Summary: Every time we two roads part we have to take one, but somewhere, outside our universe, someone will take another. What if Sam and Dean hadn't made the choices they have? What if they listened and cared just a little too much. Would they have made it to be where they are today?
Samantha: There are many other universes out there, what if in one, Sam and Dean didn't make it through their tough child hood? What if...
Deana: Shut up Sammy, it's clear I made it through, I'm sitting right here...
Samantha: Shut up Dean, I'm trying to draw the readers in and make our dull little world sound interesting.
Deana: Shut up SAMMY, we don't need to sound interesting, we are...right? Read this if we are. Where's everyone going?
Samantha: Just be quiet Dean you're not helping. Just read it and ignore anything my freak of a sister says. Read and review guys.
Deana: I'll have you know this freak of a sister helped write this! But as she said...READ AND REVIEW...how many times do we need to tell you people?
Samantha: We'd just like warn anyone squeamish out there that this sad little tale of ours MIGHT contain a bit of SELF ABUSE AND TORTURE.
Deana: MIGHT? A BIT? Get real Sammy, its not self abuse, I thought I was helping you...and that messed up chick really flaming hurt you...-trails off into incoherent raging-
Samantha: -puts arm around and steers away gently- ok Dean, lets just let the audience find out for them selves
Deana: -spluttering- when I find her I'm going to...-viciously strangling the air-
DISCLAIMER: Don't own it, never have, never will.
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CHAPTER 1: My Fault
"I hate you Dean!" The teen shrieked as he threw himself out the door, slamming it behind him.
"Hey!" The older boy
called, jumping out and glaring at his brother over the roof of his
beloved car,
"You should be swearing your undying loyalty as
my eternal servant...forever; I just saved your pretty little head
from getting beaten in." Blazing green eyes met brown ones dark
with anger over the roof of the spotless '67 Chevy Impala.
The younger boy let out a derisive laugh "That doesn't even make sense man, besides; I was fine on my own. I don't always need rescuing you know. Sometimes I just wish I could forget this...screwed up family and be normal." the youngest boy turned away and ran into the house, not allowing the elder to see his tears of shame and fear in his green eyes.
At this the eldest sunk to the ground, leaning against his car.
Dean didn't know how long he sat there before he heard rustling above him. Looking up he saw a bird sitting on his car.
"What're you looking at?" his loud voice shattered the silence and the startled crow flew off into the early morning light. He sank to his knees again, not daring to look up at the apartment windows.
Sam's right, he thought to himself, barely focusing on anything, I am just part of a screwed family. I'm the reason he keeps getting hurt. It's all my fault.
Dean stood on trembling legs, his tears of betrayal rolling down pale cheeks. "Sorry Sammy." He whispered as he opened the car door and pulled a knife sharply out from under the driver's seat.
Closing his eyes he turned to the hotel, not really seeing it. He let his knees collapse him to the ground. He sat for a while, staring blankly at the moonlight reflecting off the blade. Raising the knife he let it pass to his left wrist.
The feel of cold steel against his skin was welcomed for a moment, before the pain started. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, it wasn't anything like being hurt in a hunt, hurting yourself, it was possible to make it stop. It was hard to force himself to keep going as he allowed a small gasp of pain to pass his lips, then he shut them tight, denying the pain.
This way Sam would be safe, he reminded himself. This way he could live a normal life, without a screwed up family, become the big shot Dean always knew he would be. Dean felt tears in his eyes that he wouldn't be there to see it.
Wouldn't see Sam graduate, wouldn't clap him on the back at his graduation, wouldn't see any of his nieces and nephews.
Dean ran a pale finger of the cut on his arm and looked wonderingly at the dark blood on his finger tip, before seizing the knife in the other hand and bringing it drown toward his right arm before he could change his mind. Finally, with a twinge of pain, he was going to see his mum.
Finally he was giving Sammy the life he wanted. Sinking into the pain Dean thought this wasn't so bad, he could live with this. Hah, he could almost laugh at the irony, but now the darkness was coming. Not just the darkness of the night but the darkness of the hunt, the darkness where the monsters hid.
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Deana: Hope you liked that, we based it on a role play we did over the net. Anyways, please review and tell us if it's worth continuing.
Samantha: Yeah, what she says. We have it all planned out….kinda.
Deana: KINDA? You mean we don't know?
Samantha: Just read and review people. Puppy dog eyes. Please?
