Please Don't Leave Me

Chapter 26

Sam POV

Sam knew there was something wrong with Dean, more so than usual. He was tense all the time and rarely calmed down. Any little sound would set him off and it was really starting to bother him. The worst of it was that if Sam was walking to another room Dean would follow him. It didn't matter if he was just going to the bathroom. Dean Winchester had become Sam's tail and he would be lying if he said that he wasn't getting annoyed. At first, Sam thought that it would pass and not be much of a problem. But here he was, three weeks later, with his older brother following him around like a guard dog ready to pounce at the littlest of threats. Dean wasn't even this bad when he had found out some kids were picking on Sam in school. And Sam thought that nothing would ever be worse than that.

Even with being annoyed by it, Sam was worried about what had Dean so worked up. He wasn't sure if it was just the stress of everything finally getting to him. If that was the reason Dean suddenly had the need to make sure he was okay every second of every day, or if it was something worse. Sam couldn't imagine what it could possibly be or why it was affecting Dean the way it was, but he was sure that he wanted to know. He was tired of always being kept in the dark about things and treated like a child.

He understood that everyone wanted to keep his safe from the horrors of everything, but in the end, it always turned out that him knowing would have saved a lot of people grief. He could handle things better than what they gave him credit for, he just didn't know how to voice it. So many things could happen. Admitting that he wanted to be apart of it all meant that he would actually have to confront his brother and that in itself was nerve-wracking. Dean was a ticking time bomb most of the time leaving most people wondering what it would be that would set him off. Don't get him wrong, however, Sam is not scared of his brother, more so he is scared of what it will do to his brother's health.

So, since he knew he couldn't bring up the topic with his brother, he went to the next best thing, Castiel. Sam knew that Castiel was not in the best headspace most of the time either, but he was the only one that Dean ever opened up to other than his therapist, and that was a no go. Now, he just had to find a time when the two of them weren't joined at the hip, which was never. He could also ask Bobby, but he already knew that was a dead end.

    That left Sam if two options, either get Castiel in his side, or yank Dean away from his favorite comfort item ... Castiel. The more the teen thought about it, the more he favored keeping them together. Especially since it seems Cas has been a little on edge recently as well. And having both of them like that could only mean something had the two of the stress as hell. It was to the point that even oblivious Gabriel, bless his heart, was beginning to feel something off between the conjoined twins.

    A week and a lot of planning and trying to shake his brother later, Sam can't take it any longer.

   "What is going on?!" He snaps on his way to the bathroom, a little louder than he intended based on the stiffness in Dean's frame. He forgets sometimes that the later isn't a fan of anything louder than what would be considered an almost whisper.

    Exhaling heavily through his nose he explains, "You have been following me around for weeks like something is going to jump out of nowhere and obliterate everything good known to man kind. I'd like to know what the hell is wrong and why you both," he looks at Castiel who wasn't too far behind Dean, " are both ready to flip shit at any second."

    "What are you talking about? We have not."  Dean exclaims as if what Sam had just said what the most idiotic thing a person could ever conjure up in their heads. And Sam, poor, tired Sam, could feel his internal fuse ignite. The heat he felt in his chest, that his brother could even continue to true and "act" like nothing is wrong with something is so extremely noticeably is, hit different.

   "Dean, I swear to heaven and hell and everything in between if you do not tell me what is going on I'm going to - I'm going to- shit I don't know what I'm gonna do but it's gonna be somethin and you aren't gonna like it either!" Sam breathed heavily and didn't dare break eye contact with Dean because he knew it was a clear sign that he wasn't going to back down. He didn't even realize that Bobby had come in and made Cas leave the room.

   "Why do you wanna know so bad?"

   "I don't know! Maybe because you have followed me around for weeks, Dean. Weeks!? Even if I'm just going to the bathroom, like right now, you are in tow. Something awfully bad had to of happen or is going to happen if it has you this on edge." He paused, running his fingers through his hair and looking away. "You were even this bad when we were living with him."

    And just like that, Sam put it all together. "John is back," he mumbled to himself. All this time and he missed the signs again. Guilt flooded his system, especially when he looked back at his brother to see that damn mask he used to see all the time. The one he used to ignore, but now he understands that John is the one that put it there. That John will always be the reason it ever creeps back on his older brothers face. And if there is anything Sam hate more than that, it's the fact that he was there the whole time and did nothing. Yet, here he is again, doing nothing.

I just want to apologize again for not update for so long. I've been unmotivated and busy with school and work. Not much of an excuse but I hope you enjoy this little bit I wrote at 2 am.