AN: So obviously there's a pattern to these chapters. Every other chapter is going to be the entire letter. But these chapters just before Sam introduces the next person are just as important. Dean's thoughts and emotions are just as important, because reading these letters are making a serious impact on him.
The letter falls from his hands onto his lap. He leans his head against the wall not wanting to think anymore. Right at that moment Dean just wants the floor to swallow him up and kill him. At least then he can be with Sam. He chuckles. If he wasn't so determined to finish the letters and kill everyone on Sam's list, he would make sure that happened. But there's no way he can. Not now. If he dies, nothing would happen to everyone who hurt Sam. They would all continue going on about their lives thinking that Sam's death was no big deal. That was the last thing he wanted, because Sam's death was a very big fucking deal.
He was brought out of his head when he heard the other students making their way toward him. He sighed heavily. He rose to his feet, and without thinking of his destination, he took off running.
Luna ratted Sam out. If she had just kept her mouth shut, maybe then Sam would be alive. There were many things that could've happened to have prevented Sam from committing suicide. No matter what could've happened, it all comes down to him. He was the one that was to blame. If he had just sucked it up and asked Sam out he wouldn't have had a reason to say yes to Malfoy.
Sam's blood was on his hands. He was wrong about his earlier thoughts. He didn't help twelve people kill Sam... twelve people had helped him kill Sam. He stopped right in front of the Room of Requirement, but he didn't see the door showing itself. He didn't see himself walking in. He didn't see anything.
He killed the boy who he had been in love with since third year. He killed Sam.
Dean fell to his knees. He could feel himself shaking, but it wasn't because of fear or crying. His body was shaking because he was pissed. This hadn't happened for a very long time. In fact, this hadn't happened since he was in his second year because someone had angered him to the point that he hurt the boy and his two friends by magic. The thing was... he didn't say a spell in his mind or out loud, and he didn't have his wand out.
After it happened, Dumbledore had explained to him that his magic had reacted to his emotions. His magic is so in tune with his mind that it reacts to what he's feeling. Usually a person could control it by using their wand to direct their magic, but only certain people, for certain reasons, can't control it. It doesn't happen every time he can't control it, only when it's too strong. In the first case, it most likely happened because he was so young and didn't grow up in a magical household. Dumbledore had warned him that if he doesn't deal with his emotions in a healthy way, it'll build and build until there's no stopping it.
Dean could feel sparks of his magic around him. It looked as if his magic was lightning and it was striking all around him. It wasn't as bad as before, but the fact that it was happening at all said something.
Dean tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't. He was angry. Sam went through so much all because he loved Dean. If he didn't love him, then there would've been no secret for Luna to tell. If Sam didn't love him, Malfoy wouldn't have hurt him. There would've been no diary for him to destroy.
The sparks turned from blue to red and it made a louder noise.
Sam was dead! Why couldn't Luna just keep her fucking mouth shut? Why didn't she let him finish talking?
He didn't have to think too much on it, because the Room provided dummies for him to attack. He brought out his wand, and without saying a spell he lit it on fire.
Why did Malfoy have to hurt him?
He sent a dummy flying across the room and slamming into the wall.
Why couldn't he have asked Sam out?
Another.
Why didn't he listen to Benny?
Another.
Why did he let his fear get the best of him?
As he blew one up, six more appeared around him, but he still didn't see them.
Why didn't-? He heard his magic strike around him. Why couldn't-? It rippled along the room. WHY?! He could feel himself shaking once more.
"AAAHHH!" With his wand to his side, his magic destroyed all six leaving nothing but dust in its place.
Dean was making his way to the common room. By the time he got there he felt tired, but he knew that there was no way he going to be able to sleep that night... or probably ever. He didn't care that he had class the next day or homework due in several classes. He just didn't care.
He knew that the best thing to do was finish the letters as fast as he could. That was the best thing for him. The closer he got to the next letter, the more he didn't want to continue. He didn't want to read any more. He may have only read two letters, but he felt like he read a hundred. He just couldn't do this.
