This is my first one of my Fan Fictions about Supernatural. In this story it will be in third person. This one will be about a demon that is on Sam and Dean's trail. I wrote this for the girls who like it when Sam is hurting! Please review because I will continue on if you want me to! Lots of Limp!sam and a little Limp!dean. I hope you enjoy
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"Salt and burn?"
"Yep, just a salt and burn then we are on our way."
Dean reached out and turned the already blaring music up louder. The annoying song, that Sam has heard about a thousand times on their way to Oregon, ripped through Sam's head and gave him a throbbing headache.
"Can you please turn it down?" Sam's hand moved toward the volume knob, but Dean smacked it away.
"How can you not enjoy this? This song is amazing!" Dean smiled and pressed harder on the gas pedal.
Sam took his hand and rubbed his forehead. It's just a salt and burn he can make it through this. They were on the edge of IDAHO; he can make it through this. Just a few more hours.
just then rain started to fall. Raindrops fell and hit the wind shield one by one. they dripped down making puddles on the rim of the window. the clouds in the sky turned dark as the water filled up inside of them. the droplets came down fast and hard, making small rivers on the road. every car that went by, tires ran threw them making the contents splash everywhere.
Rain has its own quality that just makes it perfect.
Sam likes the rain. It clears his head and helps him think better. the smell was always the best. it was fresh. the window was cracked open a bit so the beautiful aroma glided through the crack and filled up the car. Sam concentrated on one raindrop. he watched it start at the top and slowly make its way down. it glistened and the reflection rolled across Sam's eye. his head STOPPED THROBBING and Sam kept watching each new droplet as it came around.
This was about the 4th salt and burn they have done in the past 2 weeks. they went from state to state with new jobs never really taking a break. Sam was getting tired. The job was a big weight on him and he felt like that he needed a day to himself.
Dean tried not to think about it at all. He knew that their job could easily get to his head so, he just pushed it out. He did the job and then they move on from that. No matter what, they have to do this. If they are forced to do this he better just not let it get to him.
He was worried, though. Worry was always in his head. Even if he pushes the crazy out, Dean wasn't sure if Sam could do this. The look on his face all the time showed that he was in mental pain. Dean could tell Sam was done with hunting, done with everything.
He glanced over at Sam. his hand were grasping his head and his eyes were squeezed shut. his hands slowly moved toward his nose as he pinched the top of his nose in pain and then opened his eyes. Each eye, as dean watched glancing back at the road a few times, followed a raindrop. Sam let out a heavy sigh and then closed them again.
Dean reached for the volume knob and turned it almost all the way down, so all you could here now was the whisper of the music and the faint, ragged breathing coming from Dean and Sam's mouths.
Sam glanced Dean's way flashing his hazel eyes. they were clouded over. There was a glaze that made them look pasty and unnatural.
Dean could see it now. The total and complete fear that Sam gave off, not just in his eyes, but all over his face. The fear showed in the way that he reacted to Dean. Sam fidgeted and tapped his fingers looking like he was never going to stop.
What Dean didn't know was that Sam was thinking the same thing.
Sam was scared. He was completely scared out of his mind. every single thought he had was about hunting or demons. Even though he let the fear show, he knows that it won't make any difference. Fear can't stop him. No matter how much is in there and no matter how much he feels it, in the end he will have to push it aside and move forward.
Dean made Sam feel like a baby. He didn't want Dean to worry for him. At the moment he didn't really want Dean with him at all. Every stress that Dean has he has to blow it all off on hunting. Sam wanted Dean to back away and worry about himself for a change.
Like that would ever happen.
The car hits a bump and Dean swerves to keep the car on the road. He hadn't even been paying attention to the wheel. he saw the change in Sam's expression and wondered what he was thinking.
Dean saw Sam place his head on his hand. he was at an awkward position but still closed his eyes, attempting to sleep for the rest of the bumpy ride ahead of them.
Dean was really tired too. He yawned as the thought of sleep crept into his mind. He wished that he could fall asleep and when he woke up all his problems would just be gone. That the world would take the weight off the brother's shoulders. People Depended too much on them. One day they won't be there to save the day. One day they would be gone.
