Not Exactly Expected
Summary: Sam didn’t quite expect what he found when he attempted to reforge his bond with his brother.
Sammy, it’s me. I just want to talk. Just tell me you’re alright, okay?
Hey, Sam. I guess you’ll delete this without listening to it, but anyway - happy birthday, bro.
You’re starting law soon, right? Not that I know or anything, but… little know-it-all like you… I’m sure you made it.
I know you haven’t picked up in years, and I shouldn’t be trying to reach you anyway, so I won’t anymore. I get it. Take care, Sam.
These were just a few of the messages Dean had left him over the years. Contrary to his brother’s expectations, he’d listened to and kept every last one of them.
The last one had been left over two years ago. At first he hadn’t believed that Dean would give up, but eventually he’d admitted to himself that he had never picked up, had never called back. Even someone as stubborn as his brother would give up after a while.
Even though he’d felt at the time that he had to leave, and was still convinced he had done the right thing, it had hurt to leave Dean behind. Of course he hadn’t understood; how was he supposed to believe that the little brother he’d looked after all his life moving away would be a good thing?
There had been a fight. Dean had been stubborn, but it was Sam who’d told him not to contact him, that he would never react if Dean tried to reach out.
He’d regretted the words soon enough. He wondered what the last few years would have been liked if he’d reached out and he and Dean had been able to work through their differences; imagined visits from his big brother, trying to embarrass him in front of Jess.