All Dean wanted was to know who the remaining ten people were, that way he could just kill them all. Once he was charged and taken to Azkaban, he could sleep. He would most likely be given the Kiss, but he didn't care. He couldn't go through any more.
In the end, he knew that wasn't true. He could get through every single letter that was left. He could get angry, sad, cry, but he could still get through it. What he couldn't do was go through it alone. Not anymore.
He reached his room, and sighed in relief that he was alone. He figured the others were taking their shower. He knew he should as well, but how could he when there were still more letters to read? When he reached his bed, he pulled out the letters and grabbed the next one. Number three was there in his hands, but he couldn't get himself to open it. His attention was only on the letter that he held. Who was next? Was it him? Was it his turn? What did he do?!
"Dean?"
Dean stiffened. He knew that voice. He knew it ever since first year. He feels his eyes begin to sting with tears. His hands fall to his side, and he breaks down. When was this going to end? When was he going to stop crying?
"Dean, please talk to me," Benny said slowly turning him around. What he saw was heart breaking. Dean was his best friend, and he wanted to help so bad.
Dean shook his head, but didn't pull away. Benny took that as a good sign. The tears that fell down Dean's cheek broke his heart that much more. It wasn't like this was the first time Dean had ever cried in front of him. He was sad to admit that Dean had cried many times in the past, either alone or with him. Benny knew that whatever was going on with Dean was so much worse than any other time. Whatever happened in the Great Hall, Benny didn't care.
Benny didn't have to hear to know what Dean needed. He wrapped his arms around him. Dean needed a hug. "What's wrong?"
Dean was afraid that Benny would leave. Benny was his best friend, and he didn't know if he could handle eleven more letters. He knew that if it wasn't for the guilt he felt, he could get through the other letters by himself, or at least a few more letters until he asked for help. But he couldn't, because after reading what was done to the one that he loved, hurt him so much.
Hugging his best friend was what finally broke him. He held on tight, and told Benny everything. He was sorry to Sam that he said anything, but hopefully he would understand that this was too much for one person to handle... more specifically him. None of the others would feel the pain that he felt, because no one else had ever loved Sam like he did. No one was still in love with Sam like he was.
Benny listened as Dean told him everything that's been going on with him. What he was listening to wasn't anywhere near what he thought was bothering him. The emotion in Dean's voice made him want to cry himself.
By the time Dean was done, Benny was just as pissed off as Dean was. How could Malfoy and Luna do that to someone as innocent and kind as Sam? He didn't know if Sam wanted Dean to read the letters by himself, but he was glad that Dean finally told him. This was his job as best friend.
Dean pulled away and wiped his tears away.
Benny patted him on the back. "Is that the next letter?" Dean nodded. "Okay, well let's go find out who else we have to kill." Benny began to get back in his robes when he felt Dean staring at him. He looked up. "What?"
"What do you mean, 'we'?"
"Dean, you're my best friend. I know how much you loved Sam. To think that there are twelve fucking people at this school that hurt him is not going to fly with me." He grabbed his wand, and went to the door. "I don't know what happened that made Sam include you with all the others, but whatever it is we'll deal with it. Come on. We can't read it here with the others listening in."
This just added to the many reasons why Benny was his best friend. He smiled and followed after him. He stopped when they got to the door. "You do realize we might be given the Kiss, right?"
Benny shrugged his shoulders. "Can't let you have all the fun."
Both boys made it to the Room of Requirement. It was a little difficult because it was after hours, and they weren't allowed out. Then again, it wasn't like this was their first time sneaking out. The Golden Trio weren't the only ones that snuck out.
As Benny walked into the room, he could practically see the guilt and depression that Dean was feeling. That was how strong Dean's emotions were, or it could be because Benny knew him that well. Either one. He couldn't believe that Sam was dead. He knew how much Dean was in love with the kid. How could he not when he was all Dean talked about.
When they walked in, he could see the room was a mess. There was dirt everywhere, and marks on the ground that looked like a bomb went off. It took a moment for him to understand what it was. He frowned and looked at Dean.
"How bad did it get?"
