Sam's P.O.V.
I can't believe this is happening! I'm going to lose my powers! A surge of rage courses through my body, leaving me restless as I think about the old man. I thought he was my new father and he sold me on a dime. I should've known. I'm never going to have a good father.
With the old man gone, Dean went "out". I didn't see him grab any weapons so I'm guessing he just wanted to cool off. Bobby even left me alone. What am I supposed to do now! Await my demise?
The ache of rug burn coats my arms, but it makes me feel better because at least now, I'm doing something productive. I just need to somehow loosen the straps so I can slip out, but so far I'm failing. Maybe if I rock back and forth I could move the table enough for me to grab something sharp. I can see a glimpse of a gun, but that's it. I just don't want to tip the thing over. Let's just say that wouldn't be pretty.
I pivot my body side to side enough that the table scoots an inch. It makes a horrible screeching sound and I look around to see if anyone has heard me. At this rate, I'll never get to the gun. Come on! The table slowly makes it way to a small side table with a handgun. I probably look like an idiot right now. By the time I'm able to reach for the gun, I'm exhausted.
Bobby and Dean must be really disturbed because they haven't even heard me or made an effort to check on me.
I extended my arm and fingers and lightly grasp the gun. Surprised by the weight of it, I almost drop the gun as I transfer it from the side table. Now with a new sense of hope I aim the gun and pull the trigger. I better leave quickly, they probably heard that.
The strap now sizzles with smoke and I snap it off. I Slide off the table and stretch my cramped muscles. Freedom never felt so good. With my gun in hand I casually strut out the front door.
Dean's P.O.V.
I pace the polluted garage with dread and confusion. I don't think I could feel any worse right now. Okay leaving Dad is one thing, but killing him is a whole new ball game. I just can't. It's Dad, the man who taught me how kill a werewolf and how to build a gun. Those sound like pretty shitty memories, but Dad made me who I am.
How am I supposed to murder my own father? I know it's for Sam, but there has to be another way.
My rambling is interrupted by a muffled gunshot. I almost believe that I just made it up in my head. Just in case, I run to Bobby's living where Sam is at.
Sam's P.O.V.
I almost have a heart attack as I see my Dad trudge out of his car. He's looking right at me! I can only stand like a statue as he comes closer. Okay maybe walking out the front door wasn't my best idea.
My nightmare hit me in the face like a train. All of the memories of my past come crashing to me and I feel a tug of nausea pull at my stomach.
"Sam…"John struts towards me while saying.
With my wobbly knees I make a run for it. Without looking behind me, I try to move my awkward legs. Just as I think I've lost him, I feel a burning sensation in my leg. I let out a blood-curdling scream and collapse onto the dirt.
He shot me! Even I wouldn't think he would shoot me, but I guess I was wrong. I try to crawl backwards with my throbbing leg, but it's hard to concentrate on anything but the pain.
John mutters a little amused, "What have I taught you about running?"
I snap back with the most hatred I could manage, "Screw you."
Despite his deceiving appearance he grabs my shirt and lifts me off the ground. I don't even try to call for help because I know that will get me back onto lockdown.
"Oh yeah I forgot. I owe you a beating," He spats out before punching me in the face. One thing you should know about my dad is that he has a strong punch.
With barely any energy left in my body, I can only try to stay conscious as he repeatedly punches me. My body goes numb and adrenaline pumps through me. The worst part is that my heighten senses allow me to anticipate the blows, but I can do nothing to stop it.
"Please…,"He kicks me,"…stop, "I whisper faintly.
In the distance, I hear, "Sam! No dad, stop!"
I can feel the grip my dad has me get looser to the point where I fall to the ground. I immediately groan in pain. Everything hurts.
Dean's P.O.V.
Just when things couldn't get worse, I see the truth and it feels like a bitch. My dad has my little brother on the ground and he's beating the living crap out of him.
My instincts kick in and I yell in hopes to stop it, "Sam! No dad, stop!"
My dad looks at me a little stunned. There's no way he's lying about this one. His eyes hold a hint of anger that I've never seen before.
I step forward to catch Sam as he collapses to the ground, but I couldn't move my limbs. As if my world is falling apart, I replace the hole in my chest with anger.
Nobody hurts my brother. Not even Dad.
"You lied to me," I end my sentence with a strong punch that sent him tumbling back.
He didn't even try to defend himself as I screamed, "Your pathetic you know that? How could you do that to him? He's just a kid," I try not to think about all of the times he's hurt Sam without me knowing.
John's face is devastated and I don't even feel an ounce of sympathy for him. I pull out my heavy gun and aim it at his head. He drops to his knees and lets out a heart wrenching sob.
"You don't understand! It's his fault! It's all his fault! Mary would be alive if it wasn't for him! Just think about it Dean, what was I supposed to do? He killed my wife, "He cries.
I can't believe I'm hearing this. He's like a whole new person. Guilt drenches me as I think about Sam's face when I didn't believe him. I swear from now on, I'll never let him down.
I raise my voice, "He was a baby when Mom died! You can't blame him for being born. God, I can't believe I trusted you," As I talked more he cried louder. I'm not going to lie; I've never seen my dad cry before, even when my mom died.
My gun gets heavier and heavier as I have an inner dispute between myself. Should I kill him? I don't think I've ever killed a human before. Well, I would call this man a monster.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I pull the trigger. In a millisecond, the bullet pierces his chest and his eyes go wide. His sobs quiet to lonely tears and I can't help but watch as he collapses with a stunned face.
Everything happened so fast. One second he was crying, the next he's lying face flat on the ground, dead. I Dean Winchester just killed my father. Despite my grief, I rush over to an unconscious Sam.
I pick him up bridal style and notice blood surrounding his leg. I focus my glare and I can see a bullet wound. My guilt is raised up five notches as I try to gently carry a broken Sam to Bobby's house.
Bobby walks out of the house alarmed as he sees a hurt Sam and a dead father. Right now, I don't need to worry about Bobby's disappointment. The only thing that matters is fixing up Sam.
Sam's P.O.V.
I unwillingly wake up, as I feel a jolt of pain shoot up my leg. My body shudders forward in fright.
I only get more nervous as I see an uncomfortable Dean with pliers in my leg. I try to swallow past my dry throat, so I could tell him to stop.
Dean notices my consciousness and murmurs trying to calm me down, "It's s'okay Sam. Just calm down."
Just as I am about to tell him off I hear the familiar whoosh sound. The old man appears in the corner of the room calm and collected. I only wish there was some way that he could take me in again. If I could actually feel love, it'd be towards him.
"Wow, I'm proud of you Dean. You actually killed your father, "The old man declares.
"Go to hell!, "Dean starts off, but then realizes he needs him to fix me, "Just fix him."
The old man grins with pleasure. He knows that he has the upper hand.
My voice finds itself again and I yell,"No," My cries become weaker as he saunters towards me, "Please...stop! You said you would protect me!"
Dean only steps back cautiously and watches as I plead for him to help me. I can't lose my powers! I can't become human! If I could move, I'd fight back. My back presses into the couch as he puts his hand on my head.
One second I'm relatively fine, the next I'm screaming for mercy. My soul is engulfed in flames and the only thing I can do is let out a ringing scream as I fade away. I do everything in my power to fight back, but the scorching heat wins. I fade into nothing and I fall into darkness.