Only a brother can save the other

Apple pie

"Yes?" I said staring at him watching as his eyes lazily flicked around the room.

"Do you hate me?"

"Oh my god Sam. You are so out of it but for the record, no I don't hate you. You're a giant pain in the ass but, hey, gotta love you." I chuckled.

"I'm pretty fond of you, too."

"I wish I had a video camera right now. You would never live this down." I laughed.

"No I can blackmail you." Sam slurred.

"How so?"

"Remember that girl in Manitoba?" Sam said after thinking a minute.

"Okay. Shutup she was a lot prettier from behind." I said involuntarily shivering.

"Sure Dean believe what you want......why is Dads wrist in a cast?"

"Oh. He, uh, crashed his truck. Nothing to major just a concussion and broken wrist."

"Oh.....Dean I'm tired." Sam said in a voice that made him seem 5 again.

"Okay go to sleep, Sammy. Ill be here when you wake up." I spoke softly.

------------------A few days later-------------------------------------------------------------------

Sam POV

I watched Dean fork down his 3 piece of pie and scruched up my nose. I glanced at Dad who was now at a table cleaning his gun. He glanced up and our eyes met. There was no disappointment or shame just....hope? Hope that he could be forgiven?

I gave a small smile and he nodded his head unsuccessfully hiding his own smile. I turned my attention back to Dean who just watched the silent apology.

"How can you eat so much freakin pie?"

"Hey, pie is a treasure. You just don't like it because that all that rabit food has brain washed your taste-buds."

"Its not rabit food, Dean. Why are you so immature?"

"Cause....magic thats why."

"Magic?"

"Shutup, bitch."

"Jerk."

"I think we gotta case up in Wyoming. You boys up for it?" Dad said with an amused look on his face.

"Yeah." Dean and I answered.

"You sure, Sammy?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked.

"I just want to make sure your back is okay?"

"Its fine."

"Okay then" Dad said glancing at Dean.

"Sam you're sure?" Dean said.

I sighed and gave Dean my best bitch face before replying. "I'm fine. Really. It doesn't even hurt anymore."

I had managed to talk to Jess before we left and say goodbye. Let me tell you it wasn't happy but she made me promise to call (which means I got her number SCORE!)

So a few hours later, one more apple pie, and some gas the three Winchesters were on the road.  Dean cranked the music up and let the guitar and drums fill the air.

I rolled my eyes but mumbled along with Dean to the songs and occasionally caught one of the two older men looking back at me through the mirror.

I looked out the window and decided not to forget this. Not the incident but right now. Flying down the highway with music blaring in my ears good thoughts in my head.

One thing that's ingrained in my head now is that you never quit fighting your war. Even if the odds are against you. When everyone tells you your chapter is done, keep writing and prove them wrong.