You Are A What

Chapter 34~ I Will Not Buy You a Snuggie!

Chapter 34

Dean's POV

I have to tell Sam want Dad told me before he died. About how I might have to kill him. We are pulled off on the side of the road looking at a river. It was relaxing but when you have a million things on your mind it is hard to relax. Taylor and Arianna wanted to take a walk so it was just Sam and I. "So, Dean what did you want to tell me the last night?" Sam ask me leaning on the fence. "What?" I ask. I was avoiding it at all cost which probably isn't the best choice, but I don't wanna have to kill my brother. "What? I am talking about what you was going to say before." He says. "Forget about it." I say taking a sip of my beer. "I am not going to forget about it, Dean." I groan. "I thought we were both gonna die, you can't hold that over me." I say looking at him. "No. You can't pull that crap on me man." Does he really have to be so persistent? "What if I don't wanna talk?" I say. "Then I will just have to keep asking then." I need to say something or he will keep bugging me. "I don't man. We should go to the... Grand Canyon or something." I suggest. "What?" He says confused. "Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth across country, you know I've never been to the Grand Canyon? Or we could go to T.J. Or Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsey Lohan." I say jokingly. "You're not making any sense." Sam says. "I just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we gotta get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit?" I ask. "Why are you saying all of this?" Sam questions. I look away shaking my head. "No. Dean, you're my brother and whatever you are carrying. This weight let me help you." He says. "I can't. I promised." I reply. "Who?" He ask. Here comes the inevitable. I have to tell him here and now. Looking down I start. "Before Dad died, he told me something about you." I say. "What Dean, what did he tell you?" He ask turning to me. "He told me I need to take care of you." I say. I can kill monsters, Hell I could kill myself, But killing my own brother is something I can't do. "He has told you that a bunch of times." Sam says. "But it is different. He said 'I had to save you'." I see him make a confused look. "Save me?" He ask. "He just said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered; and that if I couldn't, I'd -" I break off my sentence. "You'd what?" I look to him. "That'd I would have to kill you. That I might have to kill you, Sammy." I watch as he shakes his head in confusion. "Kill me? What is that suppose to mean?" He questions. "I don't know." I said looking to the river. "I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go Darkside or something? What else did he say, Dean?" He ask. "Nothing, that's it I swear." I reply. "How could you not tell me this?" He ask getting mad. "Because he begged me not too." I say. "Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!" Now he is pissing me off doesn't he realize that this isn't exactly a dream for me either? "You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day." He turns away from me. "We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the hell all this means. " He says turning back around. "We do? I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way I can make sure " I reason. "What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?" He ask. "I never said that." I reply. "Jeez, if you're not careful you will have to waste me one day, Dean." That's when I lose it. "I never said that! D*mnit, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And you're pissed at me, I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?" I ask. "Forget it." He says. No, this is not the way it was suppose to go. "Sam, please, man. Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please. " I plead. He just nods in response. I look away, and in the distance I can see Arianna and Taylor walking back.