MY Superhero
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Summary: Superhero: A figure, especially in a comic strip or cartoon, endowed with superhuman powers and usually portrayed as fighting evil or crime. Aka. Dean. Dean was MY superhero
Set After: Pre-Season 1
Disclaimer: I don't own it, if I did, the Impala would be alive!.
A/n: Sorry it took so long, I've been stressed out so much. In this chapter and probably for the rest of the story until the epilogue Sam is 9 and Dean is 13.
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"Dean, you are not coming along!" I could hear dad shouting from the other room. I just pretended to be interested in my book even more. I stayed sitting there, perfectly still, trying to ignore them. Dad and Dean rarely got into fights, but they were never good when they did happen. I could understand why dad didn't want Dean going along. It was dangerous. Too dangerous for Dean.
"I'm thirteen years old!" I could hear Dean's protests loud and clear and rolled my eyes slightly, my eyes grazing over the .45 that dad had given me not too long ago. Sadly, the thought of holding the gun and shooting someone… something… scared more than the thing in my closet.
It hadn't made a reappearance in a while, but I knew it was there. I just knew it was still there.
The room suddenly fell silent for a while. Suddenly, the door slammed. I left the book open on my bed for a long time, pretending to read it. I wasn't sure if I was alone, or if Dean was still here. What felt like hours later, I finally closed the book.
Slowly, I got up off of the bed and walked out into the living room area. A floor board creaked loudly, causing me to stop suddenly and hold my breath. I could feel my heart speeding up in my chest. Anxiety was over-powering me. It was back, whatever it was.
Dad never went into detail about what was in my closet, just that that .45 would kill it. Now I wished that I would have picked the gun up when I left the room.
But it was too late now. I was alone, and that… thing was gonna get me and kill me!
Not knowing what else to do, I broke out into a dead run. I knew dad kept some weapons in the kitchen, and that was my best bet at the moment. I ran through the small house like the devil himself was chasing me. I ran as fast as my little legs would carry me. But I got tired real quick before I ran smack into something, falling straight down to the ground.
When I looked up, it wasn't a something… it was a someone.
"Whoa kiddo, where are you going in such a hurry?"
I looked up at whoever it was. It was dark, but I knew from the voice and the outline that it wasn't Dean, and it wasn't dad. My heart was racing as the fear running through me sent me into paralysis. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream.
Someone flicked the lights on.
"What, is little Sammy scared?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. The man was muscular. A lot more muscular than dad and Dean, and tall. There were a few grey hairs on his slightly balding head, mixing in with the darker brown ones. His pale blue eyes were trying to bore holes in my head.
He was scary. Scarier than a lot of things I had been up against. And why? Because he was human.
"Not much of a talker, are ya?" He smiled, before grabbing my shoulders and harshly lifting me up off the ground. That snapped me out of my thoughts quite quickly as I screamed loudly, not even sure of the words that were streaming out of my mouth. I began kicking my legs furiously, trying to get back to the ground.
Suddenly, I heard the door slam open.
"What the hell are you doing?" The words that were coming out of my mouth just stopped as the mans' grip on my shoulders tightened. The man turned me around and I came face to face with a very angry looking Dean, who had the gun from beside my bed, and was ready to shoot.
"Put my brother down…" his voice was calm, yet still full of anger. But his hands were shaking.
"Oh come on, you're not gonna shoot me. You'll end up shooting little Sammy instead…" The man was beginning to get to Dean. I could see it in my big brother's eyes.
"You asshole…" Dean cursed angrily, not lowering the gun. "Leave my little brother alone…" His eyes were locked right above my head, obviously locked with the man who's grip felt like it was trying to break my shoulder blades.
"You can't do anything…" the man said tauntingly. I shut my eyes tight a split second before I heard the gun fire. All my muscles tensed up, and the man's grip got even tighter, causing me to flinch in pain.
"That… was a warning…" I heard Dean's angry voice. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to alert the neighbors that something was going wrong. Dean knew what he was doing. That was why he was my big brother. That is what big brother's do.
But if anything, that just made the man angrier. Suddenly, I felt his disgusting, sweaty hand covering my mouth. It caused my eyes to open quickly.
I didn't even have a split second to react. There was a man coming up behind Dean. Not even thinking far enough ahead to realize that there were probably enough germs on that hand to put me in the ICU for the rest of my life, I bit down. Hard.
The man's hand was gone for a split second, and I managed to shout out: "DEAN WATCH OUT!"
Dean turned around a fraction of a second too late as the man easily overpowered Dean and knocked him out.
Now, I was more than terrified. I couldn't stop myself from shouting out his name and struggling against the other man's tightening grip. "DEAN!"
I could feel the tears falling down my face as my big brother didn't respond, and the other man came closer. He looked a lot like the other man. I began shaking slightly, terrified.
"Deeeaaan! Answer me!"
My voice was shaky as Dean still laid there, not moving except for the slight rise and fall. He was still alive.
"Dean!"
I struggled more and more, but the more I struggled, the tighter the grip got, and the angrier the two men got.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I shouted when I finally reached the ground.
"Oh Sammy… this is only just starting…"
And then… blackness.
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A/n: Once again, sorry it took so long. This'll all be inter connecting… somehow.
Hopefully it wont be as long between updates, but I have finals coming up. Gah. Just to clear something up… John had a reason why he didn't want Dean killing the werewolf… it will come up later…
Thanks to my reviewers: RavynJensen, Bethany16, Halcyon Impulsion, Master Li
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