It took me a while to finally fall asleep. Even with focusing on John's far better prognosis now that he was up and moving, sleep ran from me. It finally let me catch it, only for me to be woken in the dark by what I could tell were gunshots. What the FUCK?!
Jumping from my bed and rushing into the hallway, I could see that both Dad's and John's doors were open. Checking to be sure, I took a deep breath to steel myself when I found both beds empty. The bathroom door was open, too, the room dark. Fuck, did Dad decide to wait until I was out to take John outside to "show" him his wonderful shotgun?
I slipped into a pair of shoes and rushed down the stairs. As I opened the backdoor, I wondered briefly if I should have checked on Dean and Sam. Convince them to check on the sounds of gunfire, so I could hide my head under my pillow and pretend it was another nightmare. A shot sounds and pushes me out of that line of thought, making my feet pick up speed.
I have to stop at some point, just to listen for more sounds, so I can be sure I'm heading in the right direction. Muttering, I hear voices so low that sounds like muttering and following the sounds. I'm near to where the voices are coming from, they're getting louder when I jump from another shot ringing out. Closing my eyes for strength, I open them to a chuckle. Honestly? Would Dad laugh after he killed John? Fuck.
I move forward, part of me terrified of what I'm going to find, part of me just needing to see. And as the moon shines down on the scene in front of me, I find myself gasping so loud that I'm certain that Sam and Dean can hear me from the house.