Fic: Long Way Home

Author: Joel_W
Rating: T
Disclaimer:I don’t own any Supernatural characters. But I wish I do own them..
Genre: Angst/Drama
Author’s Note: All mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy it!


The air in Wisconsin was still foggy when the Winchester brothers got on their car and headed to Lawrence City, Kansas. The sun’s not yet up and the only available sound were the shuffling of the trees and the Impala’s engine. Dean drove slowly, cruising along the road path. After a few minutes, he rummaged through his cassette tape collection, trying to find something. He pulled up the ACDC cassette and put them on the tape player, setting them on the loudest. Highway To Hell filled the cold air with its melody.

“Do you mind, Dean?” Sam looked agitated, it’s not a surprise anymore, he hated Dean’s music.

“What?”

“That!” Sam pointed to tape player.

“Oh that, why? You got a problem with that?” he looked at Sam and smirked.

Sam shot Dean an annoyed look. He’s not in a good mood and Dean decided to play games with him.

“Wow Sam, you could actually kill me with those bulging eyes,” Dean joked.

"Please, Dean. Just please, can you turn the volume down?” said Sam seriously.

“Okay...okay... Geez, what’s wrong with you? One minute you’re okay and another you looks like you’re going to explode.”

“Nothing... I just had a lot in my mind lately.”

“Is it about my deal? Sam, I told you to drop it.”

“Well, I can’t Dean!”

“Why not?!” Dean shot back. Sam quickly turned the tape player off.

“You’re my brother and I’m not letting you die without doing anything. So you can just sit with your thumbs up on your ass or you can help me to save you!” said Sam, he shot his brother with an angry look. The only respond he got was a surprised glanced from his older brother. “You can’t just sold your soul to help me and told me not to do anything. I’m going to save you, like it or not.” He added. If he’s going to poured out his thoughts, now would be the right time.

“Don’t, Sam.” The older Winchester pleaded. “If we do anything to get my ass out from the deal, you’ll…” he stopped for a few second. “You’ll drop dead. Just like that and I’ll lose you. Again…” Dean can felt his eyes are burning and filled with tears. “I can’t lose you, not again.” He remembered what it felt when he lost his brother. Even if it was for a few hours, it felt like a year.

“I can’t lose you too, Dean!” Sam shot back. “I’ve lost Dad and now I have to lose you too?”

“If you noticed, I’ve lost you two..”

Sam regretted saying that. He knew that Dean had experienced it. His death and Dad’s. If he was Dean, he wouldn’t know what to do. But that still didn’t give Dean the right to offered his soul for the exchange. He was angry at him. No, he was mad. How could he leave him, that selfish bastard.

“I’m going to get you out from your deal, you hear me, Dean?” He’s not getting a response from his brother. “Dean! You hear me? And I don’t want you to make any stupid plans, okay? Just hear me out this time, I promise I’ll get you out.”
  
"Yeah, I hear you, Sam."

“Good.” They didn’t noticed that the sun is already up, providing light for the road. “Now that you finally agree to save your life, let’s change your habit a little bit.” said Sam half jokingly.

“What habit?”

“Your eating habit. You’ll need healthier food. And that means no more junk food for you. No more bacon cheeseburger for breakfast,”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.. You giving orders already?!”

“Yep, and you better deal with it, otherwise...” Sam stopped.

“Otherwise what?”

“Well, you’ve been warned before...” Sam smirked.

“Bite me.” Dean turns the music on again. He’s singing to the Highway To Hell refrain. Sam gave a low chuckled and closed his ears. Dean watched his brother doing that and he’s singing louder for his brother to hear. This is going to be a long way home..

-The End-