Dean looked away in shame. He hated it when he couldn't keep control over his magic. "Wasn't that bad," he mumbled.
Benny shook his head and sighed. He sat down on the couch the room provided and motioned for Dean to follow. When he did he waited for him to take out the letter. He watched as Dean's hands shook when he took out the letter and unfolded it.
Dean sighed. "You don't have to get involved."
Benny just stared at him for a moment. "Ever since third year, all you've been talking about is how much you love him. To know that he died because of a bunch of assholes, I'm not just going to stay behind. Besides someone has to be with you to make sure you don't wallow in guilt."
Dean's lip quivered.
"Dean, no matter what Sam said, you did not kill him. Once we're done with these letters, we're going to find everyone that hurt him and kill them all."
Benny was surprised with himself. He never thought that he would grow up to become a murderer. He thought it was funny that he could talk about killing people like it was the most casual thing in the world, but he didn't care. Dean was his best friend, and Sam was the one that he loved more than life itself. It was only right that he stand with Dean during a time like this, and if that meant committing murderer... then so be it.
Dean took a deep breath.
Even though I need to write out these letters and send them out to you all, I really don't want to do it. I don't want to write these out and relive what you people did to me. It was bad enough that I went through it once, it's even worse now, because I know what's coming when this is all done.
But I guess I need to, because if I'm going to die I need you all to know what you did. It may be able to bring you all together and be best friends. At least this way, you all will have at least one thing in common.
Dean broke off. He didn't want to have anything in common with these people.
To begin this letter, I have several questions to ask. Have you guys ever liked someone so much that you wanted to tell them? Maybe in a love letter, or send them things to show how much you like them? Or even a simple loving gesture. Ever had a secret admirer?
I was going out with Draco at the time when I received my very first one. At first I thought it was him, but then I realized that he wasn't the type. Draco is never the type to do something romantic, not that I need it to know that I'm loved or wanted. But it's still a great feeling when I received it.
Dean doesn't like this. Who was Sam's admirer?
Benny could see the look on his face and chuckled. "Don't get all jealous, Dean. Keep going."
When you get a secret admirer and they send you love letters, it's the most wonderful feeling. It makes you happy that someone likes you so much that they would take the time to write out their feelings and send it to you. Sometimes it can make you feel special. Like someone out there likes you so much that they can only express their love through a letter. It's like they're shy and are afraid of rejection.
When it happened to me, believe me I was happy. I thought my heart was going to burst with how much happiness I felt.
"Seriously, who the fuck is this?" Dean yelled to Benny. "Whoever this is we're killing them right after Draco."
Benny rolled his eyes.
I'm sure you all know that there are terrible and cruel people in the world. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to get a love letter from the one person you like or maybe even love, and it turned out that someone thought it would be funny to use that to hurt you?
I didn't think it was funny then and I don't think it's funny now. What made you think that using the one that I love with all my heart to hurt me would be funny? I never did anything to you, yet you do that to me.
I really don't know how you found out, but I have a guess on who it was.
What was it about me that made me a target? What did I do wrong? Was it because I was a Slytherin? Did you like him too? Did someone do that to you and you thought it would be funny to do it to me? Was it revenge?
I simply don't understand. I'm not really a hateful person, but with you... with what you did I may make an exception. So, you're next... Jo Harvelle.
"WHAT?!" Dean screamed.
Benny tilt his head. "Isn't Jo that bitch that's been obsessed with you since second year?"
Dean growled just at the mention of her name. He hated her with every fiber of his being. He wasn't one to want to punch girls, but he's been thinking that he'd make an exception. Now... oh she was going to regret ever coming to this school.
"She did something to him. How could she even think that she could do anything to him let alone speak to him? She's so lucky that she's not here right now, because I'm seriously considering making her number one."
He had no idea how many times he told Jo that he didn't want to go out with her. He was very comfortable and perfectly happy with his sexuality, but he wasn't one to be open with it to just anyone. Only those he considered close friends and family knew.
