. His hoarse voice answered his brother, "Sammy? Where? What's going on?"

"We're just napping and enjoying the storm in your room."

"Storms? I like storms. You used to be so afraid of them when you were little. Used to tell you stories to keep your mind off them. My throat hurts so bad."

"Want some water?"

"You don't have to do that, Sammy. I can get my own water. Thanks, though." Dean started to try to get out from under his brothers arms and legs.

Sam let him go after a gentle squeeze. "And I remember that, you know. You helping me through storms."

Dean quit moving. It was quiet for a while. Finally, "You remember that? You were real little back then."

"I remember this cute one about puppies who loved the rain. Don't remember all of it but I hear thunder, I keep thinking of wet puppies."

Dean snuggled back close to his brother, forgetting the water. "Always wanted a puppy. Think I'd really like to have a dog someday. Hunting's not a good place for them. I used to love to play with Bobby's dogs. He never knew that. They were supposed to be watchdogs, but I'd take them fishing and spend half the time rubbing their stomachs."

"Me too," he admitted. "I'd read under a tree and have them with me too."

"Think we could have some dogs once we get settled at the cabin? I'd take care of them."

"So would I. I'd love that," he said with a grin.

"I'd really like to have a large number of them. Hit the local shelter and save some."

"Sounds like a good idea to me," Sam told him.

"Yeah, it does sound good." Dean sighed. "Damn, I ache all over. I must've torn up every muscle in my body. I was major screwed up, wasn't I?"

"Well, at least we caught you before you did something worse. Need more Tylenol?"

Dean recognized that Sam was talking about his walking episode and his legs were pretty sore.

Sam brought him some water and Tylenol. Dean took the pills and drank the water. He'd been pretty thirsty.

Sam had crawled back onto the bed and lay next to him, listening to the continuing storms as they came through.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah, Dean?"

Sam could hear a hitch in Dean's breath and the older man sounded hesitant. "I wasn't talking about the exercise."

"Getting upset earlier?"

Dean tried to joke but it didn't sound funny to him after he'd said it, "Is that what they decided to call it? That's nice of them."

"Well, I'm trying to be tactful," he told him. "You were pretty upset."

"Come off it, Sam. Put tact aside. They should've locked me up for a while. I've no idea what happened, cause I've never done that before. It was like something fractured inside of me and just exploded. They'll never let me anywhere close to Near after this."