Supernatural – Shouldn't play with Daddy's knives

This is my first fanfic i have published. I have many more sitting on my computer. I would appreciate reviews to keep me publishing my writing. This is a short chapter because I wanted to leave it on a cliff hanger. If people want more fast, I will be happy to post more of my story today.


Little bit of background to the story: Occurs a day after Dean's head met a brick wall (from a hunting accident) and has to take tablets for a week to give his head the time to heal and to stop him from damaging himself anymore. Dean, 16. Sam, 12.


"Dad, can't we come?" Sammy said.

"Sorry Sammy, not this time, I'll be back in the morning" John said. "Dean, look after Sammy".

"Yes, sir" Dean said. Even by the age of 16 Dean was already conditioned to obey his father, and that sure wasn't going to change any time soon.

John left quickly as he only had 12 hours to wrap this up before he would have to wait another two weeks.

"So... Dean...what's for dinner?" Sam asked.

"What do you want to eat?" Dean said not taking his eyes off the tv.

"What we got?"

"Go have a look"

"OK" he said giving up on trying to make his brother get out from in front of the tv.

"Can, I have macaroni cheese?"

"Sure"

"Can you do it because I don't know how to use this microwave"

"Sure" Dean said "what would you do without me...huh" he mumbled.

"When it's ready, you can dish it up for yourself right?"

"Yeah, thanks Dean...you not having any?"

"No thanks I'm not hungry"

"Ok" Sam said he was considering the idea of arguing till he gave in but he knew Dean wouldn't cave, so Sam happily ate all of the macaroni cheese himself; it was his favourite after all.

"Dean it's time to take your tablets" Sam said after washing up the bowl he had just used.

"I hate taking these things, they knock me out cold. Plus how can I look after you when I am unconscious?"

"I'll go straight to bed, I promise"

"All right, but I swear if you do anything to get me in to more trouble..."

"Dean, I swear. Just take you pills. Or I'll tell dad"

"Fine" he said as he let out a loud sigh and as he took the tablets out of Sam's hand.

Dean put the tablets in his mouth, and swallowed them dry. "Happy" he said bitterly.

"I will be in 10 minutes"

"Time for bed Sammy"

"Fine, spoil sport"

Sam hopped into the bed next to the bed Dean was sitting on with his back against the wall. Sam fell asleep after fifteen short minutes. Dean on the other hand was still wide awake; he didn't seem to notice that he should be sleep (the tablets were meant to kick in after 10 minutes) as he was watching some movie on the TV. Dean heard a knock on the front door. He looked through the peep hole in the motel door. It was his dad. He opened the door.

"Hi , da..." he was cut off by his "dad" who stabbed him in the abdomen with his hunting blade and then twisted it then pulled it out leaving Dean to crumple to the floor.

"Hi...son" He showed off his flash of yellow eyes and closed the door. Dean was already unconscious – it was not clear whether it was because of the stab wound or the medication (or maybe a combination of them both).

The black smoke poured out of John and caused him to drop to the floor and it silently left the room; Sam asleep, Dean's blood pooling and John unconscious on the floor.


Each of my chapters are going to end in a cliff hanger to keep you listening. I have several chapters ready to post. I would appreciate reviews both positive and negative - just keep them friendly please.