Dean rose to his feet and began to pace back and forth. He could do it. He didn't know how seeing as how she's in the girls' dorm and the guys couldn't get in there. How the hell did the Hat ever think that she would be good in Gryffindor? Then again there were plenty of assholes in his House, what's one more bitch?
"Dean, calm down. We don't even know what she did yet." Benny really needed him to calm down. He didn't need Dean's magic to sense his already pissed off mood, the last thing they needed was for it to react. Dean already had little control of his magic when it reacted.
Dean's head snapped to him. "I don't care what the fuck she did. The fact that she did anything is good enough for me to fucking strangle her."
Benny sighed. "Let's at least find out what she did. Then I promise you, we'll go after her before Draco."
Dean thought about it for a few moments, but shook his head. "No. If anything she'll be right after him. After what Malfoy did to him, no, we're dealing with him first."
"Whatever you want, but let's find out the whole story first."
The funny thing is before that night, I've never spoken to you. I've talked to a few Gryffindors, but you were never one of them nor would you ever be. I've seen you around the school with your friends, but every time I did, I did not like what I saw. I didn't like you. I thought you were too stuck up. You thought you were better than everyone else. I guess I wasn't the only one that the Hat misplaced.
Anyway, how did you find out? I mean, I think I know who told you seeing as how she's your best friend. I wasn't the only that that was in love with him, or even liked him, so why me? Was it because after what happened between me and her, you thought it would be a good idea to get back at me?
What was it?! Tell me! I never did anything to you, so why? Did you do this to other people who had their eyes on him, or was I special? Do you not understand what that letter meant to me? Even though I know now that it was all a joke to you, it meant something to me. I actually thought it was really from him. That letter was my new hope. I was actually thinking about forgetting what Draco did to me! But no! You fucking do this to me.
I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's backtrack. Mostly for my sanity or what's left of it, and also so the rest of you can understand what letter I'm talking about.
Because of the kind of person you are, I know for a fact that what you did to me, before you got these letters, has slipped your mind as something unimportant. Because of the severity of what you did, I'm going to explain so others would know how horrible you are.
In third year, it was around the time that Sirius Black was spotted close by. I didn't care about the fact that a 'murderer' was nearby. I always hoped that he would come into the school and kill my lovely boyfriend. But sadly, he didn't. Or maybe he did come to do it, but didn't know how to find us. Oh well, one can only dream.
How funny it is that being with Draco and being hurt everyday has made me think such dark thoughts. I guess I really am a Slytherin, at least deep down.
Time to go to the next point on the map.
Dean looked down at the map, and saw that it was the courtyard. He went to grab his things, but Benny stopped him. He looked up at him confused.
"It's best we stay here. It's already after hours; the last thing we need right now is to be sent back to the tower and given a detention."
"I don't care about any of that."
"Neither do I, but as of right now we don't know who else is on the list. It could be a Gryffindor. We can't risk you attacking them before we're done."
Dean knew he was right. Sorry Sam, Dean thought. It's best we stay here.
On my way to Charms, Professor Flitwick had handed me a note. I'll be honest, I was surprised, because the professor always tried to steer clear of me. I don't know why. Maybe it's because of who I was going out with at the time. Hmm.
Anyway, I looked at the note, and you know what it was? A love letter. Now normally I don't ever get anything like that. Not even Draco ever did something like that. So being the kind of person I was, I read it. Then again, I think anyone would.
It read:
I don't know why I'm sending this to you, but I don't think I can keep my feelings to myself anymore. I've been in love with you since the first moment you walked through the Great Hall. You were the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and you're even more beautiful now. I can't help but feel shy each time I see you. My fear of rejection has kept me from approaching you. I see you with a horrible person who doesn't deserve to call you his, and each time I do, I want to scream. I love you with all my heart, and I hope you will give me the chance to prove to you that you deserve someone who will love and worship you for the rest of your life.
If you will give me that chance, just leave a note with the professor, and I'll respond as soon as I can. I wait for your response. Love, D.W.
Dean gasped and dropped the letter. Benny moved closer to him when he saw Dean drop it. Before he could ask what was wrong, Dean responded.
