Woman in White
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Previously on Supernatural- “Dean” Bobby called as he wheeled into the room, “you about ready to…” he stopped as he took in the scene in front of him. It had been a long time since he’d seen Sammy lying snuggled into Dean’s side like that. Chuckling, he quietly pulled his cell phone out of his shirt pocket and snapped a couple of photos before backing out of the room so his boys could rest. Everything else could wait.
Dean sighed as he turned onto the Singer Salvage driveway late in the evening. After two grueling days of driving, they were finally home and he couldn’t be happier. While he usually loved the open road and the feeling of freedom that came with it, Vonnie’s RV left a lot to be desired. The eldest Winchester was more than ready to get out of the uncomfortable piece of crap. The hard to maneuver monstrosity had nothing on his smooth riding baby.
One good thing had come out of the drive though; he had had plenty of time to think. Dean had spent a large part of his driving time mulling over the conversation with Rufus and it hadn’t taken him long to come to the conclusion that the older hunter was right. The blame for starting the Apocalypse did not rest solely on his little brother’s shoulders. Yes, Sam had broken the last seal, but it was the last one. What about the sixty-four others that the demons and probably some angels broke? Sammy had nothing to do with those. Heck, when the kid killed Lilith, he thought he was stopping the Apocalypse, not starting it. And thinking back on that time brought up another point. Just how did Sam get out of the panic room in the first place? Dean knew Bobby would never have let him out and there was no way a demon could have touched the doors. Which left only one group; the angels. Zach must have sent one of his flunkies to open the door after he’d zapped Dean to the green room. The jerk did say he would give Sammy the nudge he needed to make sure he did what they wanted. He guessed that nudge had been opening the door. Or maybe they did something to the message Dean sent Sam right before it happened. He wouldn’t put it past old Zach. And considering how his brother flinched at the mere mention of it, it made perfect sense. He’d have to have a nice, long talk with Sam about that. If he ever got Sam back, that is. ‘Not if, when’ Dean mentally corrected. He loved little Sammy to death, but he was really starting to miss adult Sam. He wanted his sasquatch back. And he would get him back. He was sure of it. It was just gonna take some time, that’s all. And then when Sam was 100% fighting fit mentally and physically, they were going to sit down and have that talk. He was gonna make…
“Penny for your thoughts” Vonnie offered, snickering as the oldest Winchester startled.
Dean glanced up at Vonnie as he stopped the RV right in front of Bobby’s porch. “Huh?” he asked.
Vonnie took a seat beside the hunter. “I said a penny for your thoughts.” She repeated. “You looked like you were trying to figure out how to solve all the world’s ills.”
“Not all” Dean corrected, swiveling his chair around to face his friend. “Just one problem I need to solve to make my world right and that’s getting my grown brother back to his adult self.”
“You will, Dean. It’s just going to take a little time. Once Sam realizes his safe with his family, he’ll go back to his old, lovable self.” The nurse assured the worried Winchester.
“Now see, that right there is what’s bugging me. I’ve protected him since dad laid baby Sammy in my arms that night. If there’s anything Sam should feel with me it’s safe.” Dean told her.
“Dean, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant…”
“I know” the eldest Winchester interrupted. “But that doesn’t make it untrue. The doc said he thought the amnesia could be partly a result of what was happening before the beating; that Sam’s subconscious was trying to protect him from something bad that happened. And I think he’s right about that. I think Sam’s subconscious picked this particular age for a reason. When Sammy was little, he could do no wrong in my eyes. Sure I got ticked with him from time to time, but I could never stay mad at the little guy. All he had to do was look at me with those big puppy eyes of his and I’d cave. Didn’t matter what he’d done. I remember one time when he was six Sam took this really wicked looking pocket knife dad gave me for my birthday. He wasn’t trying to be mean or anything; he just wanted to show it to his friends. Anyway, he takes it to the park and has his little show and tell session. Everything goes fine until one of the kids jerk of an older brother shows up with his posse. He takes one look at the custom made knife and decides he should have it. So he knocks Sammy down and snitches it. Sam comes home all upset but all he’ll tell me is some big boy pushed him down. He doesn’t say a word about my knife; not even a couple of hours later when he sees me searching for it. Sam didn’t admit to taking the knife until dad got home and threatened to tan my hide for losing a valuable piece of hunting equipment. As soon as dad put his hand on my shoulder, Sammy burst into tears and the whole story came tumbling out. I was so mad at him, I couldn’t see straight. Didn’t talk to him for days after that. But then I get to school one day and find a note in my lunch bag from the kid telling me how sorry he was and asking if I was gonna hate him forever. That was all it took. I left my lunch sitting there and found Sammy; told him that I might be mad but I could never hate him. I told him he was my little brother and that there was nothing he could ever do that would make me hate him. I promised him that I’d always love him, no matter what. And I kept that promise until this past year.”
