Story- I have yet to see a story about when John had to kill Bill (No pun intended.)
Disclaimer- I do NOT own supernatural or the characters…
A/N- This is just a 100-300 word story I decided to write…
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The creature came out of no-where. One moment they were sitting there, ready to go, the next Bill was on the ground choking and spitting out his own blood.
After killing the supernatural being and kicking it a few times for good measure, John ran over to Bill's position on the ground.
"Oh god Bill…" John sullenly said, taking in all the blood.
"I'll be-" He cuts off to choke on his blood again. "Okay…" He finishes.
'He's not going to make it…'
Looking at all the blood surrounding his short-term friend, he thought over the situation.
There were a couple ways to go.
One. Drag him back to the truck, where he would probably- no, scratch that- DEFINATLY die on the way to a hospital.
Two. Hope he could stop the bleeding and- No, there was no way the bleeding could be stopped…
Three. He could put him out of his misery.
He looked down at his gun, then at his friend. He was still gurgling, it broke John's heart. He couldn't take it any more. He moved his hand to his gun.
Bill looked over at his friend as John stood up. He saw the gun.
"John, Please, I can make it."
John just stared at him, a silent tear slipping down his cheek.
"I need to see Ellen again, I need to see Jo grow up. Please John, let me see them again."
John was allowing a trail of tears cascade down his face, he raised the gun.
"Please don't!" He choked and gurgled, spitting more of the crimson liquid out of his mouth. "Let me see my little girl again…"
He clicked the safety off of his gun.
"Please!" He choked some more.
Sparing one last glance at his friend, he moved his finger to the trigger.
"John…Don't…"
With a resounding bang, He pulled the trigger.
William Harvelle fell into the lake behind him dead.
The last feeling he felt? Betrayal.
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I just thought of this… Until next time! ~PsychoPicasso