The Candy Bar Boy

A month later

Sam Winchester let out a sigh.

That was going to take a long time; the queue at the bakery was long enough as to reach the door. His older brother waved joyfully a hand at him from the car, raising his thumb next. Sam fakely smiled back at him and turned his head so his brother couldn't see his exasperated gesture.

Dean has had the "wonderful" idea to ride hundreds of miles to taste the best cranberry pie of the state, but his 'little affair' with justice -they wouldn't never believe why he was innocent, because of course shapeshifters didn't exist to normal people- didn't allow him to leave the car. They had no better things to do, honestly. They haven't had a damn clue in days on the whereabouts of the evil being they were hunting and newspapers only reported news about murder, accidents or robbery; the boring, usual deaths. Nothing in which they could help.

It was on the newspapers where Dean found about that hella-good cranberry pie, "It's just three hundred miles away, Sam! We will be there at time for afternoon coffe" he said eagerly "They only make it once a year, to celebrate the day the bakery was founded- That sounds so good! Sammy, please!"

Sam knew those hedonistic moments hide something darker, something probably Dean didn't want to talk about- and he was in no mood to have an argument, either. After all, they had lost his father in strange circumstances, maybe killed by the very same evil being who burned their mother 23 years ago- and they were lucky to come out alive from their last encounter.

Some people said justice, others, revenge. But the only thing they had left was to chase and kill the demonic being who had killed their family. That was the only thought who made them get up from the cheap motels beds every morning, to take the long road across the country in a black and shiny Chevy Impala from 67. And that about saving people and hunting things, of course. The family business.

There were high chances Sam Winchester was the most patient person in the world -you sure did if you had his hell of a life or to cope with Dean sometimes-, but even him was starting to feel fed up. Two girls looked at him out the corner of their eyes, giggling like the schoolgirls they were. In front of Sam, a boy was begging for a candy bar. Even two, so he could save one for later, he told his mother. She was talking to an acquiatance of hers, ignoring how his son jerked her blouse. "Yeah, every year I come to enjoy a slice of this pie- Yeah Aidan, honey, wait, Im talking to mrs Thompson- Oh, she did? Who could tell, she looked like such a well respected woman"

Everything were smiles at the counter while customers were ready to bring home their delicious pie in a package. In the car, Dean was starting to get impatient. He was doing gestures to his brother like if he were asking him to cut queue "I'm not doing that!" Sam gesture, and Dean mocked at him.

The boy of the candy bar looked like he had forgotten about it. He was looking at something outside, in the street. His mother didn't see him go out. Neither Sam. He was arguing with his brother again in gestures.

Some minutes later, the candy bar boy's mother was picking up his slice of pie. Sam felt relieved when he realized it was his turn -this is so ridiculous, he thought. He didn't bother wait in a queue, the problem was his brother. He got on his nerves sometimes- and it was especially annoying in front of the schoolgirls.

Then he heard the screams.

Everybody turned to the large window; the candy bar boy's mother realized his son wasn't there.

"Where s Aidan? Aidan?"

"Call an ambulance!"

Sam recognized that voice; it was Dean's. He run out the bakery -no pie this time, Dean- and came across a group of kids who screamed as they ran, scared. Sam saw people forming a circle in the middle of the small square, though the voices made impossible to discern what was happening. His brother's deep voice came over the other ones; he was in the middle of the circle.

"Get back, let him breathe! Come on, go away!"

Sam made his way onto where he was Dean trying to reanimate a small kid. The one who was in the bakery asking for a candy bar.

Dean looked distressed and worried. "Damn, no-no-" he heard him mutter while he got rid of his leather jacket. Sam thought the worse, and he nailed it. The horrified mother arrived some seconds later; he had to hold her so she could not go over Dean and his son while his brother tried the kid's heart would beat again.

Dean did compressions, panting, blowing into the kid's mouth, his forehead already covered in sweat. Sam could heard him cursing, words hard to discern between gasps and pants, and the desperate cries of the mother.

Ignoring the cramps he was starting to feel in his arms, Dean raised his head for a second, gasping for breath. In less than a heartbeat, he saw a girl among the forest of legs. She was 7 or 8 years old, and was wearing a violet dress. Hair, golden and dull, covered her shoulders.

Suddenly, the boy's body jerked in a coughing fit. Dean felt dizzyness striking him, half relief and half exhaustion. He had brought him back. He did it. It was too soon for you, Aidan, you still have to beg your mother for a weekly wage ; he thought. He lift him carefully to sit? And covered in his jacket; his tired gasps mixed with the kid's, who was trying to breath normally again.

Sam heard sirens and he felt anxious. They couldn't risk it, they had to leave that place before police saw them. He let the mother go, who went to her son, sobbing. Dean let her hug him and leaned forward, still trying to catch his breath.

"Aidan, God, you're okay-"

Dean took some seconds before he stood up, hands in his knees. He was going to have terrible cramps in his arms the next day.

The woman looked at him, all gratitude, some wet hair in her face. The kid still seemed to be confused, but he was breathing normally.

"Thank you. You saved my son."

Dean smiled to her. Sirens were drawing nearer. He only needed to meet Sam's eyes to know they had to leave, and quickly. He left the circle followed by his brother, ignoring a sudden dizzyness and swooying among people to reach the car. The mother was too focused in his son to realize Dean's jacket was still wrapping him.

"He will be okay, I suposse" Dean told his brother when they were in the car "We better go, I think we've already have draw enough attention -at least me!"

He got into the car on the passenger seat side and let himself fall there with a sigh. Sam looked at him from outisde, speechless; he had literally closed the door in his noise. Dean threw the car keys at him before he could say a thing about that sudden change of mind.

"Drive."

"You serious?"

"Yeah, I'm serious. I'm feeling weird and I prefer you drive before we crash and die, itn's that weird is it? Though you'll die anyway if you harm my Baby."

"Okay okay", Sam laughed, "But you know- driver picks the music, so-"

Dean was too exhausted to compline. He had reclined, eyes closed. Before getting keys into engine, Sam looked at him.

"Dean you- you saved that boy."

"Yeah. And I feel like I killed a vampire high in anabolics- and no pie."

Sam smiled.

"Some minutes later they have left sirens behind enough to feel safe. Dean saw her in the moment his brother hit the break at a traffic lights."

She was in a bench, near the car.

The girl in the violet dress.

She was not alone, there was an old man reading the newspaper beside her. Dean thought it could be her grandfather. She may had sneaked out when she heard the screams. The old man was too focused in his newspaper that Dean wondered if he had realized her daughter had left for some minutes.

The girl's eyes met his. She smiled. She had one tooth missing.

Dean's heart gave a jolt, so sudden his breath hitched. It was like if something had gave him a kick from inside his ribcage. He put a hand in his chest, startled. Traffic lights switched and the Impala's engine roaring hide his sudden coughing fit.

"Hey, Dean. It's weird, a little boy having a heart attack all of a sudden" Sam said, his eyes in the road "He must be ill- in that case I suposse his mother would have always keep an eye on him, but he left the bakery and she barely noticed it... Dean?"

Sam looked at his brother. He first thought he was tired, but he soon knew something was wrong. Very wrong. Dean was clutching at his chest, near the heart, and he looked like he couldn't breath.

"Dean! Dean, what's wrong?"

"Sam-" he panted "Help me, I- I can't-"

Sam hit the brake, making the car jerk. Dean could hear him shouting, calling his name, before darkness fell over him.

A skipped beat