I own nothing. Just having some fun. I apologise for anything that's incorrect. Please be nice. I'm sorry if these aren't good. I've just been trying my best to write through these tough times.Thank you if anyone out there is reading. Just a filler chapter here and might do another filler chapter next before we have another hunt. Forgive me as I haven't proof read and edited this one so I hope things are okay enough!
Episode 3
Deans Reel motion picture
They say when you're about to die that your life flashes before you eyes. That's exactly what happened to Dean Winchester. Except we was not dying. Although his brain had yet to catch up with him.
Unknowingly while Dean had been worrying about Sam a car had veered onto his side of the road. Drunk driver, medical episode or asleep at the wheel Dean would never know. The driver had quickly composed themselves and straightened up as Dean blared the horn of the Impala. However, Dean too had had to swerve out of the way he was now faced with two choices. He could continue in the direction he was going in and have the car launch off the small cliff face and into a rocky death or he could swerve his car to try and gain composure. He tried the latter as the car fish tailed.
No damage done to the car itself thankfully as the Impala came to a screeching stop on the other side of the road, dirt settling back on to the gravel. It was enough for both brothers to walk away with next to no injuries but before that could happen in that instant his life flashed before him Dean would see all the moments in of himself growing up. It seemed to go for hours but he knew it was mere seconds.
'Happy birthday to Deeeean, Happy birthday to you!'
It was his fourth birthday party, the last birthday he'd spend with his mother before she would die but of course Dean remained unaware of the heart wrenching events that would take place later that year. His family surrounded him at the outside pop up table, he didn't recognise all the faces but he knew they were his family. His father placed a large rectangular cake in front of him. Laced with bright blue icing with a badly piped black car on the top. She wasn't the best cook but Mary did try her best.
'Make a wish sweetheart!' Mary exclaimed excitedly as she leant down beside her first born, wrapping an arm around him tightly. Her other arm resting on her tiny five month pregnant belly, only just starting to really show she was with child.
Dean looked at his mother adoringly, to a now 4 year old, this was the greatest cake in the world. Dean looked at the candles, their flames flickering with the wind. He stopped and thought for a moment before inhaling a large breath of air then blowing with all his might as the candles flames went out. The smoke rising into the air. Everyone clapped and cheered.
'What did you wish for buddy?' John was now by his other side leaning down to his level.
'I cant tell you or it wont come true Daddy!'
Dean wouldn't tell anyone, but he had in fact wished for his future sibling to be a baby brother.
...
Another memory cut through into his mind. This time he was at the hospital. A big strong hand held his. He looked up to the man who walked with him. It was his father. A look of pride on his face. He was smiling, smiling without even knowing. Together they walked down a long hallway. It was lit up brightly. He could see lots of people dressed the same. All wearing dark green shirts and pants. Some had white coats over the top of their green clothes. Dark green was Deans favourite colour. He didn't know where they were going but one thing he did know was that he hadn't seen his mum in a few days. He was hoping that he would finally be able to see her. He remembered his father telling him about it being time for Mommy to go to the hospital because it was time for the baby to come. That had been 2 days ago. Dean and his Dad came to a stop. They had reached a door. John opened the door and just as he wanted, Dean saw his Mom. Her face beaming with a loving smile at her eldest son.
'Mommy!' Dean called out to his Mother running towards her bed. Soon climbing up onto it to be by her side.
'I missed you!' Deans voice was muffled as he hugged his mother tightly. His face rubbing into her gown.
Mary put her arm around Dean and pulled him in close squeezing him tightly.
'Dean there's someone here for you to meet.' Dean could hear his fathers voice as John walked closer holding something or someone in his arms.
'Dean this is Sam he's your baby brother.' John placed Sam into Deans hands. Mary helping Dean support Sams head.
Dean looked down at his little brother in awe. I wished for you, my wish came true he thought. Dean stroked his little brothers head being extremely delicate and his finger tips brushed Sam's hair.
'I'm gonna be the bestest big brother to you Sam, I'm gonna look after you always.' Dean whispered to his little brother as sam fell asleep in his big brothers arms.
...
Once again the memory changed. Dean was now 8 years old, Sam was 4. Their father was due back from his hunt later that day. Pastor Jim had been watching the boys for just over a week now. Sam had no idea what was going on or where his father was, all he knew was that his dad had to go to work for extended periods of time. Dean on the other hand knew everything. It was a large burden for an 8 year old to carry but Dean did his best to keep the family business secret safe from his brother, he'd find out when he was old enough and ready to Dean had decided. Sam sat in bed with his arm wrapped tightly across his stomach. Still in his pyjamas his forehead wet with sweat his hair sticking together his complexion much more pale than normal. Sam was not well. He'd picked up a stomach bug and had spent the last two days vomiting. Nothing would stay down and Dean began to get worried. Being 8 years old he could only do so much for Sam. Sure they had Pastor Jim there but Dean took it upon himself to be the one in charge, Sam was his responsibility.
