So the first part was boring and mainly an introduction to the story but this chapter is where things get interesting. Hope you enjoy please leave reviews
It had been 6 months since that fateful day when he lost his last family member and life became a steady routen that occasionally bored Dean. He would wake up eat healthy, Lisa's orders, go to work, pretend to care about what he does come home teach Ben how to fix cars, watch TV with Ben then to bed where the nightmares start.
Dean had grown so used to this schedual he didn't question anything anymore it just was what it was. When had life gotten so easy and yet so complicated he thought as he laid in bed with Lisa. She did everything for him she kept him sane and safe Dean would be forever grateful for her taking him in sometimes he still couldn't believe his luck.
Dean stared at the ceiling and found patterns in the little lines he could be entertained for hours he was to afraid to sleep to afraid to see blood and pain. He couldn't handle it.
It was beautiful here, Dean hadn't been here in years but it looked exactly the same. The breeze swept over him bringing the scent of pine and earth.
Dean inhailed and walked by the huge oak that at one point to him could tower over mountains and an old rope swing hang from the lowest branch the seat a foot from the ground soundlessly swinging with the wind it should have been decaying to bitter pieces of filth by now.
The grass was dead but beautiful to Dean he walked past the oak and watched the horizon the sun was just setting and it cast a beautiful warm glow on the valley he had long forgotten. "Dean?" Dean froze his heart stopped at hearing that voice, that innocent voice of a 13 year old Sam who held so much hope for the future.
He turned slowly and just waiting to have his heart ripped apart at the empty space, instead he saw Sam sitting on the swing looking at Dean but not seeing the real Dean. He remembered this, a memory that's all this was, a memory.
"Are you mad at me Dean?" the boy frowned a worry line appeared as his eyes searched his big brothers face for the answer.
Dean sighed and walked over to the big oak and slide down next to his baby brother he remembered this conversation well. "No Sam, im not mad at all" he whispered up at his brother.
Sam looked unconvinced which made Dean laugh his brother never understood his calm approach or maybe because this just wasn't the same Dean.
" I want more for you Sam. I want you to have a life, friends a girlfriend (an image of Jessica came to his mind and Dean smirked) she'll probably be to hot for you to handle" he chuckled and Sam just smirked and rolled his eyes and started to swing slowly.
Dean kept watching his brother knowing his fate, a part of him wanted to tell Sam to run and never look back he wanted to change his brothers future before it was to late but he knew it was just a memory.
"I thought about…maybe being… a lawyer" Sam whispered the last bit shifting his eyes told Dean he thought his big brother would laugh at his dream and the first time around Dean had but not this time.
"You would make one hell of a lawyer. You would be saving and helping people even then" Sam smiled that smile that tugged at Deans heart. Dean almost cried seeing it. "thanks Dean" Sam said.
Sam kept swinging and Dean just continued to stare at his baby brother. He wanted this to be real to save his brother he wanted it so bad but Dean stiffened something shifted in the air, something cold and sinister was near and coming closer.
Dean stood and put himself between Sam and whatever the hell was out there, memory or not he would protect his brother.
"Dean?" Sam called to him but Dean just kept looking around.
The air was thick and he felt like something caressed him and he wanted to puke. Dean shivered feeling tainted when Sam started to scream.
Dean turned just in time to see Sam fall out of the swing. Dean was by his side in a heart beat trying to sooth his little brother while his mind started screaming this wasn't part of the memory!
Dean held his little brother he screamed again and this time blood flowed out of Sam's stomach. Sam screamed louder until his screams died down to choking on his blood. "Sam!" Dean screamed for his brother their were no wounds what the hell was going on.
Sam screamed his eyes flying open seeking his brothers gaze. "Help me Dean! Dean please"
His brother begged and begged his bright hazel eyes searing Deans eye but something was off. Sam's eyes were red and bright Sam screamed gain and his eyes were burning in their sockets blood leaked from the boys eyes down his face and the edges of Sam started to smoldering burning away before his very eyes.
"Dean" Dean bolted straight up breathing heavely as the flow of tears poored down his face he couldn't stop them. "Dean" a voice sounded in the corner of his room and Dean was on instant alert he jumped up holding Ruby's knife that he kept under his pillow and held it out. "Who are you!"
TBC..
