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Sons 1/1

AUTHOR:scullspeare
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Missing scene from 12.02 Mamma Mia. The brothers talk ... about Dean - and their mom - being back from the dead. And yeah, there just might be a bro hug.
SPOILERS: Refers to events in 12.01 Keep Calm and Carry On and 12.02 Mamma Mia
WORD COUNT: 2,000
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you look at the first two episodes of Season 12 as one story, we were a tad short-changed in emotional payoffs, most notably the brothers' reunion. Sigh. This is my humble attempt to fill in that blank. If you felt the same way, I hope this helps.



Sam watched Mick follow Toni up the cellar stairs.

"No argument, Lady Bevell went too far. I deeply apologize."

Too far.

Images spun through Sam's head, each one raw and visceral ... the bullet ripping through his leg … the water torture that stole his body heat faster than he'd ever thought possible … the emotionless face of that other woman as she'd taken a blowtorch to his foot....

Sam shifted his weight subconsciously and his breathing hitched as pain flared through burned skin and torn muscle.

"Sammy?" Dean's hand was on his arm, concern clear in his voice.

Sam's vision blurred, the two Brits becoming four as they disappeared through the door at the top of the stairs. As the door closed behind them, his legs gave out.

"Sam!"

Multiple voices called out his name, each echoing around him as he went down. Somehow his brother caught him, breaking his fall and landing on the floor beside him. Sam ended up on his ass, legs splayed out in front of him and slumped against Dean.

"Hey..." Dean, his arm locked around Sam's back, fingers wrapped in his blood-stained shirt, was staring worriedly down at him.

Sam closed his eyes, inhaling deeply to chase away the dizziness, to shut out the pain. His head pressed against Dean's chest, he focused on the rapid beating of his brother's heart; he'd been so sure Dean was dead, he needed every beat to convince himself this wasn't just another cruel hallucination."

He jumped when fingers were pressed against his neck in search of a pulse. "It's OK." Sam opened his eyes and gently pushed away Dean's hand. "I'm … good."

Dean raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh yeah, you're ready for the freaking Boston Marathon."

Aided by his brother, Sam slowly sat up. His mom - his mom! - knelt at his right, her face mirroring Dean's concern. Cas, moving in quickly from the far side of the room, stood in front of them.

Sam stared at Mary. "You're … real?" He reached out, inhaling sharply when his shaking hand touched her face. "How-"

"Amara wanted to say thanks for getting her and Chuck back on speaking terms. The next thing I know, I'm not a bomb anymore and Mom shows up." Dean shook his head. "The how part is a little beyond my pay grade."

The worry lines on Mary's face deepened as she studied Sam's battered body and bloody clothes. "You've been shot, you've... God knows what else they did to you. We need to get you to a hospital."

Sam shook his head. "No, I- "

Dean cut off his brother's protest with a hand to Sam's chest. "We don't need a hospital." He offered Mary a reassuring smile. "We have something better. Cas?"

Cas nodded. Crouching beside the brothers, he reached out and touched Sam's forehead.

Sam felt the now familiar warmth spread through him, quelling burn-fuelled nausea, dulling pain, clearing drug-induced fog and chasing away the chill of fever. Cuts, burns and bruises healed and as the warmth faded, Sam again slumped against his brother.

"Sammy?"

"I'm fine." Sam again pushed himself up. "Really. I'm just … beat."

"Yeah, torture will do that to you." Dean glanced again at Cas. "You sure he's good?"

Cas nodded. "Physically, he's healed but he will need rest before his batteries are at full charge."

Mary reached for Sam's face, for the healthy skin that just moments before had been bloody and flayed open, but pulled back her hand as unfamiliarity overrode instinct. "How-"

"One of the benefits of having an angel on the team." Dean turned again to Cas and gestured to Mary's split lip and bruised forehead. "You got enough juice left to fix Mom too?"

Cas frowned. "I don't have juice but I can heal her." He pressed his fingers to Mary's forehead, the battle scars from her fight with Toni fading quickly beneath his touch.

"You … I..." It all seemed too much for Mary who just stared at Cas."Thank you doesn't seem to cut it."

"We're hunters, we don't get thanked." Cas was as deadpan as always. He leaned toward Mary conspiratorially. "But I believe that if that woman had not used spellwork, you would have won that fight. You clearly had the top hand."

"Upper hand, Cas. Upper hand." Dean smiled at Mary. "But he's right about the fight, Mom. There's not much rust on you."

"It's just ... instinct. When someone threatens your family..." Mary's expression was haunted as her gaze travelled from Dean to Sam.

