All my Fault
By
Ava Brett
Chapter Two
Disclaimer
None of the characters mentioned in the below work of fiction belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my own entertainment purposes.
Author Note
I felt like a Dean chapter in this story. I'm not sure whether there will be a lot of chapters from Dean POV they will mainly be by Sam and maybe someone else though I won't reveal who it will be yet!
Anyway enjoy
Overall Summary
Dean was injured, possibly dying and it was Sam's fault, the same way that it was Sam's fault that they were trapped in a warehouse surrounded by enemies with no way on contacting the outside world for help. Sam will do whatever it takes to keep Dean alive, no matter what the cost might be but with Dean fading so fast will it be enough?
Chapter Summary
50 hours earlier Sam makes a demand of Dean….
Fifty hours earlier
Dean hated when Sam found cases for them to look into.
It wasn't that his brother didn't have an eye for it because he did, they both did. It came with the life style of being raised in the school of Hunters. Dean had lost track of the number of times when he had been too young to hunt that his Dad would throw several papers down in front of him and told him to start looking. If he found one which John agreed with then it would often mean a treat for him, just something small like a slice of pie.
He tilted his head thoughtfully wondering whether that was the reason why he loved pie so much and often treated him self to a slice when he felt he had done a good job at something, because it reminded him of the good times in his childhood.
He pushed the thought away instead allowing his mind the drift back to Sam and his lame ass attempts at picking cases.
Sam just couldn't be objective to save him life.
He wasn't like Dean who could pick a case at random and choose it because it was saving lives and stopping some evil sons of bitches from killing people who probably deserved a shot at life. No instead Sam had to find some sort of connection with the victim before he would pick them, a demon which targeted mothers, a spirit which targeted young blond women, Vampires targeting kids with crazy mind powers. It drove Dean mad.
He got why Sam did it, he really did but why couldn't Sam see the bigger picture which Dean did? That everyone deserved to be saved. If they handpicked the cases they wanted all the time then people would end up dead and it would be their fault.
Dean had enough blood on his hand without adding to it, he barely slept as it was with the nightmares of faces and voices haunting him.
Dean breathed out nosily, tapping his hand against the steering wheel as he silently cursed himself for being weak. Why the hell had he agreed to this. He must have been mad. If their father had been here then he would have simply thrown Sam into the boot of the impala if need be and driven to Phoenix blocking out the sound of Sam's moaning.
Dean couldn't do that though.
That would make him like his father and Dean didn't think he could handle having Sam look at him with the same level of dislike as he looked at the old man. It was his weakness and didn't every jackass out there know it.
"Speak to me Sammy boy?" he said, reaching and turning the volume of his music done so he could hear Sam clearly. "Tell me about the case, what exactly is happening there?"
Sam turned to look at him, an eager expression coming to his face which Dean found slightly disturbing. For a moment he wondered whether he should just drop Sam off in Michigan and head off to Phoenix himself but he quickly dismissed the idea. God only knew what Sam would do if Dean wasn't there to reign back his worst idea. Everyone got the impression that he was the one who acted first, thought later but that actually wasn't the case. Dean was merely a very fast thinker and decision maker.
"Women are going missing" Sam said "And they turn up three days later covered in ritual tattoos with most of their vital organs missing, cut out apparently with surgeon precision" Dean blinked, wrinkling his nose up at the thought.
"Pleasant" he remarked shaking his head, he glanced back at Sam from the corner of his eyes. "You positive that this is a case for us Sam" he asked ignoring the way Sam bristled up at his comment. Sam always took things too personally at time. "Surgeon precision and cut out organs sounds like it could be a human psychopath on the loose. I've read books before where it's had stuff like that in it. They harvest the organs on the black market and apparently make a killing from it… literally" Sam shot him a sour look.
"Who knew you read" he muttered. Dean rolled his eyes, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.
"Nice Sammy, real mature there" he replied before shrugging his shoulders. "Look I'm not saying it not our gig, hell we might need to gank ourselves a crazy spirit or something, I don't care but if it is a human then you know we can't get involved" he stated firmly "However much the son of a bitch might deserve it."
"Human or not the guy is a monster and we hunt monsters therefore we should hunt this thing which is killing girls. Aren't you the one who is always saying we need to rescue people because they deserve a chance as living as the rest of us do? Well we'll be giving these girls that chance by taking the scum off the street"
"Yeah and if it's a supernatural being then we will Sam" Dean said, his voice tight as he fought to control his temper. "But if its human then we will not touch him, we'll call the police or deliver the man to their door but we will not take his life Sam. The minute we start taking human life we become no better then those fucking crazies out there, you understand."
"Dean I-"
"I swear to God Sam if you're next sentence isn't I understand or I agree then I am swinging this car round this very second and we're out of here"
"I understand Dean" Sam said sullenly after a pause.
Dean looked at him shaking his head as Sam slumped back in the impala seat, glaring out of the window.
"I swear to God Sam I don't know what is going on in that head of yours but you've got to get a control of it before you get both of us killed"
"I'm not gonna do that Dean" Sam said looking back at him. "I just want to kill this son of a bitch or hand him to the police. He needs to be off the streets."
"Sammy you've got my complete support on that but we've got to think this through. The dude has to be clever, I mean he's kidnapped ten women now didn't the report say. He's tortured them, tattooed them and then decided to get frisky with a knife and dump their bodies without any of the police or law enforcement whose not doubt been called in seeing it. That takes some skill and if we go into this thinking it's easy and the case is easy then we might as well kill ourselves now and save him the effort"
Sam watched him for a moment before he spoke.
"I want to be in charge of this" he stated. Dean started turning to look at him.
"In charge of what?" he asked in confusion "The music? Because I've told you before Sammy that the driver picks the music while shotgun shuts his cakehole"
An unwilling smile came to Sam's face as he shook his head.
"I want to be in charge of this case, I want to be the one to decide where we go and who we speak to and how we deal with the whole situation"
Dean breathed out noisily.
"That's not quite how we work Sam" he stated flatly "We work as a pair, neither of us are in charge."
"Then humour me Dean" Sam replied bluntly "I need to see whether I can do this or not. If it's a simple case then what is the problem?" Dean shook his head.
"Sam-"he began to say "We're only here for one day before we got to go and have to drive to Phoenix. This might be a hunt which takes longer then the time we have to give it."
"We'll figure something out Dean" he said. Dean breathed out.
"Whatever man, if it means that much to you and it shuts you up then dine you're in charge just don't get us killed or I'll come back and haunt your ass for all time" Sam smiled at him.
"Trust me everything is gonna be fine Dean, I just know it" he replied.
Dean swallowed looking back to the road.
Why did he have such a bad feeling about this?
Author Note
Chapter is over!
Next one will written soon… maybe over the weekend!