Hey, I am finally back with the rest of my story! It's been almost a year now since I've updated. I hope for those who were anxious to know the rest that they're still out there…
A lot of answers in this chapter. Please R&R.
Guilt
It was December 24th. Just like in a fairytale it was snowing softly, creating a beautiful white carpet on the normally gray- shaded streets. Lights were lit everywhere, Christmas- carols echoed through town. On the corner of the main street stood an old man, dressed up like Santa. A do- gooder, who once chose to stand there every year around this time to hand children lollipops and to wish people happy holidays.
He was handing children lollipops. The clock read 5.30 PM. Most people were home getting ready for Christmas. Not very far from Santa stood a young man looking around, seemingly agitated. It didn't go unnoticed by Santa. He crossed the street with his little red bucket and walked up to the young man. That's when he outstretched him his hand.
"Here you go."
The young man didn't make any movement towards accepting the lolly.
"I don't deserve it. Save it for someone else, like … a kid."
Santa looked at him disbelievingly.
"What's your name?"
"Dean."
"Well, Dean, I don't see why you wouldn't deserve it. And you were a child once too. So here, take it."
Santa gave him his most genuine smile.
"Now, how can I say no to that?", Dean inwardly smiled.
He took the lollipop.
"You know what Santa? I've changed my mind. Thank you and merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas to you. Now shoot. I'm sure you have family you'd better be around with. Family's everything. Especially around the holidays."
It was there and then that Dean realised he missed out on something. With no mother, and a missing father, Sammy was all he had left. And he was three thousand miles away from him. Dean decided it was time to tie old bonds again with his brother. After this job was finished, he would look Sam up.
Unfortunately for Dean, the job wouldn't go as smooth as planned. Shapeshifters are hard to track. You never know; a shapeshifter might be standing next to you.
"Thank God for the EMF- meter! So rat, where are you?"
Dean stood on the parking of a motel. The place was trash, the worst motel he'd ever seen.
Suddenly a young man, probably around sixteen, came out of nowhere.
"Hi Dean."
He knew his name! This couldn't be a coincidence. And indeed, the EMF- meter went off.
"Hi rat. Was just looking for you. If you could just stand still there so we can get this over with."
Like it'd go that easy!
To Dean's surprise the shapeshifter, who was now standing ten feet away, obeyed.
"Well okay. Thank you for making this easy."
Dean took his 48' millimetre with silver bullets. With no hesitatations, he took a clear shot. The shapeshifter took a step to the right and missed the bullet by close.
"I knew this was too good to be true!"
Immediately after that exlamation Dean fired at will.
Being alone with it on the parking was a blessing. It wasn't exactly the most private place to have a little duel. The demon started running and Dean chased after it. Dean turned 'round the corner… No demon.
"Where'd he go?"
Suddenly Dean heard noice behind him. He turned his body in one swift move. False alarm, it was just a kid.
"Hey there. What's your name?"
The kid stood there staring at Dean, more particularly at Dean's gun.
"Are you going to shoot me?", he asked surprisingly not sounding so affraid as he should have been.
"What?" Dean looked at his hand and understood.
"Nooo… But if you stay there I might", Dean said half- jokingly.
"It's dangerous out here, there are bad people walking around. You'd better go back to your room."
The kid nodded in agreement.
"Okay. I was just looking for my brother. It thought I saw him over here. And my name's Sam by the way."
"Sam? My brother's called like that too! Well Sam…"
They were interrupted by someone standing behind Dean.
"Jamie, there you are. I was looking for you", said Sam.
Dean looked in Jamie's direction. Fuck!
"Sam!! Stay away from him!"
"But he's my…"
"Don't listen to him Sammy! He's a bad man. He tried to kill me!", Jamie called out.
Oh man, why did the kid had to be there now?
"Sam, go to your room like I said. Me and him are gonna have a conversation."
"I'm not leaving without him!"
Children's stubborness! What can you do against that?
Dean had no choice. This had to be quick. Jamie was momentarily distracted and that's when Dean took his chance with another shot.
Just like before, Jamie managed to escape it.
"Those damn shapeshifters are so fast" Dean inwardly cursed.
Another pursuit began with Sam's screams on the background.
20 minutes later…
Bang!!!!!
A body dropped and then burned up, disappearing into the night.
The yelling had stopped.
Strange…
"Sam. It's alright, you can come up now. See, it wasn't your brother. Sa…"
Dean couldn't believe his eyes. He ran up to the body laying on the ground. He was alive.
"Sammy, are you okay? Oh my God… oh my God … oh…"
The petite voice interrupted him.
"Don't say another 'Oh my God' or I'll die of annoyance."
"I'm so sorry. Where are you bleeding?"
No answer.
"Sammy?"
His voice broke.
Sam was laying motionless. His eyes were staring at the sky. Dean took his pulse: no heartbeat.
He checked for his breathing.
Nothing.
He didn't know what to do, so he started CPO. Dean had been going on like that for fifteen minutes, before giving up.
He killed … a kid … on Christmas day.
"Oh my God. I'm going straight to hell! How am I gonna tell his family? I'll get arrested. Probably what I deserve. What am I gonna do with Sammy laying there?"
He decided to drop Sammy on a bench outside. He wrote a little note addressed to Sam's family. It said three words: I'm sorry. Dean left without another look back. What Dean didn't know was that someone else had seen everything from his room. The cops were called later. The witness gave them a description. Dean was officially a fugitive.
Not a day had gone by since then that Dean didn't think about the mistake he made in that short moment.
What was going through his head, leaving a child like that?
Immediately after the incident, Dean had gone to Sam, like he had planned. He had been searching for the right time to tell him.
But this time his problem couldn't just be solved like usually. It wasn't like when they were little and they did something wrong and hid it from dad. And then Sam had to lie with him. No, this time was very different. There was evidence and the victim was human.
And no matter what he did, it could never be undone.