“Dean, you didn’t…”
“Yes, I did.” Dean vehemently stated. “I let angels and demons convince me to destroy the bond between me and Sam.”
“Honey, that wasn’t all your doing. From what Bobby’s told me, Sam shoulders just as much blame as you do. And the demons and angels are more at fault than either or you. You both were tricked and manipulated into doing what they wanted you to do.” Vonnie pointed out. “There was nothing you could do to stop it.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. There is something I could have done. I could have believed in my brother.” Dean corrected. “Sam may have been doing the wrong thing but I should have realized he had a good reason. Sammy has a bad habit of doing all the wrong things for the right reasons. I should have remembered that. It would have saved us all a lot of heartache.”
“Okay, that’s enough. You have to stop this, Dean. Blaming yourself for something you had no control over isn’t going to help Sam now.” Vonnie firmly stated. Seeing the young man start to object, she silenced him with a look. “I mean it. You can’t change the past. It happened. You have to move on. Stop thinking about what you could have done and start thinking about what you need to do now.”
“That’s some mighty good advice. I’d listen to her if I were you.” Josh said from behind the pair.
“He’s right, Dean” Ellen chimed in.
“I know” Dean agreed. “And I will. It’s just hard, you know?”
“We know, kid. We know.” Josh said, patting the younger man’s shoulder. “Now if we’re through with this Oprah moment, can we please get a move on? I’d like to get Sam out of this RV and settled in bed sometime in this century.”
“Alright, alright. Geez, it sounds like somebody needs a nap” Dean quipped as he climbed out of the driver’s seat. Ducking the swat that came his way, he grinned at his friend before walking over to the chair by the door where Bobby was waiting. “You ready to get outta here, Old Man?”
“I’d watch it if I were you, boy. I may be old but I can still kick your a$$.” Bobby scoffed, crossing his arms. “Got it?”
“Got it. No more teasing the grumpy old men” Dean said, smirking at the ‘smarta$$ idgit’ Bobby muttered. Taking up his position on one side of the injured hunter, the eldest Winchester slid one arm around the man’s back and the other under his knees. He waited for Josh to get in position and give the signal before lifting Bobby. The two carefully carried him down the RV steps and deposited him in his waiting wheelchair. They then went back inside for Sam. Maneuvering the tall, lanky man out of the RV and into a second wheelchair was much harder but they managed to complete the task without waking the sleeping boy. Once Sam was comfortably settled, Dean walked around behind the chair. He grabbed the handles and slowly wheeled his little brother up the ramp and into Bobby’s house. Pushing Sam into the living room, Dean did a double take. The small room had been totally rearranged! The sparse furniture had been shoved to the side or taken out completely to accommodate the large hospital bed now resting in the middle of the room. “What the…how did...who did all this?”
“Jensen and Shelby wanted to help so they set this up while we were gone. Shelby even talked her new boyfriend, Jared into helping them.” Vonnie replied. “They were going to put it in the upstairs bedroom but they thought it might be easier for Sam to be on the ground floor. I hope you guys don’t mind.”
“Vonnie, this is, this is great! Thank you.” Dean said, hugging the young nurse.
“Yeah, thanks Vonnie. And tell Jensen and Shelby and her friend thank you for us, too.” Bobby said.
“I will. Now what do you say we get Sammy tucked into his new bed?” Vonnie suggested.
“Good idea” Josh stated. He pushed the chair a little closer to the bed and helped Dean wrangle his sleeping brother onto the bed before stepping back to let the elder Winchester do his thing.
Dean gently pulled the blanket up to Sam’s chin and tucked it securely around him. Leaning over, he brushed a stray bang out of the younger man’s eyes. “Have a good nap, kiddo” he whispered. He lightly patted his brother’s chest before standing and walking the couple of steps to the recliner. The hunter scooted the chair even closer to the bed and then tiredly sank down onto it. Reaching across the space between the two pieces of furniture, Dean grasped his little brother’s hand and settled in for an evening of Sammy watching.