Chapter 5
Dean walked around the beach, kicking sand, cursing under his breath, his eyes stung as the wind hit his salty tears. How could he do this to me? He thought, he collapsed down onto the sand, curling up into a little ball because that is how small he felt. Why did i say that to him? I do care! I do! Now he must hate me! Hell i hate me! Thoughts ran through the troubled hunters mind, so much that he couldn't sense the evil that was lurking behind him.
"Dammit Dean, where the hell are you?" I said, as i slammed down hard on the breaks, i knew if he didn't want to be found, Dean would make it impossible for me to find him, but I'm on a mission. I'm going to find him. Every where looks the same, piers going out for miles, Beaches, sea, sand.
Where could he be? I have already searched the pier, the beach that was closest to the motel, but i couldn't find him. I pulled over to an empty parking space that was near the next beach, it wasn't too far out, but it wasn't to close either.
I looked on the beach i couldn't see him, there were couples kissing on the sandy floor, home less people building shelter, and in the corner of my eyes i saw something, it looked as if it was just a pile of blankets cast away on the beach, i looked more closely, and then i saw it, him, Dean.
I rushed over to him, "Dean." My voice echoed, i must have been shouting, because heads turned my way. He didn't answer, "Come on Dean, I'm sorry!" he didn't even move. I got more close. And then i saw why. There was blood every where. It looked as if it was coming from his chest, oh god, he was shot. "Some one Help!" I shouted, my hands started to tremble as i dialled for an ambulance.
"Come on Dean. Your going to be okay." i took of my jacket and put it on his wound, pressure, that's what the day time hospital drams do, put pressure on the wound. I felt for a pulse, there was one, but it was weak, really weak, his face was cold, too cold. "Dean, come on your going to be okay. Please just wake up. Talk to me. Please." I was crying now. I couldn't do anything to help him, he was dying. He was dying in front of me.
The ambulance had arrived, i sat with him in the back, holding his hand, crying, being useless like always. "What's his name?" The paramedic asked.
"Dean, Dean Winchester."
"What's your name?"
"Sam. I'm his brother." brother, yeah right, i did this to him. Some kind of brother i am.
"The police is going to ask you a couple of questions, its procedure when we get a shot victim."
"okay. Is he going to be okay?"
"We'll know when he goes into surgery."
The whole journey i didn't take my hand away from his, i was scared that if i did, then he would leave me, and i couldn't take that. Not again. The doctors rushed him into surgery the moment he was brought through the emergency doors, then i had to let go. But i promised my self, he would come back, like he always does.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"We, we had a stupid fight, he walked of, i went back to the motel, and he, well he must have went back to the beach, it was getting late, and he still hadn't come back, so i went to look for him, that's when i found him."
"Does he know any one around here?"
"No, we only got into town yesterday."
"Why did you come here?"
"Road trip."
"And your brother, didn't do anything, say anything to any one, to make them have a grudge,"
"No, like i said, we just got here yesterday."
"Can you tell me what you did yesterday when you got here?"
"No offence officer, but is that relevant?"
"Son, we need to know who you spoke to, who he spoke to, so we can find out if it was just a random shooting, or something else."
"Fine, We went to the beach, we saw the tape on cording the sea of, and we just asked an officer what was going on, then we went back to the motel."
"And that's all?"
"Yeah, that's all."
"Thanks for your time. We will want to talk your brother when he comes out of surgery."
"Fine."
"Daddy, Can we to the beach, please?" ten year old Sammy begged his father.
"I'm busy." Was the short reply that he got, looking as if he was about to cry, the young boy walked into the bedroom of the small motel.
"Dean, can you take me to the beach." Dean was sat on one of the single beds, gun in hand, and polish and a cloth in the other. "Daddy wont take me."
"I don't want to go to the beach." Dean said miserably.
"But please. We never do anything fun."
"I know Sammy. But that's because there's nothing fun about our life."
"But look. There's all the boys out side playing football, i want to play football. Don't you?"
"No Sammy! I don't want to play football." Dean shouted, loud enough for their dad to hear.
"Dean, don't talk to your brother like that, ever again. You understand me?"
"Yes sir." Dean said with out looking at his father. "Sorry Sammy."
"Take your brother to the beach."
"but d-"
"Do what i say Dean."
"Fine. Come on then." Dean said angrily.
"Thank you Dean." Sammy smiled.
"Dean, you look after him. His your responsibility when I'm not around. Don't you dare let anything happen to him!"
"I wont." The two young boys walked down the road to the beach, the Winchester family were on a hunt, and as it was far away from Kansas, John took the boys with him. "So, what do you want to do?"
"Play football."
"Fine. We'll have to buy a ball."
"You can choose the colour Dean."
"Well ain't you nice" Dean smirked, lighting up a little. "How about black and red." them colours describe my life perfectly Dean thought.
"Fine by me." Sam smiled, for once feeling like a normal boy, with his normal brother on a normal family trip. "I'll go pay." Sam offered, and rushed to the counter of the beach shop with the money and the ball dean handed him.
"Back of the line jerk." An older boy, around 13 said aggressively,pushing Sammy slightly.
"You pushed in. you should go to the back." Sam said, standing up for himself, just like his brother taught him.
"Don't answer back smart ass i said back of the line." The older boy pushed him again, harder, the young boy fell to the floor.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you are doing?" Dean shouted as he saw Sam on the floor.
"Who are you?"
"His brother. Apologise."
"Make me." With that, Dean rushed up to the boy, pulling at his vest, fist clenched. Arm raised.
"S-sorry." The boy muttered.
"Fuck of!" Dean shouted, and pushed the boy, he fell to the floor, and then ran out of the shop.
"Thank you Dean."
"Don't mention it Sammy. I'm here to look after you. When ever you need me, I'll always be here."
I failed him, Dean thought, as the doctor examined his wound. I said I'd be there, where was i when he was into drugs, where was i when he relapsed, what kind of brother am i? He is going to leave me, i know it, and with out him, my life isn't worth it. With out him, i might as well be dead.
