Alright. About four-shot (can be five-shot, too), hurt/guilty!Sam, protective/guilty!Dean. It won't be teenchesters, this is just a prologue.

Title: Toy soldiers

Warnings: I have warnings in every chapter. In this chapter; a little bit violence
Rated: T

Summer 1999

16 years old Sam looked up at his big brother. "I thought you said dad is coming?"

Dean sighed and nodded. "He will be here, he is just a little bit late. We are in no rush, Sam. Take it easy." He let his gaze wander around the creepy street they were standing in. It was about two meters wide and there were tall apartment buildings on the both sides of it. There were nothing except trashes on the alley.

Dark was beginning to fall over them. Sam was shivering because of the cold breeze. Dean crossed his arms like he always did when he began to feel cold.

"Are you sure he said he-"
"Yes, I am sure", Dean said strictly and looked in Sam's eyes. "Quit asking. He'll come."

Sam shrugged. "Alright."

Five minutes went in silence. "Come on, Dean. Call him." "Sam, I won't-"

And at the exact moment Impala's headlights appeared in front of them and they heard the familiar rumble of its engine. Dean smiled a little bit as their father stepped out of the car. "See? I said he'd come."

"Sam, Dean, we have to go quick", John ordered and opened the trunk. "He is inside, but he won't be for long. So grab your guns and let's go."

"Relax, it's just a human. We're better than him, right?" Sam asked unsure. This wasn't his first time on a hunt but this was the first time he would have to attack a human.

"That attitude will get you killed", Dean replied. "Yeah, maybe we are better, but he is controlling few Daevas. Remember that, Sammy. They are nasty creatures."
"Your brother is right", John said. "You can't see daevas. So be careful.. Both of you."

"Yes, sir", Sam and Dean said in unison.

"Good. Let's go."

They walked inside. Dean and John had their guns and Sam had a knife. John didn't let Sam use a gun, not yet. They weren't toys.

They climbed quietly to the third floor of the abandoned building. Sam's heart was beating fast. This man was evil, and evil people did evil things.

Well, obviously, Sam thought and grinned. Dean slapped his arm. "Hey. Concentrate", he whispered. Sam nodded. "Yeah. Sorry."

John quickly looked at his boys, and slowly opened the door leading to the apartment they thought the man was in. John was the first one to go in there. He saw the man standing next to the window. He seemed like he was lost in his thoughts, but you could never be sure.

So they kept quiet.

Sam went inside soon after his dad. He held his knife up and silently hid in the shadows. In seconds Dean was next to him.

"Should we... should we attack?" Sam whispered. Dean quickly glanced at their dad before shaking his head. "Not yet."

"You are not as silent as you think you are", rang out man's voice. Dean ducked his head for a moment. "Fuck..." he muttered.

John stepped out of the shadows, gun raised high. "Yeah?"

Man in front of the window turned around. He looked straight to John's eyes. Man's eyes were filled with hate and that inhuman coldness you can't really describe.

"You should put that down. It won't even work", the man said smiling coldly. "Come on out, boys. I know where you are hiding."

Dean stood up and grinned. "You saw us. Good for you." Sam appeared next to him, only inches shorter. He was clutching his knife like it was the last hope of life.

"Oh, it is good", the man said and swiped his arm. Sam and Dean couldn't even react before shadows came from the behind and attacked them. One of them made a huge wound to the back of Dean's shoulder as it threw him to the wall.

Another ran right at Sam, making him fall. Sam hit his head and cried out as the daeva cut three long wounds to his chest.

Dean hit the wall and fell down. Cursing he got up and looked quickly at Sam.

"How do you control them?" John almost shouted to the man and pushed him against the wall. "Tell me now, or I will shoot you!" The man laughed and glanced at the younger Winchesters.
"Sorry, but no."

Sam spun around and away from the daeva, missing its claws just a few inches. Sam couldn't see the creature, but he could conclude its location by the shadow it made to the wall. He hit the knife to the place he thought daeva was, and for a moment Sam thought he had hit it. Because the thing shrieked and the knife stayed in place for a moment before falling to the ground.

Dean bit his lip not to yell when the daeva tore two long wounds to his face and cheek. He felt blood tripping from the open wounds. He heard John yelling and some fighting, and then a gun going off.

Dean looked up. Daevas disappeared as the man fell limp to the ground. There was a bullet hole in his chest.

Sam was standing there looking frightened. He had a gun in hands, shirt torn open and three long wounds in his chest. John was on the ground, keeping his hand on his stomach and a little bit blood coming between his fingers.

"What... what happened?" Dean asked silently. He eyed Sam, who now dropped the gun and sank on his knees. In seconds Dean was next to him, trying to comfort his little brother a little bit.

"Sam, it's okay. He deserved it. He killed all those people, he deserved to die", Dean whispered and helped him up. John was standing few meters from them, watching them carefully.

"It's okay, really, Sammy", Dean said and grinned. "He would've killed us. It was either us or he."

Sam nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess so. But still, he was a human.."

John shrugged. "This world is unfair, Sam. And he wasn't a human. He was a cold-blooded murderer who would have killed many people after us... if you hadn't stopped him like you did."

Together they limped out. Dean was holding his arm on Sam's shoulders like big brothers usually hold their little brothers. When they got to the Impala, Sam relaxed on the backseat and fell asleep almost immediately. Impala's familiar rumble was like a lullaby to him.

Dean sat on the front seat and sighed. "What happened?"

"He was going to kill you", John said quietly. "I said I'd kill him if he wouldn't stop it, but he put on a fight. He was stronger than I excepted, and well... Sam saved me. But he seems shocked."

"He is going to be okay", Dean muttered. "He always is. He is stronger than you'd believe."

John laughed a little bit. "I know he is, kiddo. He has to be if he wants to survive."

And with that silence fell on them. It lasted all the way back to the motel.

"Hey, I need to clean your wounds", Dean told Sam when they were inside. "I promise you can go to sleep right after it. But they'll get infected if we don't take care of them immediately."

Sam nodded. "Alright... but be quick. I wan'to sleep."

Grinning Dean pushed his brother on the bed and took out disinfectant.


"Hey, man, are you alright?"

Man opened his eyes slowly. Gosh, too much light. Turn them off, please..

"Hey. What happened? You are bleeding."

There was a teen kneeling next to him. What happened?

"I should call 911."

Ahh, those hunters.. As soon as I get up, I'm going to hunt those fuckers down and-

He tried to move his legs, but he failed. He tried again, nothing. By the time he got his knee flinch, the paramedics were already there.

"Legs, I can't move my legs", the man said in panic. "Help me, I can't move my legs..!"
"Male, about 25, shot. Legs most likely paralyzed", said the paramedic to his radio.

Paralyzed. My legs are freaking paralyzed.

With that he swore he would get his revenge. It could take time, but he would get it. And it would be messy.

TBC...

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