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Chapter Eleven

Sam shifted in his sleep, arm flopping casually over the side of the bed, hitting the floor with a gentle thud.

He silently wished it would stay night for a few more hours, wondering that if that he thought about it really hard, maybe the world would let him sleep…just a little longer.

Then, as though the world had heard him and was determined to contradict his wishes the sound of heavy footsteps charged across the floor, followed by the chinking sound of curtains being whipped open with the enthusiasm of a morning person.

Had Sam been fully awake he might have thrown his pillow at the person for being alive and moving at such a time in the morning, but he surely would have regretted the loss of his fluffy, warm, comfy, soft…

"Sam? You up yet sleeping beauty?"

Cosy, gentle, feathery, snug…

"Sammy?"

Inviting, relaxing, secure, comforting…

"Sam? You're missing breakfast…"

Right, that's it. The pillow went flying through the air to hit John Winchester smack in the face.

"A bit grumpy are we?" Asked a second voice from elsewhere in the room. Dean. Sam's eyes flew open and he jumped out of bed.

"Dean! You're up!" He exclaimed, taking in the sight of his brother lying across the sofa, the television blaring behind him, eyes fixed on his father's shell shocked face.

"Nope, it's all in your head Sammy, I'm not even here, we're on Pluto…in a cave…with a road map of Saturn."

A goofy grin spread across the youngest Winchester's face as he surveyed his brother's slightly bruised face, cuts and starches serving as evidence of the fun experience Dean must have had while being dragged on the floor.

"You ok Dean?" He asked as the smile faded.

"No…"

Sam's heart stopped for a moment…Dean was always ok…right?

"I'm dead and six feet under, didn't you hear the news? I always thought you'd be at my funeral Sammy, I was so disappointed you missed it." Dean continued, unaware of his brother's relief.

Sam smiled, running over and hugging his brother tenderly, "I'm glad you're ok."

"Oh, dude, your blocking the TV!" Dean said, leaning around Sam, trying to see.

"I'm glad your ok too son." John said, the first time he had spoken since being greeting with Sam's pillow.

Dean smiled, settling back into the sofa.

"Cuz that means we can talk about all of this."

Damn.

Dean turned mischievous eyes to his father. "I don't feel well dad, my head hurts and my arms sting and…"

"Ok, ok…" John waved him off, knowing his son was lying.

"Hey Sammy?" Dean asked, Sam's head shot up.

"Yeah Dean?"

"Can you get me some pancakes?"

"Get your own."

"Hello? Wounded solider here…"

"What do you want me to do? Kiss your boo boo's better?"

"No, I want you to get me some pancakes."

"Dad…make Dean get his own breakfast."

"Sam, your brothers hurt."

"Yeah I'm hurt."

"You just said you were fine!"

"I'm dying Sammy!"

"Fine, I'll get your damn pancakes…jerk."

"Good, hurry up, Bitch."

"Boys!"

"Well if Sam did what I told him to we wouldn't be in this situation…I mean all I wanted was some pancakes, quickly, with syrup, and maybe some juice, and I'd like some chocolate for later, and maybe…"

"Dream on Dean…"

"Where are my pancakes?"

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Epilogue

The room was empty by now, the blood was gone, the money was gone, and the people were gone.

All that was left was a single body, lying prone in by the far wall. Unmoving, forgotten.

At first, it appeared that he were dead, just the rotting corpse of another loser.

But upon closer inspection, the gentle rising of a beaten chest told a half hidden truth. Lungs inflated with air, slowly at first, but then faster as the eyes of their owner flicked.

Despite the pain, the blood there was anger. Pure, unchecked, unstoppable anger.

Eyes raged with the fury of a heart of hatred.

Eyes of a lone fighter, once unbeatable, not beaten and broken.

But no one and he meant no one, stripped McFinnigan of his pride and lived to tell the tale.

Red stood on his own to feet, using the wall for support. His eyes glaring holes in the room he had once been a champion.

Revenge is the sweetest thing, he reminded himself.

When he found Dean Winchester, he would crush him like a bug, like a feather run over by a thousand horses.

He would break Winchester. And this time, John Winchester wouldn't find him. This time, he would be prepared.

Red smirked to himself.

Dean Winchester was going to die for Red.

THE END

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