"That's impossible," Dean said under his breath.
Benny furrowed his brows. "What?"
Dean slowly looked at him, and Benny could see his eyes shining. "That's my letter."
"What do you mean? This letter is for Jo."
Dean shook his head. "No, the letter that Sam got from Flitwick. That's my letter. Except for the last part, I wrote that. I was planning on giving him a letter, but it went missing. I couldn't find it."
"Wait, was that why you trashed our room last year?"
Benny remembered that the previous year, he and a few other guys had come back to find the room destroyed. They saw Dean throwing things here and there and it was obvious that he was looking for something. He had tried to get Dean to explain to him what he was looking for, but Dean wouldn't talk. When he stopped, he looked broken. Whatever it was that he was looking for apparently meant a great deal to him.
"How the fuck did she get it?"
Before Benny could say anything in response, Dean picked up the letter now looking angry. Benny sighed. He felt very sorry for Jo. It was never a good idea to piss Dean off.
I knew those initials anywhere. I wrote them down so often that it would be ridiculous if I didn't. You would have no idea how much happiness I felt when I finished that letter. I thought I was going to explode with the amount that I felt. It was the best moment of my life. I thought my life was complete knowing that he felt about me as I do him.
When class was almost over, I didn't have enough time to pour my heart into my letter, so I wrote a quick note. I figured that I would have plenty of time to tell him how I felt. I gave it to the professor not even thinking about asking him who gave him the first letter. Maybe if I did, none of this would've happened. But I guess I was too happy to confirm if it was really him.
The rest of the day, I was walking on cloud nine. Did you know that I was considering breaking up with Draco? I was only waiting because I was thinking of how I was going to do it. Even though he had hurt me, I didn't want to be like him and hurt him back. I wanted to be the bigger person. Maybe I also had waited because I was scared on what he would do when I did. Even though he was my boyfriend, I was still scared. Can you blame me?
"Benny?"
"What?"
"Please, tell me this isn't going where I think it is?"
Silence.
The next day, the letter was waiting for me on my desk. I was so happy, I didn't even bother trying to rid myself of my smile. I didn't care if Slytherins weren't supposed to smile unless they were hurting someone.
I ripped the letter open, and my heart skipped a beat at what it said. Want to know what it said? Jo, do you want me to tell the others? I can't hear your answer.
It read:
I'm so happy that you have decided to give me a chance. I would really love to meet you now. I want to ask you out properly. Please meet me near the central tower courtyard at eight tonight. I can't wait to see you. I love you. Love, D.
Dean knew for a fact that that wasn't from him. He never wrote that because he never sent anything to him. He never got the chance. Who could be so cruel as to do this?
Do I even have to tell you what I was feeling?
So, as you have already learned, I have been stuck to Draco like glue. I'm not allowed to go anywhere without him. The only time I'm by myself is when I use the restroom and when I go to my Muggles Studies class. Other than that, I'm with Draco. I'm given a time limit on how long I'm supposed to be in the restroom, anything longer than that I'll be hit.
Dean growled.
Notice I didn't mention shower. I know you're a blonde, but even you could admit what that means. So, you can imagine how difficult it might be to meet him, but I did. Did I forget to mention that because of the letter from 'him,' I actually broke up with Draco?
Oh yes. Did it go well? Yes. As well as it could go when you break up with someone like him. In fact, I was very proud of myself. After we took our shower he was getting ready for bed, but I didn't. I got into my best robes. I did my hair really nice. And you know what, I felt good. There was no way, I was going to see him not looking my best. No way. He deserved better.
"What are you doing?" He asked. "Get into bed, now."
I shook my head. For the first time since I've been with him, I felt strong. "No. Draco, it's over."
"What?" He got up and pushed me. "You're not breaking up with me. You're mine."
I walked away from him. "No. I found someone who loves me, and won't hurt me."
"Him? You're going to him, aren't you? That fucker will never love you. He just wants to get you into bed then throw you away." He scoffed at me, "You'll be back. You're going to come crawling back with your tail tucked between your legs. When you do come back, I want you on your knees and apologize. Maybe then I'll take you back. You're nothing without me."
