I don't know what this is…the idea just came to me…I don't know. But the lovely Darksupernatural said that it was good and that I should post it. And you really should go and check out Moments in Time...the story I'm co writing with her. You can find it on her site.
This story though, contains SPOILERS for Season 4. And I own nothing but the mistakes.
Enjoy…
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"Sam, leave!!"
The words hit Sam and he actually swayed a bit when Dean said them.
"Wha…?"
"Now!!"
The glare he received from Dean…shooting daggers that went straight through his skin…he never ever wants to be on the receiving end of that look again. Ever!
But Sam did. Leave. Why he left his brother order him around like that, was beyond him, but the trust he had, in Dean…that trust moved his legs, when he stumbled across the blue carpet of the living room, that trust gave his brain the thought that yeah, Dean can handle this, Dean will handle this.
He stepped out of the house, stepped into the autumn night…windy and cold. Brown, red, yellow, dried and crunchy leaves were flaying in the air, down the street, stopping near the Impala's tires. The street was quiet and dark, not a single soul anywhere. They were all sleeping in their little cozy warm beds, wrapped around their loved ones.
One leaf flew into Sam's hair, made a temporary home in the brown silky bangs and when he swatted it away it landed in the dark green grass of the front yard. A little garden elf was smiling and Sam wanted to kick that smile right off his face.
Leaning on the Impala's cold door, he huffed and tangled himself in his hoodie. Fall sucks.
"You brother is working with one of us…becoming one of us…" it hissed, through the mouth of a man…black eyes and a grim smirk, blood running from his mouth, down his chin.
"You say one more word…I'm gonna send you straight to Hell, so help me God, you sick son of a bitch." Deep growl that the rage growing inside of him enabled.
"You can't save him…" it laughed…sinister and cold, showing his teeth…white and covered with blood.
"Watch me!" Dean growled out, through clenched teeth.
When the shot rang out, Sam flinched and looked around him. The houses were still asleep, no window carried a light, no one came running out, just the leaves and the darkness.
"What the hell was that?" Sam whispered when Dean walked to him, carrying that smell of death with him.
"What was what?"
"You shot him?" unbelievable.
"He was already dead, Sam." a little taste of remorse there, but it was quickly hidden away when he lowered his head to look at the gray concrete pavement.
"What if anyone heard?"
"They didn't…come on, let's go."
Dean rounded the car and wiped away a smear of blood that was running down his hand, his knuckles sore and stripped of skin.
The Impala's door closed, the noise resonating up and down the street.
"What are we gonna do with him?"
"Don't worry about it, Sammy." I don't fucking care what anyone does with him, I only care what happens to you.
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The End