okay, time for, MORE Sam/Dean Angst, not really sure where this is all going, but i know its not good, least for Dean anyway, but i suppose you may have gotten that, from him Cutting himself, and drinking himself into sleep, as well as his snatching of the Vicodin. anyway Review please.
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"Are you kidding me, Sam!" I demanded, heatedly at him, "She's a werewolf! We don't coddle, monsters, we hunt them! She's a werewolf, she kills people, that spells out a great big MONSTER! In my book Sammy!"
"look Dean, I know its a big risk, but she says she doesn't remember anything!" I snorted, "Yeah and if I had a nickle for every time I heard that one, I'd be friggin rich, and I wouldn't need to scam money off low level bankers, and dart games, and such."
Sam sighed, "Look Dean, I know how it sounds, but I think she's telling the truth here, I mean what if she is, what if its completely out of her control, and she isn't conscious while she does all those things."
I laughed, a little uneasily, this was sounding so familiar all of the sudden, "Then I'd still shoot her dead, Sam, for her own damn sake, as well as the sake of those who she rips up later."
Sam, looked at me, obviously desperate to make me understand. "Please Dean, what if that was me in there again? Huh, what if you had just shot me like any other monster, like Meg wanted?"
Rage, filled me, and I leapt forward, and slammed him against the wall, "Then maybe I wouldn't be drinking so much, and MAYBE I wouldn't be so dam n scared of you Sammy," I snarled, "Maybe I wouldn't need, the whiskey, to get myself sleep, and maybe I wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night, shivering from the nightmares, YOU gave ME!"
"D-dean!" Sam croaked, and I realized… my hand was around his throat, and his face was starting to turn, an unnatural shade of purple."
I released my grip on him, at first, feeling… pride, and… satisfied, at having done what I did… and then Sam, who was now massaging at his throat, doubled over, looked up at me, with shocked, and hurt filled eyes.
And then the horror set in, and the regret. "Oh god, Sammy, I-" I began to apologize. But he waved me off, coughing lightly, "Its okay, I, I shouldn't have brought it up, I'm-"
But I cut him off, "Don't you dare say your sorry Sam, I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry, I… you know what, your right, as usual umm, I gotta go, gotta keep an eye out for that other wolf, keep the streets safe, that sorta thing."
I grinned fakely at him, and then I ran away, and to the Impala, and drove off, those hurt green, eyes, following me all the way.
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I stared, off into the blackness of space, thinking about my life… it wasn't very entertaining, really quite sad actually.
I had stopped the car, long ago, after finding absolutely no trace of anything, anywhere near… well anywhere.
I really thought, Sam should just suck it up, and shoot Madison already, but, that damned sense of morality of his, just kept on getting in the way of things, as per usual.
I sighed, and popped a pill, into my mouth. There wasn't even any guarantee that this plan of his would work, all we had to go on, was lore, and superstition, and that was it.
Whereas, it was 100 percent fact, that Sam was in danger, there was a chance he could actually DIE! If that Madison girl, got loose. I should be there, helping him, protecting him from her, keeping him safe.
Protect Sam!
I ground, my teeth together, as the words, my father had spent so long, drilling into my head, reverberated around my skull, over and over again, steadily getting louder, and louder.
Protect Sam, Protect Sam! PROTECT SAM!
The words, repeated in my head, over and over again, like a broken record, until suddenly, they stopped! I just sat there, for a long moment, wondering what had happened, and then I sighed with relief, as the pill finally took hold. Warm, sweet bliss filled my body.
I felt, the liquid warmth, spread throughout my body, starting from my sternum, to spread up to fill the very hairs on my head, to down, to my very tipytoes.
I couldn't stop the goofy, smile that spread across my face, even if I had wanted to. God this felt so gooood! I actually moaned a little, as the powerful opioid filled my body up to brimming, with this wonderful liquid heat, this pleasure, I usually either found in a bottle, or in the very climax of sex.
Or with Jo… I thought that last part, with just tint of sadness, Jo was sweet, nice, funny, cocky like me, I really liked her, loved dancing with her, and really liked her ass.
I thought about Jo, another few seconds, before letting the Vicodin wash that sadness away. I didn't want to be sad now, I wanted to be happy, I wanted to feel good about myself, I wanted…
I heard a scream, break the eerie silence, of the night. And I was instantly, alert, liquid warmth gone, from years of experience and practice, I pushed all euphoria and muzziness away, and replaced it with cold determined, calculation, and weariness.
I grabbed up, my colt 1911, checked the mag, to make sure it was fully loaded, and exited the car.
I saw, the man snarling, at the blond woman, saw the teeth, and did just as my father had taught me to, I fired.
The first round hit the werewolf, in the stomach doubling it over, the second hit in the shoulder, and the third hit him right in the chest.
I must have missed, the heart though, cause the werewolf just howled in rage and agony, and charged me.
I saw into its green eyes, dark and full of animalistic rage, and hatred… and just for an instant, those eyes, were Sam's eyes, when I said God's name. and I froze, terror, and hatred warring for dominance inside me.
And then Dad's training kicked in, and it was once again, just a werewolf, just another monster to be put down, just like the rest of them… I fired… and this time I didn't miss.
The werewolf, came to stumbling halt, before falling down to the ground… dead.
I looked down, at the body, and recognized it, as Madison's nextdoor neighbor Glen.
I opened up my phone, and dialed Sam's number, to let him know, it was done, and that Madison, should be home free now.
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And as we walk, to the lost grounds of heaven tonight, to the battered face of the soul, were damned from power, burnt black, watch as we crush their laws. Genocide, by Deathstars
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So, what did you think of this chapter? good, bad? i myself loved having Dean almost choke Sam out, Sam really needs to learn how to let things lie.
