Thanks for reviewing so far to all those who have! Here's ch.3. So I hope you like!
Title:Guilt
Author:SupernaturalandLostfan
Rating:PG13
Genre:Angst/Drama
Characters:Dean,Sam,Meg (a.k.a.evil bitch), OC's
Spoiler warning:"Scarecrow" I guess since we meet Meg for the first time in that episode.
Summary:A mistake is made. Can one of the brothers forgive the other? If so, can he forgive himself?
Disclaimer:I own nothing "Supernatural" related, yada, yada, etc.
Guilt
Ch.3
Sam stood staring speechless at his brother.
How in the hell had he shot the little girl he held in his arms.
That was something someone reckless would do, not Dean. He would never shoot someone by accident. Not in all the years they'd hunted with their father, or in the recent months had he ever made such a stupid, careless mistake. It just wasn't possible.
"What happened?"he asked, tentatively stepping towards Dean.
"What the fuck's it look like happened Sam? I sh...I s-shot her."he answered, barely able to get the words out.
"No, I don't believe it Dean! You know the difference between a ghost and a living being. I know that, and you know that. There's no way you would do something like this. It's just not...well, it's not possible!"Sam yelled.
"I did, and it is."Dean said in a barely audible whisper, staring down at Kelly's face. Her peaceful, innocent face.
"Is she..dead?"Sam asked, not really wanting to know, but asking anyway. If Dean said yes, that would cement the fact that he'd really killed an innocent girl.
"Yeah."Dean replied after a moment, the answer coming out in a strangled sob.
Sam then felt a surge of anger come out of nowhere towards his brother.
"What the fuck Dean? How could you kill a little girl? Have you became that fucking careless? No wonder dad left you, he was probably scared you might mistake him for a demon and blow a hole in his head. This is so fucked up!"he yelled, grabbing his hair in his hands as he left out a scream of frustration."What are we gonna do now Dean? What're we gonna tell her mother? You know, the mother who's sitting right downstairs waiting for the great ghost buster, Dean Winchester, to come and tell her he got rid of her little problem. Want she be surprised when you tell her that instead, you got rid of her little girl? You fucking idiot!"
He would never have dreamed of talking to Dean this way, but he was just so upset over the turn of events and the helplessness that he felt knowing they couldn't do anything about it, that the hurtful words just flowed right out.
He expected Dean to jump up in anger, and maybe hit him or something, but no. He just stayed where he was on his knees in the hall, now hugging the girl close to him, mumbling indiscernible words to her under his breath.
Taking several deep breaths to calm himself, Sam felt some of his anger melt away. Sure he had shot an innocent person, but it had been an accident, and Dean was still his big brother.
"Come on Dean, get up. We've got to get out of here before anyone finds out whats happened."Sam said, laying a hand on his brothers shoulder.
"What?"Dean yelled, whipping around to face his brother, tears of anger now mixed with the ones he'd already had of guilt, and regret."I'm not going anywhere! I did this Sam, and I'm gonna suffer the consequences. I owe it to her to do at least that much."he finished, looking down at the girl once again.
"It was an accident Dean. You know that, and I know that, but do you really think the cops will buy the whole, I was chasing a ghost through the upstairs shooting it with my gun and she got in the way, story? They'll laugh in your face, then throw you in jail. Probably me too just for being here with you. And no matter how good you are with the ladies, I bet the men in prison won't be as easy to sway."Sam argued.
"But Sam I..."
"No buts Dean! This wasn't your fault and you're not gonna go to jail for an accident. We'll just put her back in the room down there, close the door, then pack up our shit and leave before anyone even knows whats happened. Please! I need you Dean, to help me find dad. I can't do it alone. I don't want to do it alone."
"Ok."was his brothers only reply as he stood up, still holding Kelly, walked down the hall towards the room he'd shot her in,laid her on the bed, and said a few whispered words to her body before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
Sam was in their room, quickly throwing their few belongings into their bags, when Dean walked back in and without a word helped him finish packing up.
"It'll all be okay Dean. We're not even registered here under our real name you know, and even if someone remembers your face well enough to get a police sketch to look like you, when they run it they'll just find out that Dean Winchester is already dead, or at least him psycho alter ego is. They don't have any way to trace us down. After we leave this town, we'll be home free."he finished, stuffing the last of their stuff into the bags and zipping them closed."So lets boogie."
They walked back downstairs into the lobby, and were surprised to see that their was no one at the desk.
Thats odd, Sam thought briefly, there was usually someone there. Most of the time that person was the little girls mother, but maybe luck was on their side for once, because he didn't know how his now strangely quiet brother would have reacted having to face the woman.
They exited the hotel, and after throwing their bags into the backseat, drove away.
Meg smiled as she came from where she'd been observing the brothers actions, and went upstairs to where Dean had laid the girls body, carrying her mothers over her shoulder fireman style, and threw the other body down beside her. Then pulling a small bag of powder from her purse, spread it over the top of them, saying an incantation as she did so, then stood back when she finished. Smiling with satisfaction as the two of them caught fire and shortly burnt away to nothing. She then removed the sheet because it had blood on it and rolled it up, shoving it into her carry all bag to get rid of later. Since the fire she'd conjured was one that only consumed that which the powder was sprinkled on, it left no residue or smell behind, so if one were to come into the room they'd never be able to tell anything had happened.
She knew that if the bodies had been found, it would be easy to prove that the older Winchester wasn't responsible for their deaths. The coroner would place their times of death at hours before he'd supposedly shot the girl, and he would also be able to deduct the fact it was a different type gun that had been used than the one Dean carried. Yep, this was working out perfectly.
Sure, no one would ever find out about the woman and girls death, but she had planned it that way.
It would have been too simple if Sam had allowed Dean to be arrested. It would've been no fun whatsoever.
Picking up her suitcase and walking down the stairs whistling, she didn't bother to go by the checkout desk . There wasn't anyone there anyway, so what would be the point?
She went out and threw her suitcase into her newly acquired Honda Civic, then started the car, going in the direction the brothers had went. Thanks to her new psychic informant, she knew where they were going before they did, so it was easy as pie to track them down.
This was going to be almost too easy, she thought. Physically killing someone wasn't the only way to get rid of them. Nope, it was just as easy to get to them in other ways. And guilt was always a sure fire method of doing so.
Time to put phase 2 in action.
TBC
A little shorter than my usual chapter, but I just needed to get the ball rolling. So hopefully it wasn't too bad. I know it might have been a little out of character for Sam to insist on covering up what had happened, but in situations like that, who really knows what a person would do.
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