Title: See you in my dreams. (1 / 2)
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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam / Dean, Bobby
Rating: R (this part by violent images and sexual practices destructive)
Spoilers: Season 3 - Re-imagining the
Summary: Dean have trouble dealing with the suspicion that, after so many years, Sam has learned his secret.
Dedication: To Dani ( inspired me as only they know how to do to write this story. It took me, but here's my attempt. Happy Birthday Dani! I love you so much! ♥
When deteníaa think that, Dean preferred to see the funny side of it. The perfect way to deal with everything in your life. If you ever hit his head Dean strong enough to decide to do something so stupid as to write a self-help book, the title of the first chapter would be something like 'It a thousand times better to try to laugh at our own limitations to go through life crying and wailing. "And while that sounded quite natural and healthy for anyone, probably not happen the same when referring to first lines of that chapter. 'It is best take the bull by the horns and face whatever comes without considering the implications or consequences. "
Dean would be more than satisfied with his work without just not a lot crap. A useless waste of pulp and ink, that is what it would be.
is that this time it is more complicated account that deal with with its error, with his impossibly huge stupidity. What would his father think if he were still walking among the living to learn Dean was so weak? Many hours of training, many battles that emerged victorious eviscerating such monstrous and evil creatures that leave a poor showing the best hunters in the world. All this to be finally beaten by a ... Tea? Stupid brew! The fact that it was not magic it less stupid and disgusting. John never would have forgiven him for having let down their guard in this way. Although, on second thought, John would be less concerned about the pocióny more for the reason that Dean hated taking it.
few hours ago, he and his brother Bobby had been saved and escaping from a wannabe Freddy Krueger himself. All thanks to the brilliant idea of Sam to enter their dreams using the same potion that had caused all the trouble.
Bobby had been found in a coma that doctors did not know what to award. 'There is nothing wrong with him. Just went to sleep, but never said the doctor despertó' who informed them of the situation.
What no one imagined at that time was that Bobby was caught in a deep sleep, reliving again and again that generated the fault could not save his wife. Like John, Bobby had entered the world of the hunters killed when the forces of evil was ripped from their ignorance with their vicious claws and left empty except for the hatred and the need for revenge.
Sam had been right about the brew and had managed to locate and neutralize the boy it had all started. Dean could not understand how anyone could choose to live a life full of dreams induced risk regardless of other lives in the process. This had been another one of those situations that confirmed that people could reach levels of madness worse than a demon.
The horrifying vision of Dean had become the devil himself had not been a walk in the park. To choose, no one would face his own fears. Dean was no different in that others much he refused. Dirty and twisted truths spilled from his own mouth. Her eyes were terrible black holes radiating anger and pain and destruction promised.
Dean had wanted to forget everything but the truth was that after all the revelations that he had, Dean was not so disturbed by any of them. Nothing bothered him as much as what Sam might have found inside his head.
When doubt got the better of him, Dean could not help but ask a su hermano qué había pasado cuando se separaron en busca de Bobby. La respuesta que Sam le dio podría haber convencido a cualquiera pero no a Dean. Había algo en el modo en que Sam se había apurado en dar su explicación y cambiar el foco de atención hacia Dean.
Estaba seguro de que Sam lo sabía, y todo por esa estúpida poción. John le patearía el trasero y le metería una bala entre los ojos. No necesariamente en ese orden.
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The life that I beat John Sam and his brother would have been much more difficult still bear it not been for Bobby. Sam was relieved that he had freed the man who had played one of the most significant roles in their lives in the past and continued to do so diaa day.
When John was too new to the world of hunters and the pain would not let him see things clearly, Bobby was the most important pillar in the survival of the Winchester family. It was John who convinced of the importance of Sam and Dean continue in school, she always had toys and magazines prepared for them to entertain children as they would on their age, the only adult in their young lives that seemed able to remember the favorite brand of cereal or how much Sam Dean loved the peanut butter with slices of banana on your toast.
