Protector
It had been two weeks since the Winchester men finally found and killed what they had been looking for, now Mary and Jessica's deaths were avenged.
"So Dad's off sorting out loose ends, what about you?" Dean didn't actually want to ask, but he knew he had to.
"I'll be packing my things and heading back." Sam replied flicking through the channels of the motel rooms t.v.
"Oh" Dean replied pursing his lips; disappointment in his voice as he looked round the room trying to find something to occupy his mind.
"Come on, you know I was going to." Sam reminded him.
"Yeah, I know, but we're all healed up, I thought you could stick around for a bit longer, hang out, you know have so fun!" Dean emphasized the word fun with a smile.
"I can't, I go back now and I can get straight back into it." Sam switched the television off and got up from the couch.
"Ok fine, go." Dean said matter of factly.
"Dean?"
"Seriously dude, don't worry, go!" Dean gave no emotion in his words, he was about to lose his brother again and he didn't want to show how that made him feel.
"I'm going." Sam looked slightly puzzled at his brother; he knew he didn't want him to go but he thought he'd be okay with it by now.
"Good." Dean said leaving the room for the bathroom.
Sam felt a little uncomfortable before deciding that now was actually as good a time as any to begin packing his bag.
Dean splashed water over his face; his fear of being alone was becoming all too real. Breathing out with a sigh, he picked up a towel and slowly patted his face dry staring briefly into the mirror.
Sam was almost done when Dean finally came back out "you okay?" he asked.
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?" Dean tried to answer with enthusiasm.
"I'm nearly done, there's a bus, I'll erm, I'll be leaving soon." Sam said unsure of his brothers reaction "I'll ring you"
"Cool." Dean nodded, as Sam packed the last of his possessions.
"Guess this is it then."
"Guess so." The brothers shared a brief hug, patting each other on the back as they did so.
"See ya." Sam threw his bag over his shoulder and headed for the door.
"Bye geek boy, don't let the door hit your butt on the way out." Dean smirked before he jumped onto the couch and reached for the remote.
Sam smiled, looking at his brother knowing he had to leave but he'd hope that somehow the parting would be different.
"Bye Dean." Sam said as he walked out.
"See ya Sammy." Dean winked from his seat as Sam closed the door behind him.
Tears welled in the hunter's eyes; that was it, he was now alone. Switching off the television he sat looking towards the dusted window.
Sam walked down the street trying to justify to himself that he was doing the right thing but not once looking back.
Dean blew out a breath, and looked around the room; this was going to be his life now, a hunt and then sitting alone in some bad excuse for a motel room.
As Sam's walk continued to the bus stop his mind was working overtime, he suddenly stopped and did an about turn but stopped again and turned back shaking his head "its better this way."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Dean jumped up with a smile on his face "Sam?"
As the door was opened and before Dean could even register what was going on, two burly ugly looking men burst through, catching him off guard.
Sam sat waiting for his bus fidgeting, looking up and down the street. As soon as he had walked out of the door his mind questioned his decision. He may have told Dean he wanted his 'college boy' life back previously but after finally banishing his mom's killer from this earth, he now wasn't sure if his life was actually that of the hunter his brother wanted him to be. "Damn it Dean" he got up, smiled, and made his way back.
Dean rolled across the floor and jumped back up into a fighting stance. "Now come on guys, that's not very lady like." he quipped raising his eyebrows.
They said nothing.
"Great, no sense of humor." Dean spurted out as he roundhouse kicked one and ducked a punch from the other, throwing out a returning strike that connected with the other ugly guy's ribs. Dean reflected for a moment as he had a feeling that punch hurt his knuckles more than it's intended victim "what the hell are you guys made of, brick?" he had no time to finish as he was cracked in the face with an upper cut. It sent him flying, crashing down on the table in the centre of the room.
Landing with an umph Dean tried to shake off the hurt "oh now I'm pissed," he pointed at his attackers in turn "ok Bert and Ernie I'm now going to kick your asses."
Going at Bert first he tried a front kick, but Ernie wasn't having any of it, he grappled Dean and threw him with great ease into the wall.
Trying to recover, Dean got back up coughing, the wind knocked out of him he was still adamant he could take them, or at least fight his way passed them to the door.
"You muppets don't play fair do you?" he said spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Bert and Ernie just stood with no real expression on their faces, Dean smirked at the irony.
Dean finally thought better of his attack plan, not wanting another meeting with the wall and he needed to recover a little so staying where he was, was the next plan. Leaning with his hands on his knees, he tried to catch his breath.
His attackers didn't seem too impressed though as Ernie this time started to come at him. Dean quickly lifted his right hand in the air as a stop gesture "wooah, not ready yet," he said in jest.
But ugly guy Ernie just kept coming.
Pushing himself to stand Dean braced himself for impact.
The pair of them went smashing down into the chair, turning it up. Bert joined in by wrapping the cord from the table lamp around Dean's neck, pulling it tighter sending him slowly and painfully into darkness.
With ease Dean was picked up and thrown over Ernie's shoulder, out the door and they were gone.
x
Sam took in a deep breath, approaching the door, he thought best if he knocked. Raising his arm to tap on the door, he realized the door was already open. Hairs stood up on the back of his neck, fear spreading throughout his body. Dropping his bag he went into hunter mode, slowly opening the door "Dean" he softly called out. His eyes widen as he looked at the trashed room.
Moving quickly Sam scanned around; there was no sign of Dean.
"Shit!" he was getting frantic as something caught his eye, reaching down he picked up the item, horror spreading across his face, flipping it over into his hand he cupped Dean's pendant in his palm.
"Dean?"
TBC
