I really want anyone to throw What if Ideas at me. Just know I am always open to ideas. This will be a What if for "Something Wicked".
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Dean watched as the evil thing began to feed off his brother. His heart pounded deep in his chest and his finger hesitated. He willed himself to snap out of his daze.
Memories of his fathers anger and disappointment clouded his face. Then he saw his brother. Not the 22 year old but the 4 year old with chubby cheeks and big hazel eyes.
Something snapped within him and a gunshot rang through the air and something thudding against the ground.
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It was dead. Dean had finally killed the damned thing.
And then he remembered his brother, still and unmoving from the floor. His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful, as if asleep.
Dean crawled over to the younger brother and held his face in his hands. "Sam! Come on, man. We did it."
All of a sudden, Dean was knocked fo the floor.
So much for the bastard being dead.
Dean rolled to the side and before the thing could begin feeding again, Dean shot him. Over and over and over.
The Shtriga began to deflate as orbs of light began to leave from it and out the window.
An orb fluttered over to his brother and flowed into his mouth as Sam breathed in a gasping breath. Dean let out a relieved sigh and pat his brothers chest.
Sam had yet to wake up. Dean shook him firmly. "Come on, Sam. Nap time is over." When Sam made no move to wake up, Dean continued. "If you don't wake up now, I'm gonna use your face to draw on."
Sam remained still and asleep. Dean shook him again. "Sam!"
This time Sam groaned at the jostle of his stiff muscles. Dean sobbed out a sigh in relief and put his forehead on his brothers chest.
"You scared me, bitch.." He muttered as he lifted his head and quirked a smile at the soft reply.
"Jerk.."
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Aah. Not too big a twist but I hope you enjoyed. More to come soon and keep the ideas rolling. Peace and Chicken Grease!