DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR IT'S CHARACTERS! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE UNLIKELY CANDIDATES LYRICS OR MUSIC!
This piece is based off of the song Follow My Feet by The Unlikely Candidates. This whole story is really just one shots that could go together. It's okay to read them separate but I decided to just put them all together because the situations all revolve around each other. This is my first Supernatural FanFic so don't flame me too badly. Enjoy!
An Apocalypse and a Hard Place
Dean liked the sound of the pavement hitting the soles of his work boots. It was a rhythm that he could keep up with. It was constant. It was reliable. Unlike life the road was always a companion that he could turn to when in need. And he was in need. Just when things started to turn around Destiny had to go and take a shit all over the Winchester family and company. He could handle the apocalypse, he could handle just about anything, but he wouldn't sacrifice his brother like that. One half of the world was better than no Sam, wasn't it? Dean clutched his hand into a fit and beat against his heart. He could feel it sinking, further and further down into the contours of his chest. He walked so he could feel whole again, solid. He didn't care that he was in the middle of the road or that it had started to rain or that he was walking farther and farther away from his brother, his love.
Instead he followed wherever his feet would take him. Unconscious of where he was going, but conscious enough to know he didn't care, he prayed to Cass. He even prayed to God. To give him some sign about what he was supposed to do. Did he throw his brother to the wolves? Or in this case the angels? To Lucifer and Michael? Or should he keep Sam under his wing like a newborn bird? Dean wanted to do the right thing; he wanted to take the highroad. Not for himself, but for the millions of people that would die in this angel on angel war. He shivered in the beating rain, hitting and stinging any patch of skin it sought out. Dean stopped, his steady rhythm interrupted by his indecision. He tried one more time.
Cass? Are you there? God? I don't know what to do anymore. Your both supposed to look after me. What do I do? Give me a sign?
Dean waited for anything to pop up. Maybe something big and flashy but figured that wasn't how God did things. Cass maybe, but not God. The wind whipped through his short hair as he stood on the fading yellow lines painted on the road. Right in the middle. He wished he had been kept out of it. He sighed and picked up his rhythm. Dean walked as fast as he could, not caring if it took him a thousand miles away from Sam. But when he finally looked up, set against the black ink sky was their motel sketched out in neon lights. He followed his feet and they led him toward Sam. Dean gave an amused chuckle and smiled, glad that even subconsciously he would never stray too far from his Sammy. He decided he would put on his big boy pants and deal with this like he would any other case. He would fight everyone else's battles for them, like he always did.