#director!sam

It was about three hours later when a scream echoed through the studio. At first, no one really paid much attention, again, horror set, plus Sam had put up a price on scares. Anyone could easily walk into someone else's trap. Sam had, twice already. Everyone got a laugh out of that.

But it was when his leading lady ran out of a small nook between sets and puked in a garbage can that his interest was peaked.  “Lorna?” he walked over, pulling her hair aside as her stomach empty itself again. “What's going on, make-up department got you good? I almost shit my pants before..” he lied, chuckling softly. They got him good, he'd admit that, but it wasn't that good, at least not to him, not with how he grew up. To anyone else though, they’d  react like this.

“N-not a t-trick.” she heaved, more bile coming out just thinking of it.

“What?” She pointed over to where people were starting to gather around the small opening. “Okay, hang on. Chris, come get Lorna back to her trailer, alright? Stay with her, anything she needs, got it?” One of the camera guys came over and nodded.

Sam didn't leave her side until she was able to stand again. He watched Chris lead her towards one of the exits, and then he made his way to the growing crowd. Two more people throwing up, and everyone covering their mouths in horror.

As soon as the body was in view, he knew it was no prank, no trick. He hadn't seen a body like that since he quit the family business for good. “Get everyone out of here.” he told one of the stage hands. “No one leaves just yet but, but they can't stay in here..”

“Sam-”

“I'll call, just.. get everyone out of here.”

As people were herded away and off the sound stage, Sam moved closer to the body and pulled out his phone.  First, he called 911. Then it took a few more calls, but he got the number he needed and called it.

“Yeah?”

“Dean, hey.” Sam almost smiled to himself, hearing his brothers voice.

There was silence for a minute. “Sam?”

“Yeah. How are you, Dean?”

“Peachy. What do you need, I'm driving.”

“I need you to come to California.”

“Why would I go to California?”

“I've got a dead body and a missing heart-”

“Not my jurisdiction, call Bobby, hell send someone.”

“I've been working with this guy for months, and he just turned up dead ten feet from me.” There was quiet on the line again. “Come on, Dean. Please.”

“I'll get there when I get there.”

“Thanks. Maybe while you're here, we can-” The line went dead and Sam sighed. “catch up.” he muttered to himself, putting the phone down. He had started to believe he was out of that life. But no one's ever really out, are they?

“Sam?” There was a knock on his trailer door before it opened. “There’s an FBI guy here to see you. Agent Hammett?”

“Yeah.” Sam stood as the PA moved out of the way and revealed Dean. “Come on in.” Sam nodded to the PA, and she hurried off. The police had been in and out questioning people since yesterday, and it was her job to keep track of who was where of the people left on set waiting their turn. “Hey.” He smiled to his brother.

“Thought the plan was to be some big shot lawyer?”

Sam sighed. “Plans change, Dean.”

“Mhmm.” Dean glanced around the trailer. “The body already got hauled away.” Sam almost sighed again, but nodded. “Werewolf?”

“Yeah.”

“Any idea who?” Sam shook his head. “What, Sam?” He gave his brother an annoyed look. “Why are you looking at me like that.”

Sam licked his lips. “Nothing but case, huh?”

“It’s why I’m here. I’m gonna go check out the body.” He started to leave the trailer.

“Dean-”

“You left, Sammy.” Dean turned to his brother. “You walked away from us, not the other way around.” Dean walked out and slammed the door.

Sam dropped down onto the couch with a sigh, head going in his hands. Part of him knew seeing Dean again would be difficult, but he had hoped his brother would be happy to see him again.

Eventually filming resumed after about a week. There was no reason to keep holding it off, but Sam made sure people had time and someone to talk to if they needed it. Sam was watching the scene play out before him, it had taken a week for Casting to re-cast the werewolf, but here they were, filming again. Re-doing old scenes. This one had two young kids fighting off a werewolf.

“What the hell is this?” Dean’s voice pulled Sam from his thoughts, and he turned to see the glowering look of his big brother. “You better be fucking kidding me, Sam.”

“Dean-” Dean stormed off leaving the set. “Cut!” Sam yelled. “Take five.” He told them, getting up and hurrying after Dean. “Dean!” The door to the lot slammed shut before Sam could reach it. His hand shot out to push it open and he stepped out into the cool air, following Dean to the Impala across the space. “Dean!”

“Who gave you the right to tell my damn story!” Dean turned and glared.

“It’s my story too, Dean.” Sam stopped just a few feet away. “This is how I deal with everything.” He gestured around him. “Every crazy damn thing that happened to us, I make something of it. I can’t just bottle it away, I can’t pretend to be normal.”

