Consequences
By: chocolate rules
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Chapter Five: That's Not Yours
The Winchester boys turned around at the sound of the girls' shrieks. Dean cursed himself for forgetting all about the damn spirit.
"Is that her?" the fifteen year old asked. She was starting to tremble.
"Yeah," Dean said flatly, "That's her." He pulled out his handgun and aimed it at the spirit.
"Get to the street or something, just go, Now!" Dean ordered the teens. They moved unsurely, gathering their stuff and glancing back to the spirit. Sam walked towards Dean, ignoring the order.
"Dean, it's a spirit. You can't just shot a spirit!"
"Sam, go with the rest of your little friends there. Stay out of the way."
"But, you can't handle this by yourself…"
"Yes I can, Sam. You, on the other hand, better leave here now before you regret it. You don't even have any protection on you." Sam looked sheepish. Dean glared at the younger boy.
"Hand it over, Sam." Dean said quietly. The rest of the group was all packed and they huddled together, drunk drugged and freaked. Sam made no notion of following that order either.
Dean rolled his head, and glanced over at the spirit, who seemed content just staring back at them. Then, he turned and focused on his brother. He decided that this was not the time to be arguing with what he once thought of as a smart young man, but at the moment just viewed as a disobeying teen.
Dean grabbed Sam's arm and reached to the waistband on the back of Sam's jeans. He knew that that was Sam's preferred location for hiding his guns. Once in his hands, Sam made to grab for it, but Dean merely shoved him away. At closer glance, Dean noticed that the gun was in fact not Sam's.
"This is my gun." Dean spat out. He looked back at Sam curiously. "What are you doing with my gun, Sam?"
"What, you don't even use it anymore." Sam said defensively.
" I happened to use all my weapons, Sam, when need be."
"Well, you haven't used that one for a month!"
"Why didn't you just take one of yours?" Sam looked at him and briefly chuckled.
"Which ones, the ones Dad took away or the ones he won't give me the bullets back for?"
"Fine, but you could of told me. Anyway, not the point. Lead your friends back to wherever the hell their car is and if you want to go with them. Are you drunk?"
"No, I didn't even finish my first bottle."
"Never thought you'd need it though."
"I don't"
"Fine, just get your friends out of here, before Mrs. Invincible there decides she don't like the docile role too much." They both looked back to the spirit, who hadn't moved.
"What's she doing?" Dean shrugged. "I thought she was some killing frenzy kind of spirit. That's what Denz called it earlier." Dean raised his eyebrows in question.
"Who's Denz?"
"Dennis, the guy back there. He was telling me and Emily about that spirit lady. Local legend kind of thing…"
"Hm…" Dean said, looking at Sam like one would a small child. "And you mean to tell me that after all you've been taught you didn't have enough sense as to know to get the hell out of there?"
"Shut up."
"No, Sammy, this is dangerous. I don't know why she's not attacking, but imagine what would of happened to you, not to mention your friends there, if this thing had attacked. Then what?"
"That's why I had the gun, Dean." Sam said with a small shrug. He knew that he wouldn't be having this conversation, but with Dean he could tempt it.
"Maybe, that's why you're not given any. I have to know I can trust you, Sam, but this was just plain stupid. Now, for the last time, get your friends out of here so I can take care of my little spirit friend there and also before Dad sees you. He should be here by now."
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