"Mom..." The word sounded so foreign coming out of Sam's mouth.

Mary turned to him.

Sam just stared at her. "I..." All his life he'd dreamed of having his mom back. Now here she was and he had no clue what to say.

"You're exhausted." Mary smiled softly, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "We have a lot to talk about but there's nothing that can't wait until after we get you home and you get some rest." She turned to Dean. "Stay with your brother while he gets his bearings. I'll get the car."

Dean's eyebrow quirked. "My car?"

"Dean, I drove it all the time before you..." Mary's gaze travelled from one son to the other, the haunted expression back. "Before you both were born." She held out her hand. "Please."

When Dean still hesitated, Cas leaned in towards Mary. "Dean has control issues. He won't let me drive either."

Dean glared at Cas, while Sam bit back a smile. "Dean, come on."

Dean fished the keys from this pocket and dropped them in Mary's palm, still glaring at Cas.

Mary nodded. "I'll be right back."

"Your mother is a strong woman." Cas pushed himself up as he watched Mary leave. "It's good that you have her back."

"Damn straight it is – but it doesn't mean I like her driving my car." Dean frowned as, like Mary, the angel headed for the stairs. "Now where the hell are you going?"

"I will follow the Man and Woman of Letters, make sure they leave the country as promised." Cas glanced back at the brothers. "I think the man's olive branch is broken."

Dean snorted. "Bad metaphor, good instinct. But they got a decent head start – you sure you can catch'em?"

"If put my foot to the metal, I can." Cas nodded at the brothers as he reached the top of the stairs. "Get better, Sam."

With that, Cas was gone.

Sam smiled tiredly. "You think he'll ever figure out English?"

"Not in our lifetime."

Suddenly, like so often in their lives, it was just the two of them.

For a few moments neither brother said anything.

"What the hell did they do to you, Sammy?" The quiet fury in Dean's voice was barely controlled as he stared up at the ceiling and the jury-rigged shower.

"Doesn't matter. Pain is... just pain – that I could handle." Sam glanced around the cellar. "But at one point she left me here and it hit me…. You were gone and I was..."

Alone. It was another word his throat seemed to close around. His gaze travelled again to the cellar stairs. "And then suddenly you were there … and as much as I wanted you back, a part of me didn't want to believe you were real."

Again, he screwed his eyes closed, this time trying to shut out the echo of Toni's voice.

"I'm as happy to see him as you are." Toni had given his brother a shove, forcing him to stumble down the stairs. "Because while you may be able to withstand me snapping apart your body joint by joint, can you watch it happen to Dean?"

He couldn't, and she knew it.

"You know I walked into her trap on purpose, right?" Dean grinned. "Best way to find you – have her deliver me right to you."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "And you showing up in shackles - that was all part of the plan?"

His bluff called, Dean's grin faded and he shrugged. "She had this trap thing … a spell, I guess. Anyway, whatever the hell it was, when we get back to the bunker, we're going through the books to figure it out and add it to our arsenal. Once we get Mom settled in, that is."

Mom. Sam's breath hitched. "Mom ... where … how-"

"Like I said, Sammy, I got no clue." Dean's gaze stayed at the top of the stairs. "She came back, then you were gone so I didn't exactly have much time to process. Now…." His voice trailed off. "Now I'm just trying to figure out how to be her kid."

Sam's voice was quiet. "You are her kid."

"I know... I know but..." Dean was staring at the door Mary had disappeared through, like she might not be there when they followed her out of the cellar . "I mean, with you, I'm a brother. With Dad, I was a soldier, and at work, I'm a hunter – I know what to do, I know who I am. But with her … with Mom ... I don't know how to be-"

"A son?" Sam dropped his head back, resting on his brother's shoulder, sensing it was now Dean who needed the comfort. "I'm with you on that one. But it can't be easy for her either. I mean, we're not exactly the little kids she left behind." He tried a smile. "But we'll … we'll figure it out. Together. That's what families do, right?"

Dean said nothing for a moment, then loosened his hold on Sam and pushed himself up. "Come on, let's get you on your feet."

Dean held out his hand and Sam grabbed it, unsteadily climbing to his feet. Once upright, he quickly found his balance.

"You good?" Dean still had hold of Sam by the biceps.

"Yeah, but..."

"But what?" Dean let go but didn't move away.

Sam grabbed Dean and enveloped him in a bear hug.

"Yeah, yeah, I saved your ass again." Dean returned the hug. "But you'd do the same for me, right?"

"Not funny." Sam didn't let go.

"I'm real, Sammy, and I'm right here."

