A/N: Alright, this idea came to life while watching a very intense baseball game on TV, Indians vs. Boston. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Own nothing except for the Chakan(which is completely made up)
Eighteen-year-old Dean walked as quietly as he could through the dark woods. They were after a thing called a Chakan. Sam was behind him, his gun pointed down at the ground, while Dean's was pointed straight ahead. Their dad was about fifty feet from them, his own gun pointed out.
As Dean and Sam reached a small creek they heard the cracking up branches right behind them. Dean quickly whipped around and pushed Sam to the ground. He brought his gun up to the Chakan, but before he could do anything the thing brought a long nail down his face and pushed him to the ground, hard. Sam had his own gun ready and quickly shot it, knocking it to the ground.
"Dean!" he shouted as he quickly went over to his brother. John was by both of their sides the moment he heard the shot ring out.
"Hey, Sammy. You get it?" Dean said, his cocky grin showing as he sat up from the spot he'd been knocked to.
"Yeah. You all right?" he asked concerned.
"Where'd that scratch come from, Dean?" John asked before Dean could respond to Sam.
"It scratched me, but I'm fine." He assured his dad and brother.
"Sam, we've got to get him back to the motel, quick. Help me get him up." Dean pushed away their hands though as he stood up on his own.
"Jeez, guys, I'm fine. Leave me alone." He said as he started walking back to the car. Sam quickly caught up with Dean, while John stayed back for a minute and burned the body.
About half way back to the car Dean's legs decided to give out. Sam quickly had a hold on him though before he could fall all the way to the ground.
"Fine, huh?" he said dryly as he helped Dean up.
"Shut up." He said, there wasn't much force behind it though because he was starting to not feel so great. John was there now though and was helping Sam help Dean back to the car.
"Just relax, Dean." He told him as he helped settle him in the backseat.
"Really, Dad, I'm fine. Just coming off an adrenaline rush too quickly, that's all." He said, putting on a brave face.
"Right." He replied as he got into the front seat and started up the engine.
By the time they got back to the motel Dean was passed out in the backseat. John helped him while Sam locked up the car.
"'s hot." Dean slurred as he walked into the room.
"I know, you've got a fever, pal." John said as he helped Dean off with his jacket.
"Is Dean going to be alright, Dad?" Sam asked as he walked in behind them.
"He should be. Just help make him comfortable. I gotta go out and get some things." He said before taking off.
"'M sorry, Sammy." Dean said as Sam came over to him.
"Why?"
"Not normal." After that he slipped in the land of unconsciousness.
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Dean slowly opened up his eyes and saw his mom looking at him, a small smile on her face.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Feeling better?" she asked him sweetly.
"What time is it?" he asked groggily as he sat up in the bed.
"Ten. You're brother left for school two hours ago."
"Ok." Was all he said, his mind wondered back to the dream he'd had. His mom was dead, he fought mythological creatures, and his dad was strict and never around.
"Want some breakfast?" she asked, knocking him out of his thoughts.
"Sure." He said, realizing how hungry he was.
"Alright, I'll see you downstairs." She said as she got up off his bed, not before give him a kiss on the forehead though. He got up and changed out of his sweatpants and threw on a Metallica shirt and a pair of jeans.
When got downstairs and sat at the table in the kitchen his thoughts had once again wondered to the dream he'd had. It was just so weird.
"You alright, honey, you're still a little warm." She said as she came up next to him, her hand going over his forehead.
"Fine, just a little tired that's all." He said, giving her a reassured smile.
"Alright. I'm gonna run up the store today and do a couple other errands. Your brother will be home about five because he's got soccer practice so you'll be alone for awhile." She said as he ate the eggs she'd set in front of him.
"Alright, that's cool." He'd pushed the dream to the back of his mind.
"All right then, oh and you know Dad's at the garage working so…" she said, but didn't finish when Dean cut her off.
"I'll be fine, Mom. I'm eighteen, a senior." He said, smiling at her.
"I know, but I'm your mom, I have a job to be worried." She said smiling.
"Yeah. I'm gonna go watch some TV mom." He said as he cleared his plate off the table and went into the living room. He might be feeling a bit better, but he still did have a slight fever like his mom said and he was still slightly tired. As he stretched out on the couch, an old Star Trek episode playing in the background, he felt his eyes growing heavy and he let sleep succumb him. Just as he fell asleep he saw his brother hovering over him like a mother hen.
let me know what you thought. this will be continued.