As of that time was passing and itinerant families managed to rally, the constant and necessary before the presence of Bobby was decreased to become almost exclusively a mere source of information. Sam missed him and often wondered when I would go to visit 'Uncle Bobby', but he was not the only one who idolized the hunter. With the mention of the man, his brother's eyes lit up and started talking Ely all the wonders that could be found in junk around the house. But when the excitement got the better of them, John always looked serious and said they should not continue bothering the man when Dean was already sufficiently trained to take care of Sam.
Sam's first forays into the analysis of the human psyche led him to the conclusion that his father's reluctance to let Bobby should be linked to some important Hunter blunder that was committed in the past and for some reason, John could not ignore or forgive.
While he could not affirm what based his statement exactly, Sam is forced to think that was right. The alternative, sadly closer to the truth of what I wanted to admit, was that his father finally had forgotten how to behave like a normal person. Who would not want their children to be in charge of a person as able, to give them all their atencióny, much to his way, his affection? Something was very wrong and that did not seem to be Bobby.
His suspicions were confirmed one night when the Winchesters were staying at the house of the hunter after a little over a year of not seeing it. Sam
rose looking for a glass of water when he heard his father tell Bobby, his voice mellow with liquor and all the poison which was capable of, how much I resent that their children will more cariñoa showed him that his own father. The statement was crowned with a bang and the sound of the wheels on the Impala up dust and stones in their hasty exit.
Sam felt sorry for her father, but it bothered him that the source of your anger out, basically, that Bobby knew how to deal with Sam and his brother. Bobby John queríaa not in their lives because he was good with them.
After three glorious weeks in which the boys alternated hard work and rewards to those who had used Bobby's, John returned to take them to the other side of countries , s. Sam did not hesitate to surround Bobby's chest with his long arms and bury your face there for a while as tears rolled down her cheeks of impotence. Sam could see then the pain in the eyes of his father and was invaded by an indecipherable tangle of feelings including guilt prevailed and satisfaction.
As they grow, John's left alone for periods of time more and more prolonged. The routine of soldiers was observed almost to the letter during his absence but had certain rules that Sam managed to escape. Consent and help of his brother, of course.
One of them was saying that Bobby should be called be reserved exclusively for cases of extreme emergency and only when they could not communicate with John. Bobby should be a last resort and in a way it was, because each month called Sam and Dean that he did, it was one of the few times when you felt completely normal. At school they had to pretend to be like his father demásy could only be what he wanted. Bobby could be themselves. Review the ways to keep evil spirits away from home was as important as talking about the great ratings que Sam había obtenido en su último examen, escuchar los detalles de cómo Dean había logrado conquistar a la niña más difícil del curso o tratar de mantenerse parcial cuando le pedían su opinión sobre el equipo de basketball favorito de cada uno. Sam recordaba las acaloradas discusiones que tenía con su hermano por el monopolio de la atención de Bobby. Recordaba la risa contenida del hombre y cómo siempre arreglaba la disputa pidiéndoles el número de teléfono de la nueva casucha u hotel de turno en el que se estaban quedando. Cuando al rato volvíaa phone ring, the two talked all the time they wanted. Sam always wondered why his father could not be a little more like Bobby.
The man with the beard and ever-present hat was so essential for life, when Sam looked for ways to get Bobby deep sleep in which he was, his first impulse was to ask help a. .. well, him. Sam felt a little silly about it but after thinking about it, realized that his reaction was logical. Bobby was far from being the last on his list as his father wanted.
After recent events, Sam retained the affection he felt for Bobby in the strangest of ways. I knew that if things were given as he expected, the man never forgive them nor perdonaríaa have given himself for his brother and him a little push in an address so reprehensible. Maybe even decide to put the two in the long list of undesirable just above the werewolves and below some demons.
