(no subject)

[elinorwise]

“Come on, kiddo. Get in the car. Please just get in the car. I’ll get your bike, and we can drive, just like we always used to, right?” He had to keep talking. Sam couldn’t refocus on that bar. Another step, and the music would blare out of the door, the smoke and the smell of beer would assault him, and Sam would have access to all the things he couldn’t handle, the violence, the sex, the drugs…The fight would come first, because Sam always insisted on fighting sober. But then, win or lose, he would give in when some woman or some man offered him booze. From there, still reeking of blood and reeling from adrenaline, he would let someone shove something into his veins, and he would feel too good to say no to anything after that. If the cops never showed up, he would stumble back to his apartment, assuming he didn’t crash his bike on the way, and pass out for a day and a half, and lose the contract he had worked so hard for when he couldn’t wake up in the morning.
“You think I need you,” Sam spat. “I don’t. You’re nothing compared to what I am now. Always thought you were so strong. But I could kill you now.”
“I didn’t say you need me, Sam. I said I need you. Now come on. You’re right. I can’t do this without you now. So you gotta decide to help me. You gotta make that choice.” Dean prayed the door wouldn’t open, that some patron wouldn’t stumble out just then and steal Sam’s attention. The music was loud enough as it was. He had to keep Sam focused on him only. Desperation sparked his mind. “I want to place a bet.”
There it was. Sam’s full attention was finally on him, and very slowly, Dean moved to let him up. “What kind of bet? On my fight? I’ll win it, Dean. How much do you have? Put it all on my fight. All you have. The car, my bike, everything. I can’t lose!”
“No. No, not-not on your fight. Something else. I need you to come back with me, help me make a bet.”
Sam took his hand and let himself be lifted to his feet, as though Dean hadn’t been the one holding him on the ground in the first place. “Yeah, okay. You got some tip? Some other action going on tonight? I can do that, help with that, then come back for Wolfe later.”
“Yeah,” Dean lied. “Yeah, right. Okay. Come on, help me lift your bike onto the trailer. We can go take care of this, and then who knows?”
“Yeah.” Suddenly, Sam was grinning, and Dean’s head was spinning. “Just like we always used to. I’ve missed you, man.”
Dean’s heart was pounding, but it ached at those words. “I miss you too, kiddo.” They secured the bike on Baby’s trailer, and then they were driving. Relief poured over him. He had done it. He had gotten Sam away safe.

Оригинал записи на Дыбре