I wanted so much to punch him. I shook my head and ran off. I wasn't going to waste any time that I could be spending with him. It wasn't that hard to get there without getting caught.
You wouldn't believe how free I felt. I wasn't with someone who hated me. I was finally going to be with someone who loves me. And you what? If he turned out like Draco, which I didn't believe, I wouldn't care one bit. I don't care what he did to me, as long as we were together, I wouldn't be bothered if he was a psychotic murderer.
Anyway, I arrived and I saw someone. I could only see the silhouette of the person, but I was too blind to see that the person's build wasn't male. I was too excited and thrilled. The closer I got, the more my heart sped up. This was it. I was finally going to be with the one that I loved so much.
"Hello?" I called out. I went up to the person already believing that something was wrong, but I was still in deep denial.
The person turned around, but it wasn't him. It was you. How I mistook him for you, I'll never know. But as soon as you looked at me, you smiled. You laughed at me. Then I saw two other girls come out of the shadows, and I knew exactly who told you. You still there... Luna?
You didn't laugh like Jo and the other girl, but the fact that you were even there... well that said something, didn't it?
You would never believe how badly I was crushed.
"Well, don't you look nice." You looked me up and down. I backed away from all of you. "Aw, what's the matter? Expecting someone else?"
I tried to walk away wanting to get as far away from you as I could, but you got in front of me. You shoved me. I've never hit a girl, and I never would. Regardless of what you did, I couldn't even do it to you.
"Listen here, Campbell. He is mine. You're going to stay away from him. You're not going to look at him again. He's not into scrawny little faggots like you." That's when you pushed me. I wasn't expecting it, so I fell.
I know you didn't encourage her, Luna, but the fact that you didn't do anything to help me, makes you just as bad as she is.
I couldn't hold it in anymore. I cried. Hard.
Dean's body was shaking bad by this point. He was gripping the letter hard.
Benny could see what the letter was doing to Dean. He was afraid. Actually, he was afraid for everyone that either already received these letters or will. Now that he was thinking about it, if there were people after Dean's letter, they'll never get the chance to read these. Oh well, not his problem.
I ran off crying. I didn't care if I got caught. I just simply didn't care. I wanted to get as far away from you as possible. Remember what Draco said before I left? Well, keep that in mind.
When I got back to the common room, there he was. He was sitting on the couch just staring at me. As soon as he saw that I was crying, he smiled. He already knew what happened, or had an idea of happened. Merlin, do I hate him.
He stood up, but he didn't move. He just folded his arms, and waited. At first I didn't know why. At that point a bunch of the other Slytherins came out because I'm sure they wanted to see what else would happen between us. From what I could see, it was mostly our year that was there. I didn't know what they were waiting for.
"Are you just going to stand there?" He said.
And that's when it came to me. Every word that he said to me came rushing back. I looked down at my feet. I broke up with him. I thought he would have no more power over me, but then again that was when I thought the letter was real. That was when I thought I was finally going to be with the one that I love more than anything and anyone in the world. That was before you crushed my newly developed hope.
You know what I did? I walked up to him still looking at my feet. I got down on my knees, and I looked up at him. His smile was just... evil.
"I'm sorry." Is what I said.
Draco laughed at me like I said the most funny thing in the world. And maybe to him I did. "So? You think I should take you back? Why should I?"
I knew Draco well enough to know that he wasn't considering taking me back, because in his mind we never broke up. Asking me that was only to make me do what I did next. Maybe I was stupid for doing what he wanted, but I was too broken and hurt to do anything different.
"I'm nothing without you. I belong to you."
He smirked, "Prove it."
Any idea on how I was supposed to 'prove it'? Well, I'll tell you. He took out his dick, and right there in front of everyone that was present, he made me suck him off. How embarrassing. Just like he wasn't gentle when we raped me, he wasn't gentle then either.
And was that it? Was that the end of night? No. I could've handled sucking him off. That wasn't that big of a deal. No, he did something else. Do you know what you caused? He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me back to our room, and he beat me. Bad. I had to use a glamor spell until the proof of what he did to me faded away on their own.