He put his eyes back on the empty dirt road, the dust flew up and covered the windows. the woods surrounded the narrow path Deans Impala drove down. To most people this would be a scary, eerie place and they would avoid it. Dean didn't care. Whatever was the fastest way, he took it.
Sam could feel Dean staring at him. He could sense by the movement of him. He wanted jerk awake and yell at him. Tell him to go away and that he didn't want to be around him anymore. Sam stayed still, pretending to sleep to avoid any contact with Dean.
Things have been hostile between them lately. Every time one of them would talk it would end with them yelling at each other about dad or about hunting. Their job these past months made Sam wanting to yell at Dean. He wanted to just let everything out, to tell Dean that this is his job not Sam's. Yet, he stayed silent and yet he let the thought cloud his mind and haunt his dreams as he fell asleep.
the black impala drove down the street until it hit a stop sign and Dean finally turned off the dark road.
The entire trip was silent. Sam slept through most of it and when he would awake, he would just stare out the window. They never spoke a word. Sam was glad, it gave him more time to think and less time to worry.
The hotel was disgusting. It was ten times worse than any other one they have ever been to, but this hotel was the closest one though, and Dean was really tired.
Sam ventured into the musty, smelly room. With one look at the place he wanted to turn around and sleep in the car. The carpets were the worst of it, Stains covered it so the once white carpet was now a mustard yellow. The horrible odor filled his nostrils as he made his way over to the small, uncomfortable looking bed.
Dean didn't care what the room looked like he laid down and passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Sam couldn't fall asleep. Not just because of his gross surroundings, but also because he couldn't clear his mind. The worrisome thoughts kept coming back every time he thought he was going to fall asleep.
The pain in his head hurt so bad, that he had to quietly slip out of bed and make his way outside.
It was cold. the fringed air stung at his bare arms. he didn't bother to put shoes on, which was a mistake because at every corner there was a new, cold puddle for him to step in. his feet got numb as he made his way to a lone soda machine that stood right outside the main lobby.
he wasn't thirsty, it was just there, so he got it. Sam needed to get away. he needed to get his mind off Dean and onto something else.
There was nothing else though.
His life was so limited that the only thing that he does now is hunting. Hunting was the only thing in his mind so; it's the only thing he can think about.
The feeling got lost in his feet so he crushed the soda can and threw it away.
Only three cars filled the parking lot. the place was practically deserted. the land around the motel had nothing just sand and grass.
Towards their car though, Sam stared at the single tree. there was something different about it. in the bark he could see something. it looked like a carving of some sort.
Sam slowly walked up to the tall tree. the symbol was small, and barley noticeable. It looked like a man but, there was something in his hand. it stood out more than the picture of the man himself. it looked like a gun, there were special features to it that he immediately recognized.
It was the colt.
He knew it was it. It had the same detail as the one bobby has at his place right now. the one, that Sam and Dean have had for so long.
As Sam examined the bark, he didn't notice the thing in the tree. it jumped down each branch until it was right above Sam. he knew the boy, every single monster knew the boy.
Sam looked up, hearing the leaves shake in the tree. it was a quick glance and then he went back to looking at the marking.
He turned around to leave the tree, but the thing in the tree was quicker.
It swooped down, grabbing Sam by the neck of his shirt, tugging on it as hard as it could. Sam reacted was a twist and started to punch the air, trying to hit whatever it was in the face. It was used to this though.
"DEAN!"
The thing pulled him up. its claws start sliding down his back making his grey, shirt turn red.
Sam cried out but still fought back.
He gave a final blow and it hit it in the face. it dropped him about 10 feet and Sam landed right straight on the ground. he laid there not moving for a second wondering what was broken on him.
The monster didn't give him enough time to think. as he was pulled up for a second time he felt the pain in his right arm as it flailed loosely at his side.
Sam was dizzy and he knew the thing had him now. just as he thought he couldn't get any higher, he heard a gunshot go off and he plummeted down 20 feet from the sky.