"Yeah." Sam slowly released Dean and stepped back. "And so's Mom."

"And don't think that isn't doing my head in." Dean forced a smile. "Know what, we're overthinking this. Every day we deal with crap … with things that only exist in other people's nightmares, and never question it. Any of it. And then when something good happens..." He shook his head. "This is a good thing, Sammy. A good thing."

Sam nodded slowly. Dean was right – their Mom was back. How could it not be a good thing? "You're right. Let's go find her."

Dean's gaze stayed locked on his brother as Sam moved slowly across the cellar. He gestured to the stairs. "Think you can manage those solo?"

When his brother nodded, Dean gestured for Sam to go first.

With an iron grip on the handrails, Sam exhaled then began slowly climbing the stairs. On the fourth step he winced when his bare foot caught on a proud nail.

"Sam?"

Sam waved off Dean's concern. "I'm fine ... it's nothing."

Dean snorted. "Well, it would be nothing if you had your damn shoes on. What is it with you and losing shoes anyway?"

Unseen by his brother, Sam smiled.










xxx The End xxx










AN: I hope you enjoyed this. As much as I may quibble with some of the choices our show makes here and there, I'm still enjoying it each week after 12 years. That's really something, huh? If you have a moment, I'd love to hear from you. Until next time, cheers.</lj-cut>

Comments

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harrigan
Oct. 31st, 2016 01:51 am (UTC)
Woot! You're still here after 12 years! Me, too! And this hit the spot just right!
scullspeare
Nov. 1st, 2016 03:31 am (UTC)
*Sends you a big hug*
zubeneschamali
Oct. 31st, 2016 03:13 am (UTC)
I needed something like this so much, and it was GREAT. Thanks for sharing it with us!
scullspeare
Nov. 1st, 2016 03:34 am (UTC)
Thanks so much. Here's hoping we get an on-screen hug at some point - I think we all need that! Cheers.
borgmama1of5
Oct. 31st, 2016 03:16 am (UTC)
This scene was sorely needed! I appreciated how you wrote Sam's reaction: stunned, disbelieving, and hopeful when he finally had a moment to process Dean and his mom being there!
scullspeare
Nov. 1st, 2016 03:41 am (UTC)
Thanks so much. How I missed seeing that 'processing' on screen. The Js are so good with those tortured emotions. Sure, we got some in 12.03 *sniff* but greedy me wanted more in 12.02. I get the sense I'm not alone. ;-)
ladygreytowers
Oct. 31st, 2016 11:16 am (UTC)
I am with you on the quibble part, as well as still in love with the boys from the 1st trailer I saw for the new show 12 years ago until the final curtain eventually comes down.
Love the fic and I needed the brotherly hug just as much as you did. Thanks bunches, you did this really well.
scullspeare
Nov. 1st, 2016 03:30 am (UTC)
Thanks so much!

You know, they call the SPN fandom a family - well, we'd be a pretty strange family if we agreed on everything (Chuck knows, the Winchesters don't!) so I think a quibble here and there is healthy! :-) And fortunately, there's still far more to like than not - that's why we're still here, right? Cheers.
madebyme_x
Oct. 31st, 2016 12:40 pm (UTC)
\o/ I'm so happy to see you, and we got a fic too - what a treat!!! Yes, I needed a hug, and a little extension of Sam's thoughts as he struggles to deal with the fact that the bother and mother he thought were dead, actually aren't!!! Lovely missing scene (I adored how Dean didn't want to hand over the keys either! to Mary!)

Thank you for sharing, and it's lovely to see you here my friend. take care :)
scullspeare
Nov. 1st, 2016 03:48 am (UTC)
*Hugs you*

Sam's head is a lovely place to be if you like playing with tortured emotions (no pun intended). What we got onscreen was awesome but sometimes I wish I could peel back the commercials because it feels like some of the best scenes are hidden beneath. Course, that's what fanfic is for, right? :-) Cheers!
dragonfly_sg1
Oct. 31st, 2016 11:40 pm (UTC)
Lovely! Thank you!
scullspeare
Nov. 1st, 2016 03:27 am (UTC)
Thank YOU! :-)
icedathena
Nov. 2nd, 2016 04:13 pm (UTC)
Perfect! So need it to happen in the show.
matchboximpala
Jan. 8th, 2017 02:21 am (UTC)
I agree -- I felt they really missed an opportunity there. I mean, Sam believed Dean had died! Then Dean shows up, with their dead mother! There should have been a little more debriefing at least.

So nicely done. I wish that we had the ability to do the equivalent of Director's Cut re-releases of the episodes (with us as the directors, of course).
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