Who Are You?
Sam hurried behind his older brother, attempting to keep up with the hurried pace and the exceedingly long legs. He was sore from being up late at night, running after the creature that had been hurting all those families, all those children.
"Hurry up Sammy!" Dean called towards the young boy, bringing Sam out of his thoughts. The boy picked up the pace, attempting to elongate his strides with his still-short thin legs.
They were hunting a Gowrow, a nasty reptile-like monster originally from the plains of Arkansas. Known for its disgusting yellowy and slimy tusks and creepy noises, the Gowrow was a dragon subspecies, and while it normally was merely contended with just eating cattle out in the plains, one particularly nasty son of a bitch had gotten too close to a residential area, eating, as a result, the next available food: humans.
The Winchester men had come to town after several reports of humans, especially children, disappearing, only for several traces of blood and clothes to be later found by the scared towns-folk. As soon as John, Dean, and Sam had arrived to the scene of the crime, and seen what was left of the poor victims, they had thrown themselves into research, having a difficult time finding out what it was exactly they were dealing with.
It was Sam, it was always Sam, who first found the connection between the witnesses' account, the location, and the identity of the sickening creature. As soon as he had found the answer to their problem, and informed his dad and brother about it, John took his hunting knife and favorite gun without as much as acknowledging his youngest' accomplishment. Instead, John merely shouted out orders for the hunt, leaving the dingy motel they were staying at with a quick step, expecting his sons to follow through.
As always, it was Dean that recognized his brother's downcast eyes and the hurt expression he carried at his father's manners. And it was Dean, as always, who mended that sad face by patting his brother's back with a huge, sparkling smile that was only ever reserved for Sam to see.
"You did great kid, God, who knew that being such a nerd could turn out to be good? I don't know how that big brain of yours fits inside that tiny head." Dean laughed, affection seeping from his voice, as he ruffled his brother's messy hair. As soon as Dean had spoken those words, Sam had instantly looked up, eyes know shinning with self-accomplishment.
"I'm not a nerd, you jerk, and I do not have a small head!" Sam replied, attempting to sound upset, but failing as he couldn't help the appearance of a wide, dimpled grin on his young face. Dean saw his brother's smile and smiled even bigger. Seeing the kid happy is what he lived for after all.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, bitch" Still with a smile on his face, Dean grabbed Sam and his duffle bags and put an arm over his little brother's shoulders, while leading him out of the room towards the Impala and their waiting father.
That's how Sam and Dean had ended up hunting the Gowrow with their father, except that, their father and the damn mutated dragon were nowhere to be seen.
"Shit!" Dean whispered to himself, placing a strong arm on Sam's chest to stop him from running ahead as he suddenly stopped to listen to their surroundings.
"Dean?" Sam asked, concerned at how the events were unfolding themselves. He was still inexperienced with hunting, and this was the first time that Dean and him had been separated from their father during a hunt, so, less to say, Sam was growing more fearful as each moment passed.
"Shut up for a second Sam" Dean ordered, obviously trying to listen to something. As Sam complied with the order, an action which he would normally have had more trouble with following, he began hearing a small, wet rattle, as if someone or something was being choked with some heavy liquid.
"Oh crap, crap, crap" Sam muttered as he stepped forward, a few small steps ahead of Dean, looking at the direction of the sound with wide eyes.
"Someone is chocking there Dean!" Sam exclaimed as he began running towards the unsettling sound.
"Sam! Wait!" Dean began running after his brother, catching up to him in just a few seconds. As they approached the area, Dean held a gasp of terror as he saw the reptile thing wrapping around his father's throat in an attempt to prevent all air passage for the older man.
Surprisingly, though, it was not Dean who first reacted to the unfolding scene in front of him, but as soon as the shocked Winchester had reacquired some of his senses back to jump into action, Sam had already lifted his small handgun and, with an expert hand, had shot the disgusting creature wrapped around his father's throat two times until it let go with an agonizing screech, the older man's throat.
In an instant, Dean had joined his brother in the carnage as he too shot several rounds of bullets at the creature, and with each step that the reptile took in an attempt to retreat, Dean took one step forward, closer to his gasping father.