'Dean.. it hurts' Sam called out to his brother through sobs, tearing running down his cheeks.
'What hurts Sammy?' Dean now sitting on his brothers bed. Dean placed a comforting hand on his brothers back to let him know he was there for him.
'My head.' Sam's hands now gripping his head.
'That's because you haven't been able to keep anything in your tummy Sammy.'
The door handle turned and squeaked as it did so. Someone was entering the bedroom. Both brothers looked up. Pastor Jim opened the bedroom door. The suns light shining in for a brief second, Sam quickly putting his head back down into his hands, the light proving to be too much for his headache.
The room was dark once more and Sam slowly lifted his head again. Looking at the end of his bed a look of confusion came over him as he looked to his brother and back to the end of his bed.
'Dean? Why are there zigzags over there?' Sam pointed.
Dean looked over to where Sam was pointing but failed to see anything. Dean now making eye contact with Pastor Jim as if looking for the answer. Dean didn't know what to say or do.
'It's okay Sam it's nothing, just your brain playing tricks on you, just put your head down and close your eyes okay?' Pastor Jim encouraged Sam and he placed a lighter blanket on Sam. He knew Sam had a fever and was feeling the cold but the kid was going to overheat if they kept these heavy blankets on him. Both Dean and Pastor Jim left the room.
'Pastor Jim? What was Sammy talking about?'
'I think your brother has something called a migraine Dean its like a very very painful headache, it was probably brought on by his sickness.'
Dean couldn't do anything for his brother, he felt so helpless he swore from the minute he met his brother that he was going to do everything to protect him. He felt like a failure.
...
Dean was now 14 years old. Allison Henderson. His latest school girl crush. She sat three rows ahead of him. Almost all of their classes together. He liked her and she liked him. The bell rang as students left their seats to head onto their next classes. Allison waited by her desk as Dean walked past the few desks leading up to her. Making eye contact with her Dean gave a small smile.
'Hey Dean, umm listen, a few of us were gonna ditch next period and play a game of spin the bottle in the old manual arts building, there's nothing in there now and Tom knows how to pick a lock so the girls and I wanted to know if you wanted to come and join us?' Allison tucker her straight blonde hair behind her ear, her eyes a light sky blue, her complexion pale but her yellow dress brightened her up.
Dean didn't have to think for a minute. Of course he was in.
'Uh yeh sure, that'd be awesome.' Dean said as he followed Allison out of the classroom.
Ensuring nobody was looking, the pair left the main buildings back exit heading over to the abandoned school building.
Once there Tom a few other girls and another boy named Ryan stood by the door. Maroon paint faded and stripping from the once painted timber. Tom kneeling down as he tried to pick the lock. The group was getting anxious. They had to get in before someone saw them. Getting frustrated Dean pushed Tom out of the way.
'Here, let me do it.' Dean, now on his knees focusing on the task at hand, a few clicks later and the lock popped open.
'And that's how you do it.' Dean looked at Tom as he spoke. Proud to show off to Allison.
The group entered the building. Just as Allison had said. It was empty. A thick coasting of dust resting on the windows wooden frames. The light crept in through small sections of the boarded up windows.
'Okay, shall we start?' One of the girls asked. Her name was Rachael. She was short and slim, her hair long and dark reaching her waist almost. She was pretty. Her eyes a deep green. Although Dean had been crushing on Allison he should wouldn't mind the bottle landing on Rachael he thought to himself.
As the group settled down into a circle Allison spoke.
'Okay since were going by alphabetical order, I'll go first!' She was eager, Dean could hear it in her voice. She leant over into the middle of the circle, Dean sitting directly opposite her. As her hand reached out to the bottle she gave Dean a quick glance before giving him a wink. The bottle was spun. As the bottle slowed, hearts began to race. Coming to a stop the bottle landed on Dean. Just as they had both wanted. They both leaned into the circle as their lips met.
...
