Untouched

Hey! After reading like... Thousands of teenchester fanfics, I have finally got the courage to start writing my own. Now, I haven't thought of an actually storyline for this yet, It just kind of popped into my head while i was supposed to be doing homework one night. But here it is, if you like it, at least leave a review, to help me out for the next chapter. Have an idea for what the storyline, TELL ME! I would really appreciate it. Writer's block! D;

John: (He's just old kay?)

Dean: 19

Sammy: 15


"Help Me." I looked down at the unfortunate being, lying sprawled on the floor, her hair matted and tangled. She weakly lifted her blood-ridden hand, and turned it towards me, quivering slightly. "Please. Help me." I couldn't dare look at her any longer. Salty tears had started to fall freely from my now closed eyes, before cascading down my cheeks. It was too late, she'd been bitten. I couldn't help her. My only choice now was... to kill her. I quickly wiped the tears away with the back of my palm. Dad can't see my like this. Not when I look so weak; so vulnerable. I still could never see why Dean was always so interested and fascinated with what we do. We where hunters; no, that was an understatement; we where killers. We killed supernatural monsters for a living. 'It was our job', as Dad said. 'There's nothing wrong about it, we save people.'

I watched her chest rise and fall every moment, her breathing unstable. Her bloodshot eyes finally met mine. My fingers tightened around the handle of the gun, before positioning it towards her. I couldn't blame Dean or Dad for any of this; I knew I had to finish the job. Even if I didn't want to, I had to; because it wasn't my neighbour's job, or my teacher's; it was mine, and mine alone. My wet eyes rested on her trembling body, before pushing down the trigger. I closed my eyes a second later, not wanting to see the bullet penetrating her skull. I already knew how loud a gunshot was, and that soon enough that Dean and Dad would find their way here. I waited in utter silence, in the complete, bloody mess.

"Sammy?"

There was nothing wrong with what we did. I knew Dad was right, we did save people. We helped them; even if they didn't realise it, we helped them, more times than they could imagine. Dean loved the job. I remember the exact night like the back of my hand, when he'd just come back from his first actual kill with Dad; his face and clothes drenched in blood. The one thing that did surprise me though was Dad's face; his hollow, tired eyes wrinkling tightly as his mouth curved in a large shaped 'U'. 'He's never smiled at me like that.' I thought dully. He was proud of Dean, and I hated it.

"Sam?"

I never wanted Dad or Dean to be disappointed in me but what if I didn't want to be a hunter like they did. What if I wanted to have a 'Normal apple pie' life as Dean always said? Maybe I did want to go to college and make a living. I want to be safe. I want Dean and Dad to be safe. I couldn't choose between either one; they where my family; my blood, skin and bones. But then there was my life. What I want to do for the rest of my life. I can't hunt and move around the country with Dean and Dad forever. I had to move on; sooner or later.

"Dammit Sammy!"

I looked down at my bloody hands, and quickly wiped them on my dirty, worn out jeans. For a long moment, I stood still in the dark. My knees were shaking, almost trembling with excitement. I couldn't wait to see the surprise on Dad's face. I had finally done it, finished the job. There was no gut-retching feeling in my stomach. No butterflies or anything that made me nervous or un-comfortable. I just killed my first monster. A monster that probably had a family, children that where waiting for her to get home from work. What had I just done? I killed an innocent human. Oh god...

I suddenly felt the bile that was stored in my stomach rise up my throat and fallout from my lips onto the damp ground. Leaning over the still body, I ungracefully fell on my knees and let out a dry sob. I killed that lady. And for a minute, I enjoyed it. I looked down at the mess and cringed at the sight of the orange chunks. What had I eaten that was orange? Oh well... I slowly nudged away from the mess below me and cradled my head between my arms; before curling myself up into a tight ball.

"Sammy! I found him Dad, Oh Christ... Sammy." I nearly couldn't believe it. How long had it actually been since I shot the woman? Had Dean already made it here? Somehow, I didn't think so. But I couldn't be sure. I squinted open my eyes, and looked up towards the ceiling, only to find a pair of very familiar green eyes. I sighed in relief. Dean. He was here; with me, like he promised.

His cold hand brushed against my burning forehead, as I lifted my aching body and turned it towards him. My eyes started watering again and I cocked my head to the left, not making any eye contact.

"D-Dean... "I couldn't bring myself to say anymore. I'm sorry.

"Shhh Sammy, Don't talk. We'll be home soon, I promise." Home? I really wanted to punch Dean in the stomach right now. We didn't have a home. Carefully, Dean picked me up and pushed himself off the dirty ground. I didn't have the strength to complain to Dean to put me down.

"It'll be alright tiger." I heard Dad's voice.

That's when everything went black.

Okay. Wow, finally finished the chapter. I hope it sounded good. Reviews would be much appreciated.

-Libby.