Bobby Singer could solve delete them from your life forever and still continue to be a favorite of Sam because, although indirectly, helped him see what his brother felt for him.
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Sam and he had separated when they noticed the presence of the boy who had been seeking. After he had run together until, suddenly, what was once a thick forest became a narrow corridor hotel. The wallpaper and the oppressive atmosphere made the transition was almost imperceptible but unfortunately for Dean, tonight it did not take much to make you feel a little out of place. Less even after Sam witness the shameful instance in which one of the recurrent creations of his subconscious decided materialize before them.
Motivado por la culpa, Dean soñaba muy a menudo que no tenía un secreto que esconder. Dean era un hombre más que tenía una preciosa mujer que lo amaba y un hijo al cual cuidar. En el mundo de los sueños, Dean no era un pervertido.
Pero entre la falta de sueño, la mirada de lástima que su hermano le había dado al ver a Lisa, más el constante cambio de escenario, Dean no estaba preparado para enfrentarse a la noción de que Sam iba a estar dando vueltas por su cabeza y, quite possibly, learning with lurid details of how Dean was really twisted.
Sam had vehemently denied having seen anything extrañoy still going on without his brother screamed in disgust that caused him and emptied a magazine into the heart. Dean believed that this was the only viable way to develop the facts, but nothing similar had happened. In fact, Sam seemed to have stopped the whole thing back except for brief references to case, each restricted carefully to the parties that was related to his latest target: the Colts recovered the well-manicured but no less filthy hands of Bela.
His brother could avoid the issue all you want but Dean was able to bet with confidence Impala, Sam knew.
There was something about how sometimes he would stare. When Dean looked up, those eyes increasingly similar to those of a fox was upon him. Seemed to be considering, measuring, drawing conclusions. Most likely your brother would be assessing whether it was worth sharing these last months with the abomination that had proved to be his older brother.
Sam was fraying nerves. It was bad enough having all the pressure on what remained of his life to now having to listen to a new clock in the back of his brain. Each second about inexorably to heartbreaking outcome in which his brother, his little Sammy, I'd watch him with eyes full of hatred and disgust and abandon forever.
The time dragged on and Dean began to withdraw into himself. Sam avoided everything podíay it went from bar to bar trying to exorcise his own demons through the legs of waitresses, twins, library with hidden lives and tall men's hair long enough to sink his fingers into them. Dean and not wearing his trademark charisma to convince their colleagues on duty, went to the easy, setting out his intentions in two or three words and that was it.
Night after night the number of hours and people who used them in his futile search for peace and oblivion was increasing but nothing I did seemed to work, the vacíoy of desperation n with which they left was worse each time.
When he returned to the hotel, the look Sam gave him was what finished undoubtedly ruin things for him. In their eyes, those beautiful and damned eyes saw only dislike, anger and pity. Dean was convinced that his brother had decided to left alone to enjoy the sadistic spectacle that would make the dogs of hell when they came for him.
During the day, when the effect of alcohol was over, Dean was not looking at Sam and barely respondíaa questions with barely audible grunts. The food is not left in the stomach, his eyes were so sore she could not stand the light of any kind. Dean was dying in life and the process could not seem slower.
One night Dean left a bar on the arm of a woman who at other times not even have noticed. The only thing that had attracted her was that she had confessed to him how he liked to play rough and he looked strong enough to damage it.
Bumps and cuts that decorated his face and his body the next morning her brother had been distracted for just a moment. Alone had been enough to move a little so that Sam could feel the strong and unmistakable smell Dean goodbye to sex. Many things you could say it was Sam but never silly. He did not do much to realize the origin of the injury and when he did, he began to shout angrily. Dean had not heard a word.
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disturbed by the attitude of his brother and not knowing ed Elo get there how do listen to reason, Sam decided to try to observe and protect it from afar. Quietly slipped away in places frequented Dean and used all his skill to show reliable and safe. Thinking what he could from people who had previously been Dean and, after a few smiles and some innocent innuendo, Sam learned everything I needed to know. Dean playmates was different every night, men and women very different from each other but with one thing in common: a taste for rough sex. That explained everything.