Dean was 17. Sams current age. The brothers attended the same school together. Sam a junior and Dean a senior. Sam was beginning to express himself more. But it wasn't always a good thing in Deans eyes. Rick Jennings or Dick Jennings as Dean would refer to him was one hell of an asshole and a school bully. He too was a senior but for some reason got off on picking on the juniors. His punishments were tormenting. He'd trip the students own flights of stairs, hang then over the balcony's, flush their heads in the toilet, take their freshly bought lunch and just throw it in the bin or if he was feeling nice that day he'd only stand in it creating a mush before forcing you to eat it. Dean hated him with a burning passion, he hadn't given Dean any trouble yet but if he did he'd know how to fight back. It was Sam he was worried about, with Sams now rising attitude problem and new found ability to back chat he had to keep a closer eye on him. Especially now that Dick was around.
Sam and Dean passed each other in the hall ways twice a day. Dean was thankful for that as it gave him a chance to quickly see how his brother was doing even if it were a brief acknowledgement of a head nod. The bell rang as it echoed throughout the school. Children soon filled the halls. Dean kept an eye out for Sam as he made his way down the hall. Normally he'd have passed him by now. That's when he saw something up ahead. The traffic of pupils had stopped moving. A large crowd forming up ahead, not far from Sam's classroom. Oh crap thought Dean, this can't be good. As expect it was once again Dick. Dean couldn't yet see what was going on but he could hear some of the commotion.
'WHEN I SAY WATCH OUT YOU WATCH OUT OKAY!' Dick yelled aggressively.
'Please don't be Sam, Please don't be Sam' Dean said bout loud still trying to squeeze his way through the crowd.
'Okay, sure Dick. I'll be sure to watch out, watch out for your mom so I can tell her what a loser she managed to raise. It must take all sorts of stupid to end up with someone like you for a son.'
Dean had to smirk at the comment given back to Dick, until he realised. It was Sam's voice. Oh god, what had Sam gotten himself into.
'What'd you say Winchester?!' Dick was now inches from Sam's face. Dicks hair a bright orange with the very famous mullet hairstyle. He wore a black t shirt layered with a red ripped sleeved vest. His faded jeans also torn in several places. He looked like a failed wanna be rock star in Deans mind.
'I said YOU'RE MOM IS STUPID! You hear that? Or didn't she tell you how to listen either.' Sam shot back at the school bully.
Half of the crowed cheered Sam on while the other half whispered, having concerns for his safety. A few students left to go to their next class, some leaving to fetch a teacher before it got ugly.
Dick knew that no matter what he said that Sam was going to come up with some smart ass remark so he did the thing he knew best he used violence. As if turning around to leave Sam expected the conversation to be done but how wrong he was as quickly as Dick had turned he was soon facing Sam again. His arms now on Sams shoulders as his knee came crashing up into Sam's chest. Winded and in a great deal of pain Sam fell to the floor on all fours. Dean has been seconds too late as he saw his brother fall to the ground. Now beyond mad Dean tapped Dick on the shoulder as Dick turned around Dean gave it to him square in the face. That was all it took for Dick to fall down unconscious. Dean helping his little brother up from the floor.
'You okay Sammy?'
Sam didn't respond, instead he coughed and coughed grabbing his rib cage as the brothers made an exit from the crowd. Teachers appearing in the hallways.
Dean had felt like he had failed his brother once again. He blamed himself. Why can't I get this big brother gig right? The hell is wrong with me? Sometimes it all felt too much for him, he didn't want to let anyone down anymore. He felt disappointed in himself.
...
They were okay. Dean opened his eyes. Well Dean was okay at least. Dean glanced over at his brother. Sams head still up against the window his eyes closed. Dean reached over checking for a pulse he found one. Nice and strong. He had been worried about his brother before the accident. Trying to see if Sam had a fever. He took the chance to feel his brothers face. Sam felt fine. The kid hadn't exactly had it easy lately. The previous hunts had took a strain on him, he always stressed himself out. Maybe that was it maybe Sam was just a bit stressed. After all every time Sam tried to do something remotely normal something supernatural would come up. He knew this wasn't the life his brother wanted to live. It hurt Dean to see his little brother this way. He'd be making the effort to give his brother the normal summer vacation he deserved but trouble had a way of finding them. I'm responsible for this thought Dean as guilt filled him up.
'Sam?' Dean shook his brothers shoulder as Sam jolted awake. Rubbing the side of his head which he had hit against the window when the impala came to a jolting stop.
'You okay?' Dean asked doing a quick visual check over his brother before Sam could answer.
'Yeh, fine. What happened?'
'Well, my life just flashed before my eyes...some idiot driving on the wrong side of the road.' Dean was now filled with anger. Anger that the driver could have killed them both. He opened his car door, though the car no longer visible didn't stop him from shouting into the darkness behind him.
"THIS ISN'T AUSTRALIA YOU IDIOT!'
Feeling slightly better that he had gotten his frustrations out Dean looked over at his brother.
