My Big Brother Sam (SPN A.U.)

Chapter 11: Dean

God I hated that Wendigo. Sam and I torched the sucker and that hunt was over and done with.

The only thing I'm upset about was that girl Haley. She was cute and even gave me a kiss on the cheek once we were all done. She was a cutie!

I looked over at my brother tossing around in his sleep. The motel we were staying at was quite small and the beds were a bit lumpy.

"Sammy," I whispered. He groaned in response.

I've noticed that he either doesn't sleep or he has nightmares while he does. I feel bad if Jess is the one that is making him do this. My poor big brother, Sammy.

"Dean," I heard him respond.

"Are you alright man?" I asked him.

He grunted a response and turned over in bed.

I was completely thankful that he was with me on these hunts now, but I still feared that he would leave me at any moment. I was truly upset when he left for college. He left and was a bit later than anyone else in college, I didn't really know about Jess. He's been talking to her for a couple years now I guess.

When he left for college, I cried. It was only like two years ago but I was only 17 then. Dad yelled and yelled at Sammy but I wanted to defend him so bad, but I didn't. I sometimes wandered if Sam even wanted to find our dad. I missed him. It made me upset thinking that I would never be able to have both of them in my life without them fighting about one thing or another.

I then wandered if our father was even alive. I felt my stomach ache and a tear stroll down my cheek. I'm not a weak bitch, what the hell was this.

I rolled over in my bed and shut my eyes, I doubted I would be able to fall asleep though.

"Sammy?" I called out.

"What the hell do you want, Dean?" He growled. I bit my lip. He was upset and I thought he would need some sleep.

"Never mind," I quickly answered.

"Tell me," He sighed and I could hear him sitting up in bed.

"Do you think Dad is even alive?" I asked.

Sam hesitated, "I doubt it."

"But he hasn't been answering his phone or anything and he's been on this hunt," I ran my fingers through my hair.

"He never answered the phone either when we were kids. He wouldn't come home for weeks at a time. He left me in charge to take care of you," Sam muttered before I could start to hear a soft snore again. I didn't want to bother him anymore.

"I love you, Sammy," I said under my breath. I knew he wouldn't hear, and I was thankful that he wouldn't. Dad had taught us that emotions like love and stuff were total garbage and I think that it's okay to tell your family that you love them. You're their family.