Last Will and Testament of Dean Winchester
Kinda odd doing this but what the hell? In my kind of work I guess it should be done. But where to start really? Guess if someone reading this then I must be dead. Just hope I went out in a blaze of glory. Or with a really good looking woman. I don't really have much to speak of except for my car. Sammy, if you're reading this then I'm really sorry. I never wanted you to find this, but if it is you then you can have all my cassettes. I know how you loved them. That's right geek boy the classics of mullet rock just what you always wanted.
Seriously though all I can say is sorry. Sorry that I won't be there to protect you any more or to be a buffer between you and dad. Now enough of the chick flick shit. You get all the fake ID's and credit cards in the glove compartment. Some of them are still good. Whatever you do don't use the platinum American Express made out to Milton Scorsesse. That one's maxed out. You see I took care of this poltergeist in Vegas and had a great time. I also raked up at the poker tables. Which brings me to a small confession. The money I won is in a safety deposit box in NY. Mac has the key. I always wanted to give you the money for school, but you made it clear when you left you didn't want any help from me or dad. So I was afraid you'd throw it back in my face. Kinda shitty on my part not giving it to you, but you can use it now to go become a lawyer.
Of course all the weapons and shit in the trunk are yours. Dad probably doesn't need them. As for the Impala…sorry brother but I want to be buried with her. Only kidding she's yours. But you better take care of her or I will come back and haunt your ass! None of that stuff really means anything to me. My most treasured item isn't worth anything except to me and maybe the bitch kid brother who gave it to me. You know what it is Sammy so I don't have to tell you. Make sure you wear it always. It brought me luck. So that's everything. Pretty pathetic when you think about it. I never felt like I needed more as long as you were around. Man it's a good thing I'm dead or I'd be kicking myself for being such a girl!
Sam laughed to keep from crying when he found the paper in the lining of Dean's leather jacket. Earlier the nurse gave him his brother's personal effects. The jacket was such a part of the older hunter that Sam absently clutched it to his chest. That's when he heard the rustle of paper. His search revealed a hole in the lining and that's where Sam had found the will. A hunt they were on earlier had gone bad and Sam barely got Dean to the hospital in time. At least that's what he thought.
The lycanthrope, a person who changed into and animal during the full moon, had backtracked on them and took them by surprise. If Dean's reflexes weren't so damned fast, Sam would be dead. In order to save his brother Dean put himself in the path of the monster. This lycanthrope was in the form of a mountain lion. Sam cringed at his brother's screamed when it slashed Dean across the chest. Before the younger hunter could help his brother the mountain lion had sent the older Winchester brother into the tree. The sounds of breaking bones would haunt Sam, the aerial launch had given him time to bring up his rifle and shoot. The silver bullets did their job and the monster was dead.
Dean was broken and Sam doubted all the King's horse could help. He sure as hell was going to try. When they arrived at the hospital the youngest Winchester lied, saying his brother had bean attacked by a bear. Mountain lions had been eradicated from Maine for a long time. Sam never used to be such a good liar. Dean had told him it got easier after you did it for a while, and now the embellishments easily fell from his lips.
"Sam," The younger Winchester jumped as the doctor entered the room. "How long have you been here?"
"Doesn't matter" Sam said. "I'm not leaving."
Sam turned back to the bed holding his brother. Dean was a mess. His right leg was in a cast from his groin to the tip of his toes. His right collarbone was also broken and the arm was strapped tight to his chest. Under the bandages on his chest were three neat rows of staples. Sam didn't even want to know how many. Under those were several broken ribs. The doctors worried about the head injury. Dean's skull wasn't broken, and the doctors had said it was a miracle considering the severity of the other injuries. None of that worried Sam. Dean had a high tolerance for pain. Sam was concerned with the teeth marks on his brothers left arm.
The younger hunter crushed the paper he was holding, dropping his head into his hands with a moan.
"Son," the doctor said, gripping his shoulder. "Why don't you go home for a little while?"
"I don't have anywhere to go," Sam admitted.
"You aren't from around here?"
The youngest Winchester mentally berated himself. He had to keep it together or they'd both be in trouble.
"No sir," Sam explained. "We're on vacation. We live in Manhattan with our Uncle."
"I see," the doctor replied. "You've been here for almost eight hours."
"I have?"
"Why don't I buy you some dinner?"
"Thank you doctor…" Sam faltered, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I can't remember your name."
"I'm not surprised," he smiled. "You were pretty worked up over your brother. It's Mike Connors."
"I appreciate it Dr. Connors, but I'm not hungry."
"It wasn't an invitation, but a doctor's order."
Sam bristled at the remark, glaring at the doctor. Dr. Connors just crossed his arms and stared at twenty-two year old. The doctor was in his mid thirties and as tall as Sam. The younger hunter sighed and looked away.
"I don't want to leave him."
"We won't be gone long. I promise." He said. "Keith will be fine."
Sam's lips quirked into a smile at the name on the first credit card he'd pulled-'Keith Richards.' Why Dean insisted on using rock artist names he'd never know. The younger Winchester hunter stood and lifted his brother's left hand, being careful of the IV line.
"Hey, Dean, I'm just going to get something to eat. Try to leave the nurses alone."
Sam gently placed his brother's hand on the bed and turned. The doctor gave him an odd look. "He hates the name Keith, so we use his middle name."
"I'll tell you a secret. I hate my first name too." Mike said. "With the first name Francis you can see why."
Sam laughed, following the doctor to the door. He turned for one last look. Mike waited, sensed the younger man's reluctance. The doctor took his arm and pulled him out the door.
"I'll be back!" Sam called out.