'What?' Dean asked him.
'Nothing, its just you're very vocal when you're angry' Sam smiled at his brother.
'Its good to get it out Sammy, you cant bottle that crap up anyway, how about we don't say anything to Dad about this. I'm fine you're fine, baby is fine.' Dean said rubbing the cars dash board.
'Dean you are way too affectionate with this car.' Sam laughed as the brothers made their way back to the motel.
As they pulled into the parking lot they were surprised to see a familiar truck in the car park. Dad was home.
Sam and Dean walked through their motel door. The lights on. John pouring whiskey. He must have heard the familiar rumble of the Impalas engine realising his boys had come home because there were three glasses in front of him. Sam winced as the light hit his eyes. He blinked his eyes a few times to adjust to the level of brightness in the room. Taking notice John said nothing but observed the actions of his youngest.
'Boys.' John acknowledged his two sons and held up his glass. We're they celebrating?
Sam and Dean now sat with their father at the dark stained wooden dining table. Which was only big enough to seat four chairs around it evenly.
'Successful hunt?' Dean asked his Dad.
'Yeh, took down two whole nests.' John replied tiredly. Dean was unsure if his father had even slept.
'So tell me what you boys got up to while I was gone.' John asked his sons who sat silently across from him.
Dean filled in his father about the hunt and all the details that went along with it. Sam remained quiet during the information exchange and his drink untouched. He wasn't going to be touching alcohol for a long time, since the last time he drank hadn't ended too well.
His Dad and brother conversed in the background.
'Sam?' His Dad asked.
Sam hadn't been paying attention he didn't know how to respond.
'Huh?' Was Sam's response.
He looked up at his father. John now taking a good look at his son, as if he had noticed something in his youngest.
'Sammy come over here, let me take a look at you' John told his youngest as they headed into the lighter section of the room. John looked at Sams eyes. His right eyes pupil was dilated.
'Sam I need you to repeat this sentence after me okay? You understand?'
Sam nodded.
'The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.'
'The fox..jump...dog' Proud of his efforts Sam was sure he'd nailed it. The look on his fathers and brothers faces told him otherwise.
'Sam you tell me what happened.'
Sam stopped and thought for a moment. What was he supposed to be telling his father?
He looked at Dean. Deans eyes wide as if trying to signal something. He didn't know what.
His memory came in flashes.
'Umm.. library..Dean wanted to date the old woman but got rejected...lights and car...woke up...Australia.'
There, he had done it. He had told his father everything just like he was supposed to. John turned his head to look at Dean.
'You wanna tell me what the hell that means? You're obviously not telling me something and your brother is concussed as hell.'
Sam had been fine after the near miss accident. Then Dean remembered that the symptoms of a concussion could present later sometimes. This was one of those times.
Dean filled his father in, this time leaving no details out.
John took a moment to process the information. Before speaking.
'Sam, why don't you go to bed, Dean and I are going to have a chat.'
Sam looked around the room as if lost. Dean realising the problem was now standing by his brothers side. Directing him to his bed. Once Sam was settled Dean made his way to his father standing by the kitchenette.
'You know you're supposed to look out for your brother not drive like a maniac.'
'It wasn't my fault! That car came out of nowhere, if I hadn't of swerved we'd be having a completely different conversation now, if at all!'
'I ask one thing from you Dean, one thing! And that's to take care of your brother. Hell, I didn't think I had to even need to tell you that anymore, but it looks like you need reminding!'
'How about you remind yourself that you're his father so how about you start acting like one! I'm his brother, I'm there to watch out for him but he also needs his father! He's barely coping, hell, I'm barely coping we need you here once in a while Dad.'
John had no response. Still filled with rage he didn't want to release more of his anger by saying the wrong thing. So, he poured himself another drink. Holding it up to his lips with his head tilted back he swallowed the whole contents in one go. Still no response.
Screw this thought Dean as he gathered his keys and wallet before slamming the motel room door shut. There was no way he could be in the same room as his father right now. He didn't want to leave his brother but he needed a drink and he needed it now, he needed to be alone until he cooled down. Dean got back into the Impala screeching out of the exit of the parking lot. Driving like the maniac driver his Dad had labeled him to be.
Finding the nearest bar Dean pulled into the car park. He looked at the brightly lit sign and sighed. Was this how he really wanted to solve his problems? The same way as his father did? Dean took another look at the bar before reversing his car and driving away. He needed time away, time to think. Dean would return two days later. After a constant cycle of drinking and sleeping in his car his body had had enough as he decided to make his way home. He missed his brother, his anger at his Dad had diffused it was time to make things right again.
TBC...