Blow

"I believe in us, Dean."

There are so many more thing he wants to say. Or maybe yell. There are so many more words he could use—could use to express how he feels. What he thinks.

His brother looks away.

Or maybe there aren't; perhaps he is unable to. At this very moment, at least. Maybe later. Yeah, later. But then—

Then—

He throws a punch. Putting it all in that one motion; because at this moment, he has run out of words; can't find anything more to say. Not at this moment. Not when his brother, his big brother, is standing there, looking elsewhere but at Sam, ready to throw it all away. Acting like it all doesn't matter. That his own life is just something to toss aside. Again. That there is nothing else left.

Dean stumbles backward a few steps, looking a little surprised. It's a bit satisfying. Or maybe not.

"I believe in us!"

His throat aches, and he takes another swing.

This time Dean catches him. Like always. And next, he's wrapped up into a hug. Dean.

"Why don't you believe in us, too?!"

He gasps for air, lungs suddenly starving, mind swirling.

There are a few heartbeats of silence.

"Okay, Sam... let's go home."

"Let's go home."

And with those words, his anger drains away, leaving him behind depleted and exhausted, the white-hot and desperate fury once again being replaced with endless acing grief.

And they return home. But not before Dean makes him promise; to do what he can't do now. To do what he has to do when that day arrives.

And the tears come, salty and scalding, but they return home. Together. The three of them.

As it should be.

Let's go home.

Oh my... this scene was just so powerful and heartbreaking. I had to write something.

All the mistakes are mine.