"You okay dad?" Dean asked as he kept his aim at the now immobile thing, making sure that the silver bullets had worked their magic and the yellow husk serpent was no more.
"T-two" John managed to choke out, as he coughed and struggled with the sore muscles of his throat.
"What?"
"Two of 'em" The older man managed to speak louder this time, and as Dean understood the message, and his eyes widened at the information, he heard a low whimper coming from behind him.
Oh Shit
The older boy slowly turned his head and was greeted with the image of a forgotten Sam and a second, slightly larger, Gowrow wrapped around his brother's small, lithe figure. The sight of Sam's scared, wet eyes made Dean see red in rage. How dare this slimy creature wrap his slimy self around his Sammy?
Even though his instincts told him to jump to his brother's rescue, Dean remained motionless as he realized that the creature was looking at him, waiting to see the next course of his actions. He had to really think about what he was going to do next or his little brother could end up getting the grunt of it.
He didn't take into account that Sam might struggle as the reptile's grip got tighter, or that the kid's legs would give out, making him drop his hunting knife into the palm of his hand. Dean didn't really think that Sam would stab the thing, well, more like barely grazing it, but enough for the monster to react and stab its sharp teeth in between the space of Sam's throat and shoulder, making the kid scream in pain and attempt to stab the scaly, yellow-gray skin once more, resulting in Sam being thrown directly into a big looking tree, landing with his head and causing a loud, sickening cracking noise to come from the impact.
Nope, Dean Winchester hadn't taken any of those factors into account, but he never the less raised his gun and shot at the creature that had dared to touch and hurt his precious little brother, emptying the round of bullets of the thing's head and body. He then rushed towards Sam's unmoving body, the creature's and his father's condition forgotten in favor of Sam's.
"Sam? Are you okay there? Sammy?" Dean called out urgently, softly checking his brother's injuries as the kid's eyes began to flutter open.
"Dean?" A low raspy whisper responded, making Dean sigh in relief.
"Hey there kiddo"
"Is the Gowrow gone?"
"Yeah, he's gone. How do you feel? Do you think you can move?" Dean asked worriedly, remembering the crunching sound his brother's head made when it made contact with the tree.
"I'm fine" Sam proclaimed as he attempted to stand up. As soon as he moved from his position, a wave of nausea hit him and if it hadn't been for Dean catching him, he would have hit his head with the ground for the second time in one evening.
"Hey, hey. Take it easy there. I got you Sammy." Dean said as he softly placed Sam in his arms and stood up with the intent to carry his brother all the way back to the Impala.
"Put me down Dean" Sam complaint didn't carry much heat in it, as the fourteen year old immediately cuddled into his older brother's warm chest with the clear intent of staying there.
"No way" Dean retorted, looking down at Sam's small body with a small smile. Suddenly, now that Dean had his brother with him and out of harm's way, Dean finally turned towards his father, having forgotten his presence due to last few series of events. He saw the older Winchester kneeling down next to the bodies of the Gowrows, their dropped items already in his hands.
"Dad? You ready to go?"
"Yeah son" His father responded, standing up, apparently satisfied with the fact that the creatures were truly dead and would not be causing any further trouble, "Let's get out of this place."
A week had passed since the hunt with the Gowrow, the Winchesters had already left Arkansas and were now on the road, heading to a town where John would drop his two sons off on a motel while he himself headed a few towns over to investigate a few deaths.
Sam had been quiet since the Gowrow. Dean, growing worried at his brother's silence, had spoken to John a few days after the hunt, but John had brushed his son's new quiet attitude as merely teenager hormones. God knew that Sam was probably mad at something and was just giving them a small silent treatment. Dean wasn't so sure that was the case, but as always, he remained quiet, never questioning his father.
After John had left the boys alone on an actually half decent motel room, and headed out to begin his hunt, Sam had instantly walked towards the bed farthest from the door, dropped his duffle on the floor and carefully climbed under the cover, still wearing his day clothes.
Dean watched Sam's strange behavior, wondering if his dad was truly right this time.
Hey guys, I hoped you like the first part of this story. If everything goes according to plan, this will be the first part of a two-shot fic. So, as always, y'all know the drill, leave comments, constructive criticisms, reviews, etc.
Until next time.