Sam sighed, trying to collect his thoughts before he said something that would really hurt Dean. "You've done an awesome job taking care of me, you know that. And you should also know that I don't want to freak you out. But watching me like a hawk isn't going to keep me from getting hurt."
"Maybe it's something I need to do, okay? It was two days ago, Sammy. Two days. How would you have felt if I told you to go away and stop bothering me right after I got back from Manticore?"
"Gee, I don't know," Sam said sarcastically. "Does telling me that you're fine when I knew that you probably weren't count as telling me to go away? Because in that case, I felt guilty as hell, but I stopped questioning you, and I stopped checking up, just like you seemed to want me to."
"Well, I'm fine too. As much as I physically can be at this point. And tomorrow, I'll be even more fine. And eventually, I'll be completely fine, like nothing happened at all."
"I don't want you to go away," Sam said sincerely. "But I also don't want you to go back to this idea that I need to be monitored constantly. There has to be a place of concern somewhere in the middle, where you're just checking up on me because you're concerned about my health at the moment, and not because you feel like you have to watch over me."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked. "You act like this is a regular occurrence, and it's not. I haven't gotten hurt like this at all since we got here."
Another shake of the head. "Not here. Before." And now Dean was wishing Sammy would tell him to go away because this was the last thing he wanted to talk about.
Sam was silent for a few moments, trying hard to think of what Dean was talking about, but nothing came to him. "Before when?" he asked, almost all traces of anger gone as his curiosity took over.
Great. Now he wanted to talk. Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair. That would teach him to open his big mouth. "Do you remember when we were in Winsconsin when you were five?"
Dean sighed and took a deep breath. He really didn't want to talk about this, but if it could make Samy understand why he needed to look out for him....
"Dad was gone hunting a striga. You and I had been cooped up in that motel room for three days and I was climbing the walls. Dad had told me not to leave the room, but I just needed to get out, get some air. So after you were asleep, I took the key, made sure the door was locked and went and played video games in the restaurant attached to the motel.
"I wasn't gone all that long, not really, but when I got back, there was this weird light coming from the bedroom where you were. It was the striga -- it had you and was feeding off you -- sucking up your life essence." That particular image was still burned into Dean's retina. He had nightmares about it for months after and it still occasionally popped up into his bad dreams even now.
Sam stared at Dean for a moment, trying to see if he could recall any of that. "I don't remember that," he said. "Did you waste it? Since...you know, I'm okay."
Dean shook his head. "I got the rifle that Dad left loaded for me and pointed it at the thing, but then I froze. If Dad hadn't come back just then, guns ablazing and chased it off, you'd've been a goner."
Sam looked at Dean, trying to pick his words carefully. "Is that what all of this about? You don't think it was your fault that I almost got hurt, do you?"
"I was supposed to look after you Sammy. Stay with you. I disobeyed Dad and went out and you almost died." Dean hadn't been looking at his brother -- couldn't to get through that story -- but now he move his gaze to meet Sammy's. "Dad never looked at me the same again after that. He was right not to -- I almost got you killed and because of me, he stopped the hunt and took us to Pastor Jim's and the striga got away. So any other kid it's killed since then is my fault too."
"No, Dean. You're wrong," Sam said. "You're wrong about all of that. Dad had no right to look at you differently, and it's not your fault if anyone else has died. You were a kid! You weren't old enough to be responsible for taking care of me, no matter what Dad might have said, and I didn't know that then, but I know it now. It wasn't your fault."
Dean shook his head. "Being a kid isn't an excuse. He trusted me -- trusted that I could handle the responsibility. Trusted me to keep you safe. I'm not going to fail again."
"Being a kid is an excuse! You're not going to fail, Dean. I don't think you failed the first time, but I know after everything Dad's drilled into you, you're not going to believe me." Sam sighed, looking at Dean seriously. "What do you expect from me? To just let you watch my every move?"
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"Dad was gone hunting a striga. You and I had been cooped up in that motel room for three days and I was climbing the walls. Dad had told me not to leave the room, but I just needed to get out, get some air. So after you were asleep, I took the key, made sure the door was locked and went and played video games in the restaurant attached to the motel.
"I wasn't gone all that long, not really, but when I got back, there was this weird light coming from the bedroom where you were. It was the striga -- it had you and was feeding off you -- sucking up your life essence." That particular image was still burned into Dean's retina. He had nightmares about it for months after and it still occasionally popped up into his bad dreams even now.
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