This chapter actually clears some stuff! Hopefully you'll like it! Have a nice day!
My heart hammered in my chest. My head hurt. Dean. Dad. I thought. I wanted to speak, and cry, and laugh and jump up and down and squeal like a girl. But then I remembered that they hated me.
Don't screw up…You're such a freak!
My heart clenched, and my throat hurt so bad I felt like screaming. I didn't know I was shaking until Ash took my hand, staring at me with concern masking her pretty face. I had to sit down, but the only chair that was around was being taken up by a dead man.
So I threw him on the floor.
I sat down heavily and held my head in my hands.
"Sam, say something," John whispered hoarsely. I looked up, and then stood up.
"What do you want me to say? Where the fuck have you been? Do you want a drink? How about a cigarette? Maybe some salt, iron and holy water, huh?" I said, my anger getting the better of me. John looked taken aback. They weren't my family, this man wasn't my father.
"Sam, we aren't ghosts, or demons. We're just….us." Dean said. Ash squeezed my hand.
"Truth." Ash whispered. I snorted.
"I need a drink." I muttered. I began to walk away, when Ash yanked my hand and pushed me back into the chair.
"Don't be a dick." She barked. She threw a hard look at Dean and John, and then left the room. I smiled after her. But that smile was short lived as Dean began to walk forward. He knelt down in front of me.
"Sam, Sam I am so sorry. I didn't want this for you. Things just got….out of hand." Dean whispered. The look of complete honesty and pain in his eyes made me relax.
Pain. Feel the pain, Sammy boy. It's the one thing keeping you going.
I shot up out of my seat, my eyes going wide.
"Ash!" I bellowed. Ash was right in front of me in seconds.
"Vampires." She murmured, her hatchet appearing into her hands. I nodded, drawing my gun. John and Dean frowned.
"What the hell? Sam, what's happening?" John said. When I didn't acknowledge him, he turned to Ash. "Do you know what's happening?" He asked. Ash shifted uncomfortably. She looked at me, and I sighed and nodded, giving her silent permission.
"Vampires have been on our asses for months. Sam has this uncanny ability to sense evil, and we are all in deep shit." Ash said. Ash didn't really like talking, and when she did, she was always pissed.
"So, we came at a bad time?" Dean tried to joke, but his face was tight and pinched. Ash, typical her, took his statement seriously.
"The worst." She said, and then trained her eyes on the door.
"We need an open sp-" John began, but I cut him off.
"No. You are in our territory now, you do what we say, okay, John?" I said. I didn't know how they were alive, but right now I was just mad. Very, very mad. John froze.
"Did you just-"
"You're not my father. You're just some man who thinks it's good to dump his kid in the middle of the woods, leaving his to die. So just….don't. You are now John, not Dad, and Dean is Dean. He's not Jerk, he's not big brother, he's just Dean, so you don't have to feel left out." I sneered. I looked at Ash.
"I'll take my position. Dean, you're with me, John, you're with Ash. Don't screw up." I snapped, and then I left a very stunned John and Dean standing there, looked befuddled, and very upset.
….
Ash wasn't very happy with John and Dean. She knew all about them. She knew why they left him in the forest, and it disgusted her to the core. Ash stared at John, until she knew her eyes had burned a hole in his cheek. He turned to her, Dean already gone.
"So, what now?" He asked. Ash pointed to the roof.
"We go, we wait, and then we shoot the hell out of them until they are barely even bodies, and then we burn them." Ash said. Then she was running up the stairs. She didn't want to be around John. He made her sad. Too sad.
….
Dean followed Sam out the front door, and watched as he flipped up a loose floorboard. He silently took out a rifle. Dean felt his face pale. Sam did it so calm, so fast, it was like he did it every day.
"Sammy-" Dean began, but Sam cut him off.
"Just shut up and draw your gun. Aim for their necks. We have to try and sever most of the heads, and then Ash'll finish them off." Sam said. Dean frowned, but said nothing. They sat in silence for a while, Sam stayed completely still, crouched with his rifle aimed at the darkness. It was completely silent. All Dean could hear was his erratic heartbeat, thumping wildly against his chest.
"Why did you do it?" Sam asked after a while. Dean sighed, his throat got all clogged up, and then he spoke.
"Dad wanted us to try out this new….thing. We would leave you, but be right there if you were going to get hurt, so you would be safe, but something went wrong. We hid in the bushes, we watched you. We watched how you acted, how you fought, and then all of a sudden there was another wolf. The wolf was growling and snarling and biting at us. We were able to kill it, but by that time you were gone, and Jim had taken you away. And Dad was real torn up. So he had to heal. Then once we were able to leave the hospital, we weren't able to find you. You were all over the place, Sam." Dean explained. Sam sighed.
"That wasn't what I meant. Why did you do it?" Sam asked. He still didn't look at Dean. Dean was about to answer when all of a sudden there was a blood curdling shriek from above. Sam huffed and readied himself.
"They're coming." Was all he said. Then he pulled the trigger, and the battle began.