AN: well I'm trying to get over my rut, and I figure the best way is to keep writing ,no matter what I'm putting out haha. Sorry folks. Well here is an extra chapter for Heroes which has now turned into multi-chapter, Not sure how long though.
Hope you enjoy, and if anyone has any suggestions on where they would like to see the story go, I'm keeping it open.
Thanks macs ace for the beta once again : )
ENJOY
The small town hospital had been quiet, apparently at midnight people in the small town of Bordon preferred to stay in bed rather than make a trip to the hospital. Which was a good thing for the Winchester family. Sam had been registered and stitched up within two hours.
Now they sat in a dingy motel, in the middle of nowhere. Sam had noted that their car had been the only one in the parking lot - other than the managers car - when their father had dropped them off. He hadn't even bothered to come in with them, just ordered them to turn in for the night. He was going to make sure everything was taken care of at the hunt since they'd had to leave so quickly.
The blood was still boiling between Sam and his father, Dean being the only one who could break the tension. But nothing Dean could say would make Sam feel any better about his father's last comments before he drove off.
It had been a slap in Sam's face when his father told him to stay, and that Dean had to watch him. Sam knew he had disappointed his father, had let him down by not only showing emotion on a hunt, but also because of how he had challenged his fathers authority.
Sam had never stood up to his father to that extent, sure he had been angry with John for dragging him away from school or missing a play, but Sam had never questioned hunting like that before, and he knew it had shocked not only his father but Dean as well.
Everything about hunting had suddenly changed for Sam, it wasn't the same, it would never be the same. There were certain areas of hunting that Sam didn't agree with, in fact certain areas about hunting that he hated. The more he saw it, the more he was involved with it the more he started to realize it wasn't for him.
He wasn't the type of person to conform to a certain set of rules, he knew that, even at his age, he liked to explore different options, and there were no different options in hunting, there was one way, and one way only. It was supposed to be about killing the supernatural, and saving people along the way, but what if not all supernatural was evil?
His hand throbbed as he sat silently next to his brother, his mind racing as he contemplated his role in hunting, the glow of the television flickered in the dark room but he wasn't paying any attention to it.
His brother nudged him, knowing that he was lost in his thoughts. Sam hadn't expected Dean to sit beside him, and he wasn't going to admit it, but he was glad his brother had. The comfort his brother offered was enough to quell his racing mind, if only slightly.
"You did good tonight Sammy." Dean said quietly, never taking his gaze off the television.
Sam shook his head, "don't say that."
"Sam, I never wanted your first kill to be like that, I wanted to be there." Dean said finally looking over, his eyes glazed with hidden emotions.
Sam knew his brother was torn, not about killing the girl, just that Sam had done it alone.
"I would have never let you do it if I'd have known." Dean said quietly, a rare moment between the brothers that Sam wasn't used to, "I know," he replied quietly, a silent tear falling as Dean pulled him in close.
The younger brother wasn't sure how long they sat like that, his brother's hold chasing everything away, making things seem brighter and clearer. "You should go wash up, and I'll take a look at that hand before we turn in." Dean said, stretching his long arms as he moved to his duffel to retrieve the first aid kit.
Sam's movements were sluggish; the nights' emotionally exhausting events having drained him of all his energy, he just wanted to crawl into the motel bed and forget about what had happened. Brushing his teeth and nothing more he stumbled back into the room.
His sluggish movements abandoned him as soon as he looked at his brother; Deans face filled with mixed emotions. He was on the phone, and it didn't look like it was good news.
"Dad?!" Dean called out pacing the room, trying desperately to hear their father on the other end. "Dad?!"
Sam could see the fear in his brother actions as he hung up the phone, sinking to the bed, head in his hands. "Dean? What?"
"Dad's in trouble." Was his only reply as he gathered their things, they had to go out and find their father.
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Tying all loose ends was important on any hunt, but when it came to werewolves it was imperative that all ends were finished, salted and burned.
If even one member of the pack was not killed they could track John and his boys down, the scent of his family was littered around the forest, Sam's scattered blood from his hand would leave a nice trail for any remaining pack members.
But he was certain that he had gotten them all, it was one family, two parents, three children, he had spent hours researching. All witness accountants having documented seeing only five werewolves at one time, he was sure he was in the good; he just had to make sure they all burned till they were ash.
But when John pulled up to the pack of burning wolves and saw a figure hunched over the fire, his heart began to race, his mistake evident in the hunched back, the long claws, and the black fur… there was one left.
Killing the loud motor on the Impala he got out, gun in hand, he had to finish the pack to make sure that there was no kin left to hunt him and his boys down. He moved quickly and quietly, silently berating himself for not killing all of the kin, for putting his boys at risk for a stupid mistake.
Getting close to the forests edge he stopped, his gun pointing at the figure that appeared to be mourning the loss of its family. John raised the gun, his eyes trained on the dark form, only to be surprised when the black eyes of the wolf looked at him.
"Shit" John muttered, he had been seen and he didn't have time to take proper aim, he fired. The bullet grazing through the air, John watched as it went, his trained eye tracking the bullet until it made it to the intended target.
His target who had also been tracking it, dodged it quite easily before disappearing into the dark night, its black fur mixing with the forests edge.
John didn't waste any time, running back to his car, flipping open his phone, the signal was bad but it didn't matter. His tires squealing as he made the call, he needed to warn his boys, he needed to be with his boys, and he knew he wasn't going to make it before the wolf did.
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The room was quiet as the boys gathered their things, they didn't have to think twice about going out to get their father. The dull ache and exhaustion that had been plaguing Sam disappeared once he'd heard their father needed them.
Both boys moved with a sense of urgency, their trained senses coming back to life at the threat to the family, it was one of the only reasons Dean had heard it. It was a faint rustling on the outside of the window, the sound of nails and glass meeting, in a slow and rhythmic manner.
He stopped to look, moving the curtain back his wary eyes looking over the parking lot, but he saw nothing. Closing the blinds he went back to getting his things ready, only to hear the scratching once again.
Turning to Sam he saw that his brother had heard it too. Moving cautiously towards the door, Sam at his heels, weapon drawn, he opened the door.
He was met with nothing, the lot was empty, not even a car had gone by in the last hour, "What the hell?" he mumbled as he started to close the door.
Gazing out into the parking lot once more, his instincts screamed that something wasn't right, as a blur of black came screaming towards him, knocking him out of the way, his head connecting hard against the wall.
The blast of the shotgun and his brother's yell were the last things he heard before he fell to the floor, darkness coming over him.
AN: That's it hope for this chapter its okay : )