I don't care if you all think I'm stupid for going back to him, because I know I was stupid. But after what you did to me, the humiliation I felt, Draco gave me what I wanted. I wanted to be wanted by someone. I couldn't have him, so I went to the next 'best' thing.
So, not only did you humiliate me by pulling such a cruel joke, but you humiliated me with Draco. At the end of the day, I felt so stupid and worthless all because you thought I had any chance with him. I didn't even know if he was gay. For all I know, he could be into girls, or only guys who were older. I was no competition to you.
I don't usually hate people, except Draco, but you... I hate you so much. I don't understand how you could live with yourself after what you did to me. I don't understand how you even thought that something like that would be funny. Is your life so bad that you thought it would be funny to do such a horrible and cruel act upon another person?
...
Did you know that in some cultures when a person commits suicide they don't get to go to Heaven? If that's true for me, then I'll see you in Hell you evil heartless bitch. You and I are going to rot in Hell, and I'm going to laugh and laugh and laugh...
Dean threw the letter to the floor in obvious anger. He was pissed. He could feel his magic reacting, but he made no effort on trying to calm himself down. He wanted it to go haywire. How much bad could one person go through? What did Sam ever do to deserve what was done to him?
Benny could feel his magic. He could see the ripples surrounding him. He jumped when he saw red lightning strike near him. He had to move just in time, because otherwise he would've been hit.
"Dean," He reached out and touched his shoulder but had to pull it back quickly. He looked down at his hand and saw that it was burnt. That wasn't good. He ignored the pain and went to speak, but Dean leaped off the couch heading for the door.
"Dean!"
Dean turned around. "Don't try and stop me. I'm going to hunt the bitch down and fucking kill her with my bare hands." Another strike.
Benny got up and ran after Dean. He knew Dean would hate himself for it, but Benny didn't care at the moment. Benny tackled him and pinned him to the ground, but it didn't last. His tackle caused them to wrestle around until Benny was on top again.
"Dean, please calm down." Benny was almost out of breath, and his hands were in pain.
"Get off me. I'm going to fucking torture her." Dean switched their positions. "I thought you were going to help me kill them all? You lied to me!"
Benny sneered at him. "I didn't fucking lie to you. If you want to kill all these fucking people, then I'm with you. I'll stand by you and torture them all with or without magic. I'll stand with you when we're being tried. I'll stand with you when we're being Kissed. But I want you to fucking think."
"I am thinking. I am thinking of all the ways I'm going to hurt them!"
"Don't you get it? You only know about three people! You still have to find out about nine more people. Not to mention find out why Sam included you. Dean, I promise, we're going to hunt them all down and fucking torture them to death, but you have to wait."
Dean's face relaxed, and when he did all the lightning and the painful touch to Dean was gone.
"We're going to get them all, but you have to wait and find out the whole story."
"I'm sorry." Dean got off Benny. "I'm sorry for your hand too."
Now that they were no longer fighting, the pain that Benny was feeling in his hands came to him like a punch to the gut. He yelped in pain. It hurt.
"I'll forgive you once you put those healing spells you know to good use." He shoved his hands in Dean's face.
Dean chuckled and began the healing spells that he knew that would fully heal Benny.
"She used my letter to hurt him," Dean said softly.
Benny nodded. "I know. She won't get away with it. None of them will."
Dean sighed. "How did she even get it? How did she even know about it?"
"I don't know, but we'll find out. Look at me," Dean did very slowly. "They won't get away with what they did. No fucking way Sam is going to die in vain."
There was only silence as Dean worked on his hands.
"I'm on there too."
Benny looked away. "I know."
And isn't that the most tragic thing about this whole situation. Dean was in love with Sam so much. He worshipped the ground the kid walked on, and yet... he was apart of this just as much as the others were. The only question was why?
AN: Thoughts? Did you like it? Any idea on who's next? Any idea on why Dean's apart of this? Important questions. Until next time. -Kauri510