*So I'm taking a lot of liberties with your prompt, but hopefully it's close to what you were looking for. I kind of combined yours and some others I saw.*
Sam’s gut reaction was to storm out of the lab and demand answers from the remaining leviathans before he beheaded each and every one. He definitely would have done just that if it wasn’t for the quiet voice he heard when he reached for the machete in his holster. It sounded so familiar, so comforting, and the next thing he knew he had somehow made it to the impala.
The second his hand reached the cool metal on the damaged car Sam heard the voice again; louder this time.
It’s all over now, baby.
Sam spun around to find the parking lot still empty, but when he turned back to the car there was a dark figure sitting in the passenger’s side. Someplace in the back of Sam’s mind there was a piece of remaining sanity that shouted at him not to believe his eyes—or his ears. Then there was that voice saying come on, Sammy, move your ass and he could never ignore that voice.
“Dean?” He whispered as he slid into the driver’s seat. “How’d you get out here?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions.”
“I thought you were gone.” Sam couldn’t move. He sat there staring at his brother.
“Can’t get rid of me that easy.”
“What do we do now?” He turned his eyes just long enough to scan the immediate area. “The leviathans are still out there.”
“Well, they’re monsters and what do we do to monsters, Sam?”
“Kill them.”
“There’s your answer.”
He nodded slowly as his hand twitched over the holster. There weren’t any leviathans around that he could spot, but he was sure most of them were still inside. He turned back to Dean and just watched his brother for a second before interrupting the moment.
“Thanks for coming back, Dean,” Sam said softly. His head dropped and he ran a shaky hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do next.”
“You finish what we started,” Dean ordered. “And be careful, Sammy.”
When Dean reached for the door Sam reached for his arm. The two shared a long moment of silence; they’re eyes saying everything their words couldn’t. Sam opened his mouth to speak, but it got caught in his throat.
“Dean,” he choked, “please don’t go.”
“I’ll be there when you need me, Sam.”
“Where?” Sam asked.
“Hey,” Dean pushed his fist into Sam’s shoulder with a smile. “What did I say about asking stupid questions?”
“I’ll find you, Dean.”
“Of course you will, Sammy.” Dean’s smile brightened. “If anyone can it’s you. Not until you kill the rest of those damn mutations though.”
“Dean,” Sam started. “I can’t.”
“You will.” Dean demanded. “The world needs a hero again, and you’re just the man for the job. ”
“But I can’t do it alone.” Sam stared down at his hands.
“Does it look like you’re alone?” Dean asked. Sam slowly looked up with a hesitant smile. “Let’s go get those sons of bitches!”
He didn’t have a plan of action and he had no idea where to begin. It was definitely crazy, and for the first time in years Sam was okay with crazy. He wasn’t alone and that’s all that mattered now.
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Sam’s gut reaction was to storm out of the lab and demand answers from the remaining leviathans before he beheaded each and every one. He definitely would have done just that if it wasn’t for the quiet voice he heard when he reached for the machete in his holster. It sounded so familiar, so comforting, and the next thing he knew he had somehow made it to the impala.
The second his hand reached the cool metal on the damaged car Sam heard the voice again; louder this time.
It’s all over now, baby.
Sam spun around to find the parking lot still empty, but when he turned back to the car there was a dark figure sitting in the passenger’s side. Someplace in the back of Sam’s mind there was a piece of remaining sanity that shouted at him not to believe his eyes—or his ears. Then there was that voice saying come on, Sammy, move your ass and he could never ignore that voice.
“Dean?” He whispered as he slid into the driver’s seat. “How’d you get out here?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions.”
“I thought you were gone.” Sam couldn’t move. He sat there staring at his brother.
“Can’t get rid of me that easy.”
“What do we do now?” He turned his eyes just long enough to scan the immediate area. “The leviathans are still out there.”
“Well, they’re monsters and what do we do to monsters, Sam?”
“Kill them.”
“There’s your answer.”
He nodded slowly as his hand twitched over the holster. There weren’t any leviathans around that he could spot, but he was sure most of them were still inside. He turned back to Dean and just watched his brother for a second before interrupting the moment.
“Thanks for coming back, Dean,” Sam said softly. His head dropped and he ran a shaky hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do next.”
“You finish what we started,” Dean ordered. “And be careful, Sammy.”
When Dean reached for the door Sam reached for his arm. The two shared a long moment of silence; they’re eyes saying everything their words couldn’t. Sam opened his mouth to speak, but it got caught in his throat.
“Dean,” he choked, “please don’t go.”
“I’ll be there when you need me, Sam.”
“Where?” Sam asked.
“Hey,” Dean pushed his fist into Sam’s shoulder with a smile. “What did I say about asking stupid questions?”
“I’ll find you, Dean.”
“Of course you will, Sammy.” Dean’s smile brightened. “If anyone can it’s you. Not until you kill the rest of those damn mutations though.”
“Dean,” Sam started. “I can’t.”
“You will.” Dean demanded. “The world needs a hero again, and you’re just the man for the job. ”
“But I can’t do it alone.” Sam stared down at his hands.
“Does it look like you’re alone?” Dean asked. Sam slowly looked up with a hesitant smile. “Let’s go get those sons of bitches!”
He didn’t have a plan of action and he had no idea where to begin. It was definitely crazy, and for the first time in years Sam was okay with crazy. He wasn’t alone and that’s all that mattered now.