I wrote this as a way of trying to get rid of writer's block for another story, and I wrote what came to mind. I didn't plan on what it was going to be about, to be honest. I guess... this might sound strange... I let the character do the talking.
After the first few parts of it, I basically had no control with what was being written. That happens... if you let the character do the talking, they will take over. Anyway... here is my story, and I would love some feedback.
The Visit
I stood there, my eyes glued to the piece of wood that made a cross, sticking out of the ground. My mouth open to speak but no words came out. Licking my lips, I sighed. The cold air was beginning to get to me from standing there for so long. I couldn't tell how long I had been standing here, but I didn't care, I had nothing important to do.
"You know, I always thought we would be on the road until the day each and every evil son of a bitch was gone…" I laughed shaking my head. "The yellow-eyed demon was the reason for dad turning us into warriors, fighters against evil. If it hadn't been for it, we would have lived normal lives. Mom would be alive. Dad would have probably continued to work at the garage. We both would have gone to school, found some girls, eventually get married and have kids of our own. Funny how things work, huh…"
I looked at my left shoulder when I heard a sound against it; I saw a drop of rain. "Perfect…" I looked back at the grave, ignoring the start of rain. "I tried to protect you, and you tried to do the same thing. It didn't matter though, one of us would have gotten hurt some how along the way, and we did half the time. We had each other's backs no matter what happened… that's what brothers are for; to look out for each other."
The rain fell from the sky much quicker now, hitting the trees, making a quiet, but a slightly noticeable splashing sound. By this time, my coat had a lot of wet marks on it, and eventually the rain hit the spots that were still dry.
"I suppose I should hurry up and get out of here. You're probably wondering why I would stand here in the rain. I guess I felt like I owed it to you to come here. It has been too long since my last visit. I'll be back again… you can count on that…" I turned away from the grave and made my way over to the car. I stopped and turned to face the grave again. "And hey, Dean… you better continue not to haunt me, or else I'm going to salt and burn your bones," I said before I headed toward the Impala.
Dean smirked at Sam. "Oh, I will now that you said that, Sammy…"