Chapter Seven

‘thoughts’

Warnings: cursing, schmoop.

Shifting against the warm body that he was holding, Sam woke up slowly as he snuggled the one he was embracing. He smiled softly as he took in his brother’s scent before he kissed along Dean’s neck. He reached back with his hand for the one behind him, but instead found only empty sheets. That woke him up faster than anything and he stiffened before looking over his shoulder. “Shit!” he shouted as he sat up abruptly and turned towards where the other side of Dean had been sleeping against him. He looked around frantically for a minute before his gaze fell on his brother. “He’s gone! That bastard left and is probably doing it again!” he cried as fear and anger washed over him.

“Damnit,” Dean muttered as he also sat up and began searching for his clothes. He had small rings around his forearms and calves from the bonds that had been on him the other night and he was moving a bit stiffer than usual and his backside was covered in dried come. But it didn’t slow him down and he continued to pack up what they needed after pulling on a pair of boxer briefs. “We’ve got to find him before it’s too late and we need a way to put things back together,” he stated as they cleaned up.

Sam stopped pulling on his clothes as what his brother said matched with something in his mind. Back together...Eyes widening, Sam went to the table and pulled out his translation. He began looking over his notes and laughed suddenly. “I’ve got it! It was right here all along!”

“Yea so? What did you find?” Dean asked impatiently as he went over to Sam’s side and looked at the page that the notebook was opened to. He saw the mirror runes and frowned slightly in confusion before looking into his brother’s shining face.

“This symbol right here...it represents Týr, the Norse god of war and justice. But opposite to it is the symbol for Forseti, who is the Norse god of justice, peace...and truth. You need to find your truth before the mirror and it will put you back together!” Sam explained excitedly as he gestured to the other symbols. “Listen...this right here. ‘Justice shall be sought and wrongs avenged. To bring balance to the raging frenzy the truth must be revealed and accepted.’ You have to find out what the truth that separated you in the first place is and then accept him back,” he clarified with a wide smile to his brother. But his smile faded as he saw the somber look on his brother’s face. “What is it?”

Dean studied his brother before looking away. “What if I don’t want to accept him back? I’m fine this way...” he murmured as he turned and went towards his bed. He sat down, avoiding the indications of what they had done the previous night. He had given in and he couldn’t forgive himself for what he’d done. Not only had he yielded to his very wrong need for his brother, he’d also shown a side of himself that not many had ever seen...the submissive side.

The bed dipped and he let himself tilt towards his brother, leaning against the long frame that was his brother. He blinked a bit as a strong arm wrapped around his shoulders and steadied him before a gentle finger tipped his head up so Sam could look into his eyes. “Dean...you do what you gotta do. I’ll figure out a way to find him and you just get to the mirror, ok? I think I know what to do,” Sam murmured tenderly before kissing his brother softly as his hand cupped Dean’s cheek.

Relaxing just a bit, Dean returned the kiss before blinking up at his brother when their kiss broke. He smiled when Sam did and sighed softly as his brother stood and headed for the bathroom. He watched his brother clean up and dress before leaving their room. He didn’t like that he would have to do something that he didn’t want, but Sam was right. It was up to him to decide what they needed to do. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to have that part of him back.

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Sam looked up at the store that held various Norse items before entering it. He went through the aisles and stopped as he found a set of rocks that held the symbols for Týr and Forseti. Above them was a small bunch of curved deadwood that was twined around a piece of etched iron and white heather and he knew that he’d found what he needed. He took up the pieces and paid for them before heading for the mirror house. He pulled up to the building and smiled as he saw Dean waiting for him near the doorway. He got out and strode up with his package in hand along with some chalk and a dagger. He grinned in greeting and then followed after his brother into the structure. “Got what I needed. What have you decided?” he asked quietly as they wound their way into the building towards the mirror.

Dean didn’t answer as they stopped in front of the mirror and just watched as Sam began to set things up. Sam drew a circle around the mirror and placed the runes Uruz, Thurisaz, Ansuz, and Raidho at the four corners. He then took out the heather, iron, and deadwood and placed them in the center of the two symbols for Forseti and Týr that were in the center of the circle. He looked up at Dean and smiled before handing him the dagger. “You have to chant the words on the mirror frame, Dean...they’ll bring your other half to us. Only you can read it because you’re the one who fell through it,” he explained as Dean took the dagger.

Sighing softly, Dean stepped into the circle and pricked his finger as Sam stood back. Letting a drop of blood land on each of the four symbols, he then turned to the mirror and began speaking the words that were written on the golden frame, somehow connecting with the mirror to know how to speak the old Nordic language. The mirror began to glow as he spoke and it pulsed in time to his words as he chanted.

He chanted for several minutes, but knew that his other half was there. He turned and watched as Dean emerged from the shadows that were surrounding him from the light of the mirror. “You’re playing dirty,” Dean drawled as he stood outside of the circle and glared at him.

“I’m doing what needs to be done. What you’re doing is wrong and we’d never do this,” Dean retorted with a growl.

“Yea we would, if we weren’t so hide bound and soft hearted,” Dean replied lazily and grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest. “The supernatural aren’t the only evil creatures in this world. Humans need to learn their place in this world again,” he added.

“That’s true, but killing them doesn’t make it right. You know it just as much as I do. Doing a wrong to try and make it right is like avoiding how much we love Sam.” Dean stopped and stared at his other half as understanding came to him. “We love Sam and would do anything for him and we’ve now accepted that. I...accept that and I understand what you are doing. I understand...” he whispered as the other Dean straightened up and gazed at him steadily. The mirror behind him flashed as he reached forward and drew his other half into the circle and hugged him close. “I accept you and what you did. You did it to make up for what we wanted. I would have done that too. Come back to me,” he murmured before backing into the mirror.

He could feel the mirror bend around them and gasped with his other half as light and pain shot through them. He felt like he was being pushed and prodded into a form he didn’t want and could only cling to his other half.

Sam watched as the mirror rippled around his brother, but had to protect his eyes as the light flared up and blinded him. When he was able to look again, he saw only one Dean amidst the shattered glass and broken frame and knew that it’d worked. He moved forward with a laugh and wrapped his arms around Dean, hugging him tightly. “You did it! You’re back together!” he cried and looked down at his brother.

Looking up at Sam, Dean forced a smile onto his lips and nodded. “I’m back. Thanks Sam. Let’s get out of here,” he suggested quietly before heading out of the building with a bemused Sam following him. They got into the Impala and started for the hotel where they could pack up and leave the town. Once there, they moved quickly, not speaking on what had happened, though Sam was worried that Dean was shutting down and not accepting what had been done. But the other fear that Dean had forgotten everything also came up, however Sam quickly brushed it aside. Dean wouldn’t have allowed the hug. You could never tell though with Dean.

After packing up, they headed out of town in silence and, as they left the city of Newark behind, Dean glanced at his brother. “Sam...you’re still the girl of this pairing,” he remarked and Sam laughed, bringing a smile to his brother’s lips. He looked ahead and murmured softly, “Mirror, mirror on the wall...who’s the luckiest one of all?”

Sam smirked as he reached over and touched Dean’s hand. He locked eyes with his brother and winked. “We are, Dean...no mirror needs to tell you that,” he said happily.

Smirking back, Dean nodded. “Nope...no mirror at all,” he agreed and they fell back into silence as they drove towards their next destination in life.

FIN!

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