Title: Aftermath
Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or any of its characters. I'm just borrowing them for a bit.
A/N: Please let me know whether continuing or not. I have my doubts about it and since this is my first fan fiction story I've been brave enough to post I would really appreciate hearing what you think. Constructive criticism is more than welcome but please be nice about it.
Willows Peak, Pennsylvania
He tried to stop it but by the time he knew what was happening it was too late; too late to stop it, and too late to warn the innocents of the oncoming onslaught. He tried, despite the impossibility of the task he tried. If they would have gotten here sooner, figured it out sooner thousands of people would still be alive. He wasn't sure of the amount of destruction it had caused beyond his motel room. He was still pinned beneath the debris too weak to free himself, in too much pain to even try. But he was positive that most of the small town had been leveled and most of the occupants were either dead or in their last moments. Few would have survived and the ones that did would wish they hadn't. No one can witness something like this and not be changed by it not even him. He just hoped Sam wasn't around to witness it.
He didn't know where he was or even if he was alive. They talked an hour before the attack. He was still trying to navigate his way through the forest just outside of town looking for a cabin that for all they knew didn't exist. A wild goose chase meant to distract them from the real threat. He hoped for Sammy's sake that he was still there. That he'd gotten lost or wondered in too far to get back into town before dark. It was the best he could hope for his little brother. That he wasn't around to witness their defeat or too suffer for their mistakes. Everything began to fade to black despite his attempts to stay awake; to keep himself conscious just a while longer. His body jerked involuntarily when his cell phone broke the thick silence that had settled in. Its loud pitched scream echoed throughout the room bringing a small smile to his face.
"That-a-boy Sammy." Dean said hoarsely before allowing himself to fall freely into the black. Welcoming the painless existence that it offered. His breathing slowed from ridged to a soft and steady pace.