The coffee was pleasantly warm in his hands, as the cold Montana wind tirelessly blew in his face. The streets were quiet, the parking lot empty, besides his Impala on the far end. Good timing for a storm, Dean thought, satisfied, no poor bastard to tap right into the werewolf's trap.
He went through the plan once more, as he made his way towards his baby. Breakfast, more research, now, the fun part begins by nightfa-
Dean stopped in his tracks. What was that? Black fog, or dust, or something, was whirling around a tree near his car. It shifted slowly, creeping Dean out to an unusually high degree, till it finally had the shape of a human. Maybe a demon, Dean thought as he quickened his pace, but no, demons never stay in this form for a longer time, it wasn't their MO.
As soon as he reached the car, he puled open the trunk, left breakfast and the now cold coffee, and took out the longer shotgun. One more look around confirmed that the lot was really empty, and he was ready for action. Now, back to business-
But as soon as he turned back, the fog disappeared, or dispersed, Dean couldn't tell. All right, Dean spent time in hell and in purgatory, but that was bat shit weird, even for him. It was the only thing he could think about, as he got into his car, and pulled out of the lot, but in the end, he decided to keep quiet about it. Sam didn't need to know about this. Not now, anyways.
9:45 P.M. The streets are empty. The house he's observing- stalking, really- is quiet. The werewolf is obviously still asleep.
Dean tapped his foot impatiently against the wet asphalt. It was blowing uncontrollably, but at least the heavy rain stopped.
Sam was supposed to be here around 9 P.M., dammit. The werewolf would attack soon, if he hasn't already. Dean didn't think he had, yet the house was giant, and the garden surrounding it even bigger, and Dean had no means to watch the whole area, from where he was leaning on his Impala by the house's- mansion's- gate. But he didn't worry so much, the werewolf's MO was to bring the snack back home before killing them, so Dean was pretty sure he would see something before it was too late. Or so he hoped.
Fuck this, he thought, after fifteen more minutes past, Sam can join in when he gets here.
He began loading his guns with silver bullets, before moving towards the gate. The security system was no problem for him, neither was climbing, and soon he found himself walking towards the front doors. No use in hiding, anyways.
He cursed loudly when he heard shouts and glass breaking coming from the inside, and he quickened his pace to a fast run. His curses were lost in the strong wind, and he was grateful for the unusual cover. He doubted even the werewolf's ears could pick him up. One more shout, the moment he reached the door, and then he was B&E-ing the place like there was no tomorrow.
"Son of a-" he began, before the beasts hisses shut him up. One victim was lying just a few feet from him, a man with black hair and a lot of tattoos gracing his skin, and Dean knew, as soon as he lay his eyes on the man's wounds, that he had no chance of surviving.
The other victim was a teenage girl , unhurt as far as he could see, and with a very angry look on her face. She was shouting, at the wolf, one finger pointed at it, and one at the almost Dead man. The wolf was actually scared of her, and Dean couldn't help his short laugh, despite the situation.
Before both of them noticed him, he was on the move, his instincts setting in. He ran towards the wolf, showing no fear, and positioned his gun. 'Die' was on his lips, yet the girls voice startled him out of it.
"Stop!" she shouted, panicked, "Who are you? What are you doing?"
He didn't like talking while danger was this near, but when she moved right in front of the wolf, he had no choice. "What are you doing? Move outta the way, kid. I'm trying to kill the beast."
Two growls followed his warning, one from the girl, one from the wolf. "He's no beast! You can't hurt him! He hasn't done anything wrong. I'm helping him."
Dean snorted at that, and glanced at the man lying on the floor. The girl obviously got the message, yet she was most likely all kinds of crazy, because she only took a step closer to the wolf. "It's not his fault. It was an accident."
He was ready to ask how using someone as a chew toy was supposed to be an accident, when Sam's voice right behind him startled him. So he wasn't the only one using the storm to his advantage.
"Please step away from the werewolf, Amy. He's not your boyfriend anymore." Sam said softly, but the girl- Amy- only shook her head. Dean huffed impatiently, and turned his attention from Sam back to her just in time to see her pull out a gun and point it at Sam, who was standing next to him.