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Eran las cinco de la tarde del día siguiente de una de las pocas noches en que Sam no había podido ir a vigilar a su hermano. Después de docenas de mensajes y cuantiosas llamadas sin atender al celular de Dean, Sam salió a la calle a buscarlo.
El sol ya se había ocultado hacía rato cuando finalmente vio el Impala estacionado frente a la puerta de una habitación de un hotel de mala muerte. Sam corrió hacia la habitación y al abrir la puerta se encontró con una imagen que lo dejaría paralizado de dolor y tristeza.
Dean, su hermano quien hasta no hacía demasiado era una fuerza de la naturaleza magnífica e implacable y dueño de una luz imposible de opacar, se encontraba de espaldas en la cama completamente desnudo y pálido excepto por las cuantiosas marcas y golpes que hablaban de semanas, meses de abuso. Sus caderas y muslos estaban llenos de moretones recién hechos con la forma brutal and huge fingers that had remained stationary. Among his legs apart, had crusts and clotted blood and the sheets were stained with burgundy color.
Sam felt sick and went to the trouble of the room. While emptying the contents of his stomach on the sidewalk, a frightening thought dragged him into a spiral of anguish and despair. The last man with whom Dean had been, had used and beaten unconscious.
Once Sam was sure volveríaa not vomit, he entered the study habitacióny quickly. The few cheap furniture and decorative objects that occupied the place were all in perfect condition and order, and the battery accommodated in which Dean had left his clothes. The leather jacket valued his brother was carefully hung on a chair. Sam looked at his wrists and ankles of his brother, then under her fingernails.
Sam felt a new wave of dizziness take over her entire body and this time failed to reach the door. On her knees, next to the bed where his brother was beside himself, Sam discharged his anxiety. The last man with whom Dean had been, had used and beaten unconscious. Dean had not tried to stop him.
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The incessant pounding on the door coupled with a voice that seemed familiar brought him the benefits of restless sleep I had been immersed.
"Dean!" - repeated the increasingly impatient voice. "Dean! Open the damn door or I swear ... "
a horrible headache that threatened to blow up what was left of his brain would not let him think and ached each of your mu muscles. Inhaled and exhaled air was become a painful process but when Dean finally opened his eyes, the absence of his brother in an unexpected visit habitacióny it panicked.
meant ignoring the agony that move, Dean jumped out of bed and ran to open the door.
"BobbydóndeestáSam?" - Dean breathed.
"Quiet Dean, your brother is in the cafeteria. "
" Thank God! " - the relief it did relax a bit and with it came the pain. "Let Bobby, happens. All that light is going to kill me. "
The silence and the watchful eye of Bobby with him as would wash. He looked worried and obviously quieter than usual.
so persecuted that he feared his presence had something to do with it knowing that his brother refused. While making the few steps that had the bathroom to his bed, Dean wondered if Bobby had gone to announce his decision to go with Elo's brother if Sam had sent him to do the dirty work and then Bobby would fill the chest lead. Before his latest idea, he felt Dean was lightened some of the pressure that oppressed his chest day and night. Suddenly all I wanted to do was to give a gun to Bobby and beg him out of his misery.
"Sam asked me to come." - Bobby said, ripping it away from her thoughts.
"Hmm ... any progress in Bela while I was sleeping?
"No. It has nothing to do with it, or maybe you. Tell me you, Dean. " - the weight of the gaze and tone of voice used Bobby reminded him that his father used when he had learned of a misdemeanor that Elo his brother had committed and wanted to make them confess.
"I do not know what you mean, Bobby."
"Do not play with me, Dean. Sam asked me to come and now I see exactly why. "
"Bobby." - Dean said exasperated.
