This is my first time doing this, so please be patient with me. I own no part of Supernatural or the characters. I gave it a M rating for language and adult content (and possibly a little smut in upcoming chapters). I really do not know exactly what direction this story is headed, but I really hated all the unresolved issues in the show so this is my attempt at some sort of closure. (also to have a little fun with the characters.) In the next chapter I intend to veer a little farther away from actual canon, but I needed a starting point. I hope you enjoy.
Edit: 8/6/13 to make dialogue more understandable. For anyone who read it before I fixed it, sorry. I was really new at this and didn't realize different speakers should be separated by paragraphs to make it easier to understand. I hope this is better.
Chapter 1: Denial
Dean watched as the blood stained overcoat washed up to the bank of the lake near his feet. He slowly bent down to rescue it from the water, now contaminated with a brand new threat to humanity. Yet another enemy… and yet another war to fight. When would the death, destruction, and loss finally come to an end?
Dean reached down and pulled the coat from the water, slowly rolling it up into a ball, giving it a slight squeeze. "Stupid son of a bitch." He let his eyes linger on the soft ripples of the water, privately searching for even the smallest sign that Castiel wasn't really gone. "Why didn't you listen to me?"
The whole scene flooded him with more emotion than he was prepared to feel. He knew that it could end like this, but really never expected how much it would hurt if it did. He had lost so much over the years, little touched him anymore. So, why did this?
He fought back the tears that were building up and took a deep breath as he threw the stupid coat into the trunk of his Impala. Why did he take it anyway? "Freakin angel!" he growled under his breath, slamming the trunk shut. One more barrier between him and the unwelcome feelings that damn coat brought up.
About a week had passed, Dean really wasn't sure how long exactly. He didn't know how to fix Sam. He sure as hell didn't know what to do about the black goo monsters. What he did know…. A cheap bottle of whiskey does wonders for the soul.
"How are you doing, Dean?" Bobby asked when he saw Dean with yet another bottle in hand.
Dean rolled his eyes up towards the older man, an obvious gesture of annoyance. "I'm fine, Bobby. Why the hell wouldn't I be?"
Bobby shook his head, exasperated by Dean's complete lack of self awareness. "Maybe because you just lost the best friend you ever had, Dean."
"Best friend? Really? You think that? Are you fucking kidding me? You wanna know what I really lost, Bobby? I lost a weapon, nothing more- A freakin 'Colt with wings'. When I couldn't handle a situation, I called him - he came. End of story."
Dean poured himself another glass of whiskey, drank it down in one gulp then slammed the glass on the table, hoping that Bobby would get the point and drop the subject, but of course not. That would have been too easy. "Dean, I heard you tell him that he was like a brother to you… family. Hell, you even said 'please' at one point. Look kid, it's okay to grieve."
That was the final straw. Dean's jaw tightened and his emerald green eyes widened. "Screw you, Bobby. You were there. He was all hopped up on soul-power. What did you expect me to say? I was trying to make sure that we got out of there alive. I only said those things to keep his attention on me. I saw Sammy coming with the angel blade and I was trying to keep Cas from noticing him, hoping like hell that he would be able to stab the son of a bitch. He wasn't even human, Bobby." Dean took a long swig out of the bottle this time then looked up at Bobby with cold, hard eyes. "I know how much you and Sammy love to get it up for monsters, but I'll stick with the human race if you don't mind."
With that he stormed out of the room leaving Bobby reeling from the purposefully spiteful reference to his affair with Ellie: A cold reminder of just one of the many betrayals of his so-called "best friend".
Dean was so freaking tired of the chick flick moments that it made him want to hurl. What he really needed was a good, old fashioned monster hunt. It would do him all kinds of good to grab a hold of one of the bloody freaks and tear it limb from limb.
Research really wasn't his thing, but he'd be damned if he was just going to sit around being analyzed by freaking Bobby. If he wanted to play Dr. Good-Shrink, he was more than welcome to help Sam get his marbles back in the box. Dean didn't need his crap.
After a couple of hours on-line Dean finally found the perfect case. Algonquin, Minnesota seemed to have a small pest control problem in the northern woods. Several campers and hikers had turned up missing. Tents were destroyed. All of these things were the tell-tale signs of a Wendigo attack. A slight smile appeared on his face.
He grabbed a spare bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and stormed out of the house, keys jingling in the air. "Going out…Don't bother waiting up!" he barked as Bobby and Sam watched him storm out the door.
A couple of hours had passed before Bobby ran into the kitchen, startling the already jumpy Sam who was just sitting down to dinner. "Bad news Sam, we need to figure out where your idgit brother got off to before he gets himself killed".
Sam just looked at him; a forkful of salad hadn't quite made it to his mouth. "You know him, Bobby. He's probably just off to the closest bar to find some random chick to take his frustrations out on. Not really something I wanna chase him down to see." He finally took the bite of food and went about reloading his fork with an exaggerated look of disgust on his face.
"Does he usually take a flame thrower to get laid, dumbass?" Bobby pointed to an empty shelf in the next room. "See that small circle of 'no dust'? Well, that's where my propane torch used to sit. Your brother's in no condition to even be hunting chicks, let alone hunting something nasty that requires a flame thrower to kill. Do you understand me, genius?"
Sam cursed under his breath, throwing the salad in the trash. He knew full well that when his brother decided to do something stupid, he did it big.
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