“Leave me out of your movies, Sam.” Dean growled. “You want to tell your fucking story, fine. But keep me out of it. I’m tired of seeing my memories on the fucking screen. I’d like to forget some of them too. And this one?” He gestured towards the sound stage. “Didn’t have a fucking happy ending for me, in case you forgot. I almost fucking lost you! Dad railed on me. You putting that in your fucking movie?”

“You- you’ve seen them..”

“Of course I’ve seen them. You’re my brother.” Dean’s anger faltered for a moment, replaced with hurt. “Why do you think I’m so pissed at you? I don’t want people talking about my life, Sam. I don’t want people knowing.” He turned, and got into the car, slamming the door and driving away.

Dean didn’t talk to Sam again unless he had to for the case. It hurt, but he dealt with it in stride. Sam sat in the security booth, watching the cameras set up around the lot. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. Turning to that screen, he watched as Dean skulked around on his set.

His eyes continued to scan the screens. “Dean.” He had Dean on speaker phone, while Dean had a headphone in one ear listening for him. “Just saw something out on the lot. But there’s other guards and shit out there, you need to lure him in-”

“I know how to do my damn job, Sam.” Dean grumbled. “Just tell me where it is.”

Sam sighed and gave his brother the location and watched from screen to screen as his brother moved, almost gracefully, through the set towards the exit.

It hadn’t taken Dean long to figure out that a nearby pack was targeting Sam after Dean had killed one of their brothers a few weeks months prior. One of them got hired as security for the lot, and that was their in. Dean appeared in the lot, by the cars, and Sam sat back, relaxing. This would all be over soon.

“Dean!” Sam shot back up. “Two more, on your six.”

“Shit.” Dean mumbled, since he had the first guy in his sights.

“Another coming this way..” Sam mumbled. “I got this one. Then I’m coming to you.”

Before Dean could even answer, Sam was stuffing his phone in his pocket and grabbing a hold of something to swing until he could get to his set. Luckily for Sam, the hunter inside never fully left. He kept small unnoticeable things lying around just in case. And the kitchen set was home to a silver knife, tucked away in the knife block on the counter. Sam just had to get to it.

Sam blessed his long legs as he ran for it. A werewolf had speed on their side, but Sam had long legs, so he was pretty quick too. Not quick enough, but quick. He got slammed hard, and sent flying. He blessed his luck that he was thrown right onto the set he needed, body slamming against the counter and cracking the cupboard door.

He pulled himself up as the man moved closer, sneering at him. “Blood for blood. A brother for a brother.” Sam staggered, holding himself up on the counter as he grabbed at large butcher knife, pulling it from its block. “What’s that gonna do?”

“I might not hunt anymore, but I’m not a idiot.” Sam sidestepped a lunge and stabbed him where his lungs would be. “It’s silver, asshole.”

Once they were dead, and the brothers got the bodies off the lot and dealt with, Dean left with barely a word to his brother. It was almost a year later when some mail found it’s way to him, through Bobby.

Seeing Sam’s name, he sighed and opened it, finding an invitation to the opening of the movie. Shaking his head, Dean tossed it aside. Ignoring it, he continued on with his life, his hunts. Getting his anger out by slashing and shooting shit, banging women and drinking a little too much.

Until the day of. He hadn’t slept that night, his eye going to his bag where the invitation sat. He had tried to leave it behind, wanted to burn it with a body, but he kept tucking it back in his bag and moving on to the next place. But today, he couldn’t shake it.

“Son of a bitch.” He grumbled as he got up and got dressed before storming out of the room and checking himself out.

He skipped the red carpet crap. Stood on the sidelines and watched everyone fuss over his little brother. He headed in once everyone was seating and the place started getting dark. He could see his brother glancing over to the seat that was reserved for him, but Dean stayed where he was, standing in the back.

Dean watched as memories he’d rather forget flashed on the screen for everyone to see. There were slight changes, it was a movie after all, but he knew how it had really gone down, and his jaw clenched. He wanted to walk out, he wanted to be mad, and leave. But he stood there, watching. Sam was turning their horrors into horror movies and he hated that people loved them. If only they knew the truth of how real it all was.

But when the screen faded to black at the end, and the credits should have rolled, instead there was a message.

Dedicated to my big brother, who was always my hero. Even now.

Dean teared up and glanced to Sam who was looking sadly over at the empty seat. Pulling out his phone, he text the number that had called him that one time almost a year ago.

<< You know I hate chick flick moments. Bitch.

People started to file out, his view of Sam obscured, and then the seat was empty.

>> Dean?

<< Back of the theater.

Dean stood waiting, as people continued to leave. And suddenly, he could see a giant trying to make his way back in. “You came.” Sam breathed out as he finally got through the people.

“Of course I came. You’re my brother.”

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