"No, Dean." - Bobby growled the authoritative voice of it was capable. "I do not come to me with that. You can escape from your brother but not me. Tell me exactly what is happening and what I say now. "
Dean sat up slowly in bed, the pain that caused him the movement was almost unbearable. Bobby took a seat opposite him. Neither said anything.
was not just the pain now that would explode the brains of Dean. Bobby was there asking for explanations that Dean did not know how to respond. It was both what was happening and so little at a time, everything could be summed up in one tiny syllable.
Dean had come to the point that the few months of life remaining to him before the hounds of hell come to collect payment seemed an eternity. Was seriously considering ending his life with his own hands and speed the process, could not stand the tension, paranoia. The fear that Sam hated him was so great that he could not breathe. Hell seemed best prospect to tell Sam what he really thought of it. Nothing could be more terrible than Sam, his brother, the love of his life, the reason of its existence told how she was disgusted. The hatred in those beautiful eyes is the last thing would be Dean. Nothing could be more terrible than that. Nothing.
was dying to talk to someone about the horrible secret with which he had lived most of his life, he needed someone to listen and tell her how he felt about his brother was not an aberration, it was not something he deserved his death.
"Dean ..." - Bobby repeated this time placing a hand on his shoulder, both gestures loaded all the affection that the man had for him.
That was the exact moment that Dean knew he had three options.
could let things take their course until they lost their temper, dying by their own hands and leaving Sam alone with the inevitable emotional torture that is sure to be punished for for life. 'Why Why could not I save? Why not see it coming? So little faith in me that had decided to kill himself rather than continue waiting for help that I was not going to give? " Sam might hate each one of the bones of his brother perverted but sooner or later , find a way to return the many against itself. Because that's Sam, the Sam, able to blame all the ills of the world and carry them on their shoulders when nobody else would.
O;
Sam and Dean try to explain that he would never cause for concern because if it was true that she loved him in ways that two brothers should never, never Dean act on those instincts and neither would in the future. Dean could beg and ask as a last wish to let him spend his last days with him. Could pretend that nothing had changed, and if Sam was able to give you at least that lie, Dean would be happier than he had been since getting the call from the hospital informing them of the situation Bobby.
O;
That Sam appropriate.
Dean began to laugh uncontrollably. Bobby looked at him quite puzzled.
"Dean! Boy! What is happening to you? "
"Come on, Bobby!" - Dean offered after a moment. "I do not think it's a surprise that a man destined to die in the worst ways to become a little crazy before the day comes."
"Dean ... I told you not play with me. I know that this is true but I know that excuse does not apply in your case. Dean, I just want to help. Your brother wants help you. "
" Sam? I doubt that ... " - Dean ended the sentence abruptly. Had been too busy trying to explain his behavior that Bobby realized he was about to give all the material that the man needed to continue the interrogation. It was too late, it was clear in the way Bobby was watching him.
"Why would hesitate Sam? The boy is moving land and sea for you, Dean. Is so desperate to find a solution that worries me what extremes can reach and you doubt it. Here's something you're not telling me. Is evident. "
Dean pulled away from the hand that had held firm on his shoulder, feeling the moan of each of your muscles, up to go to the window. The radiant light of day seemed too inappropriate for this conversation but preferred the discomfort in the eyes and poetic inconsistency before the close of Bobby.
"Dean ... why do not you think that Sam would help? Has it done anything to prove to the contrary?
"No. Sam did nothing. " - Dean was quick to assert and then finish the sentence in his head " and that is exactly the problem. "
" So what you have done something ...? What do you think Dean has done? What are you blaming this time? "
Bobby was getting too close to the point and Dean was beginning to suspect once again that all already knew and were laughing at his expense.
