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babybrotherdean:

Sam can still hear his brother laughing, throwing him a playful wink and “third time’s the charm, Sammy” when he strikes out twice before he finds the right lead to follow or a half-decent meal or a girl to take him home. Dean lives his life in lucky threes, in dancing past the bad with the knowledge of something good on the horizon.

For the first time, Sam wishes Dean’s life didn’t play by triplets.

It was the rawhead, first. The stupid electrocution that fried his heart. The faith healer that Sam tracked down and the life he traded for his brother’s.

Second was the eighteen-wheeler that t-boned the Impala and left Dean clinging to life by the tips of his fingers. The time Sam wasn’t good enough and their father died in Dean’s place.

Twice Dean has come face-to-face with death, and twice, his life has been spared as another’s is taken in his place. Some would call him lucky; Dean himself has always considered himself unworthy.

But the third time- the third time his number’s up and Sam would give anything to take his brother’s place.

Third time’s the charm, though, and he gets to watch Dean be torn apart while he can’t so much as lift a finger to help, instead, and suddenly he’s a child again, left alone with Dean’s ruined, bloody corpse and feeling like someone has stolen his lungs as his body rebels against the slippery crimson staining his fingers, a sob choked out of him as he pulls his brother into his arms.

Sam’s fingers shake when he reaches up to cup Dean’s cheek, but he only succeeds in smearing more blood between cinnamon-spot freckles that he remembers trying to count and that’s when he breaks.

Third time’s the fucking charm and when Sam buries his face in Dean’s shoulder and cries, there’s no comforting heartbeat to tell him things will be okay.

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