My first fanfic ever! This was written in response to SN.tv forum's Supernatural Fanfic Challenge 1. This is my take on what Dean was thinking while holding Sam back at the end of Salvation.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them, just playing with for little while…Dean, Sam and everything Supernatural belong to the CW/WB and the genius that is Krikpe.
Your Lucky Night
"Sam, no! It's burning to the ground; it's suicide!"
It's your lucky night.
The thought passes through my head, and even as I hear myself speak the words, struggling to hold my brother back, a voice in my head is screaming at me to go after it, to kill it.
It killed your mother; it stole your innocence, your brother's innocence; it's the reason that dreams of fire and blood haunt your brother's nightmares and for the guilt that clouds his eyes.
You hear Sam scream: "I don't care!"
"I do," you state. And that, that's why, why I ignore the screams within and stay still. For as much as I'd be willing to do anything, risk everything to destroy that thing that has taken so much, I know that if I walk into the fire Sam will follow, and there's no way in hell I'm ever letting that happen. I turn around and watch as the shadow in the window disappears.
You were lucky tonight, because as much as I hate you, there's no way in hell that I'll ever let Sam be a causality of this, no way I'm ever going to let you any steal more from us. So, if I were you, I'd bury myself in the deepest corner of hell I could find, 'cause next time, you won't be as lucky.