"Look, Bobby. I know that say they just want to help but ... "
Bobby rose from his chair dazed and shaking his arms in the air raised its voice. "Now you doubt me? Dean Winchester! You know me I'm not the bush and say it like it is. If I say I want to help is because I want to. If you do not like or have something else in mind and you would have aware stupid whelp! "
The man kept muttering under his breath something about the stubborn and stupid they were and did not know Winchester why he kept letting him headaches that gave him and more complaints in the same style. I was so angry that he sat down and got up from the same chair a few times until he decided to take a seat on the bed. He took off his hat, rapidly passed hand through his hair and was visibly calmer, snorting it clapped again.
Dean knew he had erred in judging the intentions of Bobby.
"There is no way you can help me. No one can. "
" Dean. "
" No. Listen Bobby. I have certain things in mind with whom I fought all my life and now when I have so little, it becomes more difficult to live with them. "
"If I can not help then maybe Sam ..."
"No, Bobby. Thing we desire in the world is that Sam knows about this, okay? The only thing he traeríaa would be problems. "
" Why do not want to cause trouble, eh? And that is why you are destroying in this way? Do you think you're making things easy for your brother doing to knock you out you hit? Do not you think Sam has enough trying to save your hide for you to go and gave it to the first that you are crossing your path? Come on, Dean, I felt a little smarter than that. Whatever it is that which ... "
Bobby sentence ended abruptly. His face and body position were the unmistakable signs of someone who had come to an obvious conclusion, one absolute truth that he had been revolted and had not has seen up to that moment.
"Oh, Dean. Dean, boy. I know you've been through many things that have left their mark on you, the hunter's life tends to make one that, but I think what you are disturbing is something that has to do with demons or spirits that can remove salt. If you're flogging in this way, if you feel so ... guilty? - Upon hearing that word, Dean Hunter confirmed the suspicions of a leap as if he had been burned with a hot iron. Bobby went on with ever greater conviction.
"Whatever is causing this should be something much bigger and even more important to you. And Dean?, is not difficult to realize that there is one thing in the world that falls into that category for you. Dean, for you that can only be Sam. And if you prefer to die before he gets to know what that really is happening, I think it is happening to you. "
leave their place beside the window, Dean looked at Bobby with his eyes full of panic. Was this what they felt the animals in the road when approaching death them with its bright lights?
"Dean forgive me if I'm wrong, but I doubt that this is because it is something I have suspected for a long time ago and probably much more than that but you can imagine ... "
" Bobby, please. No. " - Dean brought his hands to his ears as if they could thereby protect themselves from the nightmare that Bobby seemed about to describe with words real.
"Oh, God! I'm right. I have always been, is not it? - the voice of the hunter was all sadness. You're in love with your brother and after that Sam gave short walk through your head, you are afraid you have already learned. The guilt is killing you and not know how he can react. "
Dean paled even more. Bobby's words seeped through his fingers and hit him harder than any of his past conquests. He stood there, staring at the floor and hands clasped to the sides of his head during what may have been centuries or seconds, the mind absolutely blank.
Bobby Dean approached carefully. The poor boy seemed to have gone into shock and the last thing wanted man was contrary even more.
"Dean? - Bobby said softly. Receiving no answer, repeated over and over again the name until Dean raised his head slowly. His eyes were unfocused, it was clear they were not registering anything. With great care and without making any sudden moves, Bobby Dean took his hands from where it had been glued to their ears.
The move worked as Dean began to regain consciousness. First saw her hands now were on the side of his body, then returned the acute physical suffering had hitherto forgotten and later noticed the presence so close to Bobby that took him by surprise and tripped over his own feet and falling to the floor.
A groan of pain escaped from his throat but when Bobby came up to him to try to help him, took his hands off the old hunter and made an almost inhuman effort to back to his feet.
Long minutes passed without either of them say anything. So many that Bobby decided to put some distance between the two and sit back in one of the beds to wait until Dean decides to break the silence.
Supported backs to the wall, legs about to buckle under him again, Dean confessed in a voice barely audible: - "What scares me most in this now is that Sam will leave me. "
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