Death's a' Knockin
A/N: THis is my first story. It kinda stinks, but please give it a chance! thanks!
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, but they aren't. :/
The full moon illuminated the world surrounding Dean as he sat by the tree, waiting, listening, watching. He noticed every movement, every sound that floated to his ears. "Come on." He whispered to himself, wondering what was taking so long. The wolf should have taken the bait by now. He glanced up the path towards his dad; suddenly wishing Sammy was there. Ever since Sam had left for Stanford, almost two years prior, Dad had been even more revenge obsessed. He was willing to leave Dean behind to go on a hunt; something that he hadn't done since they both had started hunting.
A howl sounded behind him, right as his fathers voice called out behind him. "Dean, DROP!"
Dean fell to the floor on instinct; the sound of a gun reverberating through the woods. He glanced to his right where the werewolf was collapsing to the ground, a silver bullet puncturing its heart.
"Nice shot dad." Dean muttered to himself.
"Dean, let's go." Dad hollered. Dean signed. He hated this nonstop hunting. They never had any breaks; it was one hunt right after another. Sammy had always been the reason they would over stay during a hunt. Gosh, Dean missed that kid. He glanced down at the gun in his hand. "Dean, I said it's time to go." His dad barked.
"Dad," he turned to face his father, "I want to go visit Sam. He's still my brother and I need to check on him, protect him. That's my job." The anger in his father's eyes stopped him cold.
"Dean, we talked about this. Our periodic drive bys are all we can do. Your brother doesn't want us and all our family... crap in his life. Why should we try to force him to be okay with it?" Dean glanced down. Deep in his heart, he had to believe Sammy still wanted them in his lives. It was the reason Dean hadn't begged him to stay. He had told himself that Sam loved his family, and that the best way for Dean to protect his brother, was to let him get out of this life. Dean knew he probably wouldn't live to see forty. Sam had a chance now, a chance at a future. Who
"Dad—" his fathers cell rang.
"Hello?" his father growled as he picked up the phone. Dean watched as his fathers face twisted to one of fear. "Yeah, I know him." Whispering on the other line. "What do you mean critical condition?" Dean's heart sped up. Who was in the hospital this time? Bobby, Pastor Jim, Caleb? "Be there in five hours." His father croaked as he hung up his cell.
"Dad, who is it?" Dean asked, all thoughts of Sam disappearing.
"It's Sam. He's in the hospital. Dean, he might not make it." His dad whispered. Dean's heart froze in place.
A/N: Little cliffy for everyone! Please review. I don't think I will continue if you don't. (; Thanks!