"That's not true! You're lying. He loves me! He's still somewhere in there, and I won't let you hurt him."
"But you will let him hurt other people? He killed your brother." Sam said slowly, and Dean really wondered how much patience he must have had. So that's what happened, he thought as he watched Amy watching the man on the floor. Poor idiot.
"Put the gun down now, or I'll have to make you." he interrupted her. They had no time for this, the werewolf was beginning to fidget behind the girl, as he looked at her hungrily, as far as Dean could tell. Yeah right, love.
She was still pointing her gun at Sam after a few minutes. He doubted she would shoot, but he wasn't 100% sure, and it unnerved him to no end. It seemed his worries were justified.
He saw the girls eyes harden- he could recognize that look everywhere, he saw it in the mirror, every damn day- and he responded with what he was sure was a matching look.
He felt the shot more than he saw or heard it. The girl fell on the floor, a red pattern blossomed on her white shirt, but he had no time to reminisce. The wolf was trying to flee, and Dean wasn't about to let it. Ignoring Sam's shout he followed the werewolf, shot him dead, but not before hit in the felt pain coursing through his scull a lot faster than he imagined being possible, and the last thing he saw before he passed out was Sam catching him as he fell.
If there was something he didn't miss while in purgatory, Dean thought grumpily, it was this. The silence Sam was regarding him with ever since last nights hunt, although good for his killer headache, was pulling his nerves tight as a string. Sam started no arguments, didn't even attempt to scold him for getting hurt, nothing, and it was slowly, but surely driving him crazy.
"So, the silent treatment now, huh?" he finally asked after a few more hours of awkward TV watching. Sam didn't even blink. "Come on, man, don't give me that-"
"What do you want from me, Dean? What do you want me to say?" Sam interrupted him. Finally.
"I know it was reckless of me to run after it, alright? I'm sorry." Dean started reluctantly, but Sam's look shut him up.
"I can't believe you! You think that's why I'm angry? You really don't see any other problem here? No," Sam continued, not letting Dean answer, "don't even answer that. I don't need to know.. I don't even know what I'm doing here, or who you are! " ,and then lower, not looking at Dean, "What happened to you?"
Silence filled the room once more. The TV was long muted, nut his light illuminated Deans shocked face. "What... You- I don't understand.." he finally said softly, unsure.
"How could you shoot her just like that? She was an innocent girl, Dean, and you killed her without even blinking!" Sam shouted at him.
"She was a threat, I eliminated her. That's it, end of story."
"So that's all this is to you about now? Find a threat, eliminate them? Dean, this isn't just about killing. It's about Saving People, Hunting Things. Isn't that what dad always told us?"
And that was it. The one thing to set him off, and Sam said it. But then again, Sam always knew how to push his buttons. Sam cared about what dad said now, huh? "News flash, Sam, dad isn't here anymore, and it stopped being that simple a long time ago."
"I, I can't believe you! What did that place do to you?" Sam asked again, standing up and looking, just, lost.
"It made me open my eyes, Sam. It made me realise that all this isn't as sugar coated as we saw it."
"I don't know you." Sam said finally, and turned from Dean. He grabbed his still unpacked duffel bag, and walked towards the door. The scene looked too much like that time, for Dean not to shiver slightly.
'If you walk out that door..'
"I need some time off." Sam continued lowly after a moment, and his bread hunched over shoulders, so Sammy-like, where the last thing he saw before the tears overflew. Dean didn't cry. It was just something that didn't happen. Yet as he continued standing there, in the middle of nowhere, he felt there were a lot of things he wasn't supposed to do, and he did all of them anyways. He broke all of his promises. Everything changed.
'The three of us, that's all we have left, all I have left.'
From three to one. He felt utterly lonely. He was broken beyond repair, and the only person who ever mattered to him walked out on him for a thing he couldn't help feeling. He was absolutely alone. Again.
A.N. So people, inspiration finally hit me :) Currently I'm in a Criminal Minds fangirly mode, so sorry if the updates get slower :P But you all know what could make them come faster, doncha? So review, people!
