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A Dean/Castiel fic.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Supernatural. I'm not that awesome.
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A/N: This was number 40 on my list of Dean/Cas fics.
This comes from the idea that the demons left on Earth wouldn't just let Dean quit hunting, and live a normal life.
I hope you guys like it, I know I'll love writing it.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
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Dean had actually let himself believe that he could live a normal, apple pie life with Lisa. He had let himself believe that he could just walk away from hunting, and everything that went along with it ... that he could have a clean slate.
He had been wrong.
Four months. That's how long his "normal" life had lasted. He'd come home from his nine-to-give, average Joe job at the local garage - take-out in his hands - to find a pair of demons in their home, clutching Lisa's flailing body.
Dean dropped the bags, reacting on instinct. He grabbed the knife - the one he'd never been able to leave home without - out of the back of his pants, throwing it with perfect aim and slicing through one demon's neck.
The other one glared at him with hate before grasping Lisa's head and swiftly jerking it around, effectively snapping her neck.
Dean roared with fury and shock, barrelling at the remaining demon. He caught her around the middle after she'd dropped Lisa's body, ramming her into the china cabinet just outside the kitchen. His mind raced, wondering if they'd killed Ben, too. He pushed the thought out of his mind, raising his fist to crack the demon across the face.
She only smirked in response, shoving Dean back. "Civilian life has made you weak, Winchester."
Dean took the opportunity to haul the knife out of the other one's neck. "We'll see about that. What the hell are you doing here? These people are no threat to you."
She only grinned wider, even though her eyes were dead. "Doesn't matter. You killed our saviour, you deserve a little pain."
Dean flared his nostrils, glaring back at her. "I didn't exactly get off easy on that deal. My brother went down there, too."
She jutted her borrowed chin at him, replying, "Good."
Dean gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on the knife and lunging forward. They battled back and forth for a minute before a voice rang out from upstairs, making them both pause.
"Mom, is Dean back with supper yet?" Ben asked from the upstairs landing.
Dean whipped his head around, grateful that he was still alive, but worried that the demon would still try and get him.
The demon chuckled, glancing at the stairs before looking back at Dean. "I think I'll take my time with him," she taunted.
"You won't get your hands on him," Dean retorted, putting himself between her and the stairs.
She shifted her feet, itching to attack. "Even if you do kill me, Winchester, there are others out there who want you just as dead as I do. There's nowhere you can send him where we won't find him, and we'll take so much pleasure in skinning him alive."
"Mom?" Ben asked, beginning to descend the stairs.
"Ben, don't come down here!" Dean yelled, lunging at the demon.
She held him off for a minute, but Dean's rage and hatred fuelled him, and he caught her in the gut with the knife, twisting it viciously and watching her die. Once her body stopped convulsing in red flashes, Dean removed the knife, wiping it off on his pants and looking at Lisa's body with sadness and guilt on his face.
"Mom?" Ben's voice asked from much closer, and Dean turned to see the eleven-year old at the foot of the steps, staring at the scene before him.
"Ben, don't -" Dean began, but it was too late.
"Mom!" he yelled, running down the stairs and falling next to his dead mother. "Mom, wake up!"
Dean crouched next to him, pulling him into his arms as the tears began to fall. "I'm so sorry, Ben."
The child gripped his shirt, sobbing into Dean's chest.
Thunder clapped around them, and the sounds of rain hitting the roof and the flashes of lightning could not distract either of them from the agony that filled the house.
Dean held the boy tighter, wishing he'd never come to find Lisa, wishing he hadn't gotten her killed. A familiar rushing sound came from behind him, and Dean turned his head slightly to see Castiel standing behind him, his face filled with sympathy and regret.
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End of chapter one.
Short, but this is just the prologue. The rest will be longer.
So, what do you guys think so far?
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Until next time ...!