My first supernatural Fanfic. Tell me what you think.
Dean walked down the stairs, yawing as he did so and straight into the kitchen making a bee line for the fridge. He reached in grabbing the milk and taking a long gulp, which was fine until his mother smacked him round the side of the head with the spatula she was cooking with.
"Dean! How many times do I have to tell you, no drinking out of the carton!"
Putting the milk down, he laughed and grabbed his mothers had dancing with her a little as 'Hey Jude' played on the radio. He loved the smell of her hair it always comforted him to know that it was something he would never loose.
"What's for breakfast mum?"
"Pancakes, like we have every Tuesday Dean. Now go and get your brother before you're late for school."
Smiling he turned around ready to dart past his father who winked at him over the morning newspaper, seeing that Sam was already downstairs and ready.
"Eager aren't we Sammy?"
"Shut up, Jerk"
"Bitch."
Mary just looked at her too son's and shook her head. They got on so well and they looked out for each other. She had half expected them to turn out like a pair of fighting boisterous boys, yet they were so close.
"Dean Darling? Run upstairs and just wash your hands okay."
With a simple nod the boy rushed up the stairs taking them too at time, making a bee line for the kitchen. If he was quick enough he could meet Jo and Cas before class and chat about all the crazy things they had done over the weekend.
Grabbing the tooth brush of the side and brushing his teeth he noticed a small bottle with a few pills in it. It just had a label on that said 'Dean Winchester – Take 2 a day'. Automatically like routine he picked them up swallowing them straight down.
Quickly rinsing his hands under the tap he ran out of the bathroom, not even finding time to dry his hands and glided down the stairs and straight into the dining room where he knew the pancakes awaited.
But he found himself in an empty house. All the sounds had gone. Panicing he ran from room to room, trying to find someone. Anyone.
"Mum?... Dad!... Sam!?... SAMMY!"
But the more he called the more the homely rooms turned to white walls. The smell of his mothers cooking turning to disinfectant. Even the warm air turned colder.
Yes. That was right. There was no home. No mum. No dad. No crazy weekends and friend. And defiantly no Sam. It wasn't real. Not any more.
"Mr Winchester? Its time for your mental check up."