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: Yeah… this is courtesy of the fact that I don't feel like studying for my band final… and I'm listening to Broadway tunes…

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They left me alone for a long… long time. I wish I could have fallen asleep…

But as time progressed, the room got colder and colder, causing goosebumps to form on my already formed goosebumps. I really wished Dean was there. I would have done anything… just to… just for Dean to be there.

But Dean wasn't there. I had to keep reminding myself that Dean wasn't there. That I was gonna have to get out of this on my own.

But that definitely was not gonna happen. Not at the rate I was going.

My shaking subsided slightly, but restarted in full swing again when I heard a commotion. It wasn't loud, I could just barely hear it.

Suddenly, the door slammed open. Definitely slammed open, not opened gently like before, but I heard it hit the wall. It made me flinch.

"Sammy…"

No. That. It couldn't be.

The figure ran over. "Sam…"

Dean? I tried to say something, but still wasn't able to. It came out like a small muffled groan. I tried to toy with the knots to get them untied again, but it was no use.

"Stop it!" Dean snapped. "You're making it worse…"

I listened to him and stopped moving as much, but my breathing was still shaky.

Dean had come to the rescue. Dean had come. As always. He came to help me… like always.

I could feel him behind me, fumbling in the dark to get the knots undone, they must have been really tight if Dean couldn't get them untied. Mumbling escaped him, a lot of curse words, as he failed to untie them.

"Damn it Sam, what the hell did you do?" Dean asked me.

I still didn't respond. I couldn't. I was starting to shake again.

"SAMMY!" Dean yelled at me. I stopped. Dean didn't yell at me. Ever. Never ever.

Then everything fell into an awkward silence as Dean continued messing with the knots. Where was dad? Why wasn't he in here. And why wasn't Dean thinking enough to use his freaking pocket knife?

So many things ran through my head in the silence, but all were cut extremely short when I heard the sound of gunshots. My muscles tensed. I tried to cry out, but it was muffled by the duct tape. So that answered the question about dad.

The light from the doorway was suddenly blocked by a figure that was a lot bigger than Dean. He flipped a light switch on and everything came into clear focus with each light that slowly came on.

It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, but when they did, I wish they hadn't.

"Awwww, how cute…" the man mocked. It was the one from before. And he was holding a gun, and it was pointed right at me.

Dean didn't respond as I felt the rope getting tighter, with the light he could see… and he was moving faster than ever.

"Dean… stop…" the man said. Dean didn't listen.

Suddenly, from across the room, I could see that the barrel of the gun, was pointing right at me. I started shaking again. No. I wasn't gonna die. Dean wasn't gonna let me die. He wouldn't. He'd think of something.

The man pulled the safety and my eyes closed. Come on Dean. Dean… Dean wouldn't fail. No. He couldn't.

The gunshot reached my ears and my eyes slowly opened. It didn't hurt. I wasn't feeling any pain. Then it hit me. The bullet didn't hit me.

"Asshole…" Dean cursed at him. My arms fell down to the ground, right infront of me, quickly I ripped the duct tape off of my mouth. It burned, but it was worth it to be able to talk again. He hadn't shot me. He had missed… somehow he had missed. I forced myself up, but ended up having to lean on that damn beam. My legs weren't gonna hold me up.

"Asshole, that's such a nasty word to be coming out of a little kid's mouth…" the man mocked.

"I'm not a little kid…" Dean snapped. "I'm thirteen!"

"Oh well… excuse me…" the man sneered as Dean walked over next to me. He seemed a lot bigger than I remembered him to be.

The gun was still pointing at me. I tried to move, but my legs still refused to work. They were beginning to hurt, and I hadn't even been standing for that long.

"Pity though…" the man said, a smile forming across his face. "All that hard work and little Sammy boy is going to die anyways…"

I looked up at the man. Why did he want me dead? Why did he want to kill me?

"Neither of my boys are gonna die tonight…" a voice said from the door. Both Dean and I turned quickly to see my dad. His voice was calm, and he had his own gun pointing at the man. "Now why don't you put that gun down…"

The man actually laughed and didn't move his gun one inch. "You think that gun can kill me…" he said, a laugh in his voice. "Go ahead… shoot me Winchester…"

"You don't have to die… just let my sons be…" dad said, his voice still calm.

The man smile grew larger. "I'm so glad you could join us John. Your son killed one of mine…" There was a slight tone of disgust in his voice. "I was just going to kill his little brother in front of him, but you being here makes it all so much sweeter…"

I started shaking again. What was going on? I was so lost… so confused. I could sense Dean step closer towards me, in a protective manner. How Deanlike was that?

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean said angrily.

"Dean…" dad said, but he was cut off.

"Two years ago… one of my daughters ran across your little brat in the woods alone… and figured him an easy target… so she decided to have a little fun with him before kill him, and little Sammy was scared… and I could feel the disturbance… your other son… Dean is it… shot and just left her for dead."

I looked over at Dean. I really couldn't read his expression. But I figured it was very similar to my own. What the hell? How could someone hold a grudge for that long? That had been two years ago… and Dean was just trying to help me… he…

"I've been searching for you for two years… to make you go through the same thing I had to go through…" My eyes locked on the man's. "So you can see what is like to lose someone close to you…"

So that was why they wanted me. To kill me for revenge.

"Say goodbye Sammy…" the man said as he pulled the trigger of the gun.

My eyes closed as the bullet sped towards me. I heard another gunshot right after the first one, but I never felt anything. No pain, not even a slight discomfort. I actually felt normal.

"Dean…" I heard my dad say. My eyes opened slowly and I saw the man lying on the ground, shot right through the chest.

Then my eyes moved down to the ground where Dean was. He had been shot. It was obvious the way he was on the ground that he had intercepted the bullet that had been meant for me. I let go of the beam and fell down to the ground.

"Dean…" I said slowly, shaking him. His eyes were closed… it looked like he was… no he wasn't. Dean wasn't dead. Dean didn't just die.

"Dean…" I repeated, only sounding more upset than before as I shook him harder.

There was still no response. No. Dean wasn't dead! HE WASN'T!

"Sam…" my dad said quietly.

I didn't even realize the magnitude of what had happened. Dean had taken that bullet for me. He had saved me. And now he was dying. "DEAN!"

"That's what big brothers are for Sammy… that's what big brothers do…"

No. Dean wasn't going to die. But from where I was, right then and there, it really didn't look good. Dean had saved me… just because he was my big brother…

"That's what big brothers are for Sammy… that's what big brothers do…"

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A/n: I love you guys! I'm thinking maybe one more chapter… maybe two depending on how the next one goes… then the epilogue…

Thankies to the reviewers: NORCALchick, L. C. Brotherton, Midnight666, cutie-pie-rockchic, pmsdevil01