Greenteeth
By Supernoodle
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Chapter One
"You sure you want to do this, dude?" John Winchester asked, peering back over his shoulder to look at his oldest son as they made their way through the tangled and overrun gardens of the derelict hotel. "You don't have to. Not too late to change your mind."
It was a bitterly cold February night, white tendrils of moonlit mist rolled slowly around the wildly overgrown lawns, their breath leaving a trail of little ghosts in the air as they walked. "I'm good, Dad. I want to." Dean replied, looking up at his father and trying his hardest to stop his teeth chattering. They'd left Sam asleep in the Impala, well wrapped up in blankets and the comforter from the motel they'd been staying at for the past few weeks, and Dean had on his warmest jacket, but it wasn't doing much to fend off the cold.
His dad was still looking at him questioningly, and Dean hefted the heavy duffle bag he was carrying onto his already aching shoulder and nodded.
He could hear the quake of fear in his own voice, despite his best efforts to disguise it as a shiver, and even though John had told him that it was okay to be nervous, there was no way he was going to let on to his dad how frightened he actually was. He'd once asked his dad if he got scared when he was out on the job, half expecting John to yell at him for asking stupid questions, but to his surprise John had nodded and clasping him round the back of his neck, he pulled him close and said, "of course I get scared, Dean. Man, the thing I've seen - the things you are going to see one day… Being a hunter is a scary ass job, but you you've always just gotta try your hardest to be brave."
And Dean was trying his hardest to be brave, but as they trudged towards the old swimming pool with his heart pounding ten to the dozen in his chest, there was a little part of him that wished he'd used his head and asked his dad for a new pair of boots for his birthday present this year instead of a hunting trip.
Clutching the sawed-off shotgun tighter in his other hand, Dean took a deep breath to steady himself. He'd wanted this for as long as he could remember, and it seemed his constant badgering had finally worn John down. It was now three days after his 15th Birthday and John had finally given in and said he could be his back up on a special job that Bobby Singer had given them, which at the time was best birthday present ever. All Dean had wanted to do since he was big enough to shoot a gun was hunt with his dad. All he wanted to do was show John that he could do it, could be a badass hunter like him. He just wanted to show John that he could be good at something too. He wasn't clever like Sammy, was never going to good grades, get into college one day like Sam was, but this was something he could do, he knew it, and he wasn't going to let his dad down.