A/N: Haha! I actually said 'oh my God!' when I found this one shot that I'm posting tonight. Only because I completely forgot about it. I wrote it quite a while ago. Haha-- not that it's that great of a story, but I'm just kindda happy that I don't have to stay up super late and write a new one shot. Anyways, tomorrow-- YAY-- is Christmas, so I'll be posting the Christmas special one shot then, which I really hope you all will like! Until then, read this 'surprised the crap outta me' story, and enjoy!
Title: Ok
Genre: Angsty and suspensful
Summary: Wee!Chester-- Sam and Dean get lost in the woods, and then get into an argument...
"It's your fault," Sam grumbled trudging behind his older brother.
"Sure Mr. Boy Scout," Dean shot out turning around, "Dad said to stay by the damn car. You're fricken twelve years old-- what was so hard about that?"
"The fact that the damn thing was coming after me!" Sam defended, "You and Dad left me alone with no weapon, or did you forget that small detail?"
Dean paused, and looked up at the black sky, "Well… when you ran, why the hell did you go into the woods?"
Sam too stopped, and sat down on a broken log, "Dude, we were parked in the woods. Name another place where I could have gone?"
Dean didn't respond. His mind was racing with thoughts of what the hell to do. When the three Winchester's had gone into the woods in the late afternoon to look around for a reported werewolf, it seemed like something simple. The reports were sketchy, and John had mainly taken them there to try and teach Sammy more of the ropes in hunting. The ropes, the younger brother quickly learned, which entailed 'guarding' the car while Dean and John scooped out the area.
It was when a giant creature pounced at Sam that everything changed. The young hunter ran into the woods calling for his Dad and brother. Dean had heard him cry, and the seventeen year old took off towards the voice. By the time he'd found Sam, it was quickly evident that both brothers were now lost in the woods.
That was nearly five hours ago.
"And besides which," Dean spoke up after a brief moment of silence, "How do you see this as being my fault? I was coming to save your ass."
"My ass?" Sam laughed, "Well next time you're doing that, try and keep track of where your ass is, so we can get back."
It was several seconds before Dean burst out laughing.
"What?" Sam stared, aggravated, at him.
"Sammy…" Dean breathed between sputters of laughter, "We're so screwed."
"Nice," Sam muttered, "See, this is why I don't want to hunt Dean. This is why I just want to… play soccer, or go on a swim team or something."
"Why?" Dean continued to walk, Sam in tow.
"You're kidding, right?" Sam let out a quick laugh, "I got chased into the woods by a werewolf, and am now lost at well past midnight. Most kids my age think of Wolverine when they hear werewolf, not 'oh my God, I'm going to die'. Dean, I just want to be normal."
"This is normal for us."
"Well I want to be normal for everyone else," Sam stated, and stopped, "This sucks dude. One day one of us isn't going to come home from one of these stupid hunts."
"Shut up Sam," anger was vibrating through Dean's voice threateningly.
"Why?" Sam threw his arms out, "What are you going to do Dean?"
"I'm going to kick your ass if you keep talking about things you don't know about," Dean's voice remained cold.
"Things I don't know about?" Sam stopped a moment before continuing, "You mean like demons? Like fear and hurt? Like my Mom dying when I was a baby? Just because you can remember it, and I can't, doesn't make it hurt less Dean."
"Why don't you just shut up!" Dean yelled violently, shoving Sam backwards.
Sam stumbled, but didn't fall, "I'm almost thirteen Dean, I'm not a kid anymore! You can't push me around."
"I can do whatever the hell I want!" Dean shot out, his voice echoing in the darkness, "You have no appreciation or respect for me or for Dad and what we do!"
"You do?" Sam laughed sarcastically, "Dean, all I ever see you do is follow in Dad's shadow, and cower when there's danger."
"Is that what you think?" Dean's voice had dropped dramatically low.
"Yeah," Sam tried to stand to his full height; and though he was nearly five years younger than Dean, he made it nearly to eye level.
"Fine," Dean nodded, "Then go. You can find your own damn way back to the car. And don't come crying to me when you get attacked."
"Fine!" Sam shot out, and turned around to walk in the opposite direction.
He'd made it barely five feet before a low, ominous growl pierced the air, followed quickly by Dean's voice.
"Sammy, don't move."
"What is it?" Sam whispered, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
"It's the werewolf," Dean whispered.
He could see the glow of the eyes just feet away from Sam, and carefully Dean reached into the back rim of his pants for his gun. The older brother had completely forgotten he had the weapon until that point, and hoped his reflexes were quicker than that of the thing lining up for his little brother.
"Sammy," Dean's voice was quiet and soft, "When I say so, I want you to duck."
"What!" Sam hissed out, "What the hell is ducking going to do?"
"You have to trust me," Dean spoke carefully, the growling getting louder.
"Ok," Sam swallowed hard, his eyes on the werewolf just feet away from him.
"On the count of three," Dean felt his own heart pound inside his chest, "One… two… three!"
Sam quickly fell to the ground just as the massive beast shot out from the brush at him. Dean let out a single shot which was followed by a loud, shrill yelp. Everything was silent then as Dean saw in the moonlight the werewolf sprawled lifelessly on the ground a mere foot away from Sam, who lay covering his head.
"Sammy," Dean quickly rushed over and bent down to his knees, "Sammy, are you ok?"
Sam was breathing deep as he moved his hand down and looked at Dean, "Dean… did you get it?"
Dean grinned, "Yeah."
Sam paused and looked down at himself, "Did it get me?"
Dean, too, studied his little brother, "I don't think so. Does anything hurt?"
Sam shook his head, "No… I think I'm ok."
"Good," Dean willed his heart back to normal, "Lemme help you up."
Sam gratefully accepted the help, and for a few moments the brothers stood in the middle of the woods-- Dean's hand still holding onto Sam's arm, and Sam staring down at the body of the werewolf.
"You sure you're alright Sammy?" Dean asked after a moment.
"I'm fine," Sam's voice was soft, "…Dean?"
"Yeah?"
Sam swallowed, "I'm sorry about what I said… about you not doing anything."
"It's ok," Dean grinned, "You were just being a pain in the ass. You're supposed to do that-- you're my little brother."
"You saved me," Sam feebly tried to explain.
"So?" Dean shrugged, finally letting go and walking to in front of Sam, "What did you expect me to do?"
Sam remained silent.
"Dude, I have to protect you," Dean grinned, "Dad would kill me if I let you turn into a werewolf."
Sam let out a laugh, "Either way Dean… thank you. And I really am sorry."
Dean nodded, "Me too."
"Dean! Sammy!!"
A voice echoed into their small clearing. Immediately the brothers recognized it as their father's voice.
"Dad!" Dean called out.
"Dad, over here!" Sam echoed.
A few moments later, a beam from a flashlight entered through some trees, and John's anxious face appeared.
"Dean," John's voice was hoarse.
"We're over here Dad," Dean grinned, "We're ok."
John walked over to his son's and placed a hand on Dean's shoulder while looking down at the werewolf. It seemed to take several moments before the oldest hunter was able to get any words out.
"Thank God. What happened?"
"We got lost," Dean tried to keep the story short, "And then got attacked. But I got it-- silver bullet."
"Are you hurt?" John looked directly at Dean, trying to see his son's face clearly.
"No," Dean shook his head.
"Sammy," John quickly moved to his youngest, "Son… are you ok?"
Sam looked over at Dean, and grinned widely, "Yeah Dad… I'm ok."