Just a little something I'm putting together in my free time for one purpose. My/Your enjoyment. Please, no hate comments. But, feel free to comment suggestions or just...whatever you want. :)
Dean Winchester would never hunt again. It was something he easily decided after a hunting accident one day. In fact, he never wanted to do much of anything ever again. He was just too depressed to do anything other than drink or beat up a punching bag.
The Winchester brothers had been working on a case in late January. A pack of werewolves in Nashville, Tennessee. They both thought it would be simple. They were only shapeshifters, after all. It wouldn't take much to kill them dead. Just a silver bullet in each of the dogs and they were gone. Their plan was this: Find the pack, put a couple of silver bullets in each member's brain, then leave Nashville and find another case. The Winchesters were wrong. It wouldn't be so simple.
Finding the pack had been easy. One day the Winchesters had taken a break and went to a bar. Dean was having a beer, trying to get drunk when he spotted a young blonde sprint out of the building. She had been fighting with a guy that looked like he could easily become a quarterback for the NFL. So, why had she sprinted out of the bar so quickly? She had won. He didn't care. She ws clearly upset by something. He stood up and went after her to make sure she was okay.
He hadn't realized how late or cold it had gotten. It even began to snow from being so cold. There was a fullmoon in the sky, grey clouds dancing around it. He didn't care about the cold. He had felt worse temperatures. What he was worried about was the full moon.
The young woman that dead had spotted dashed behind a old red pickup truck. He took out his gun just in case then followed. He was ready to attacl, but wouldn'yt fire unless it was needed. Either, A. The girl was a werewolf, or, B. She had gotten sick. If it was the second theory, he knew a couple of tricks that could help. Even though he had only spotted a blur of blonde hair rush by, he still thought she was hot. He wouldn't mind helping. If it was the first theory, he would smite her ass. He snuck around the truck, both hands on the gun. Sure enough, he needed it. The girl tuned towards him. Extra hair had began to grow on her limbs and face, her eyes were bright red, her teeth and nails had gotten too sharp to be considered normal, and her ears were shifting along with the rest of her facial features. It was denfinetly a shapeshifter.
"Woah, hold on, goldy locks." Dean said, getting ready to shoot.
She growled then tackled Dean, a wild look in her eyes. She got ready to maul him to death, but then she fell off of him as a loud ringing filled the air. Sam was standing by the truck with a gun in his hands. He was breathing heavily. He walked over and Dean and offered a hand to help him up. Dean took Sam's hand.
"Thanks.." He said, then heard more grolwling. He turned around quickly. The whole pack was there. "Aw, Fuck." Dean cursed as loading his gun with extra silver bullets.
The werewolves advanced. The brothers put a few bullets in a few of their heads. However, more kept coming. The brothers kept fighting. Soon, Dean was fighting ten werewolves at once, trying not to get bit or scratched.
That's when he heard a pain-filled cry fill the air. Sam. Adrenaline fuled him and he began taking out werewolves left and right. However, even if he was filled his determination, he still wasn't quite Batman. It took about ten minutes to fight off all the pack. He only had one thought on his mind. Help Sam. Once he fought off all of the werewolves, he looked for Sam. He saw his body sprawled out on the ground by the rear tires of the truck. He darted over and kneeled beside his baby brother.Sam was laying on the ground, struggling to get up with all his wounds. Multiple gashes, covering his body.
"Sammy? Sammy? Hey, you'll be alright. I promise. You're my little brother. I'm not gonna let anything else happen to you. We're gonna get you healed up, alright?" Dean spoke calmy, despite him internally panicking.
Sam's eyes rolled to roll back into his head and he began to fall to the gound as losing consciousness.
"Hey, Hey. Look at me. Consentrate on my voice. Don't leave me. Stay awake. You can do that." Dean said, snapping his fingers by Sam's face. It didn't help much.
"J-Jerk..." Sam managed to mumble his final words.
"What? N-No...Sammy? Sammy? Don't leave me...Don't leave me!" Dean begged and checked for Sam's pulse. Nothing. Tears slipped down Dean's face. He attempted CPR on Sam's lifeless body. He couldn't lose his baby brother for good. He knew the reapers wouldn't allow Dean to simply make a deal with a crossroads demon in order to get Sam back.
Eventually, Dean gave up. He sat his baby brother up and laid his against him, his head on Dean's lap.
"B-Bitch..." Dean mumbled. He would never admit it, but he knew deep down that Sam was gone.
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Open Wounds
Fanfiction*WARNING: FEELS, TRIGGERS, AND GAY SHIPS* After a tragic accident, Dean Winchester wants to give up hunting for good. Then he gets a sudden call from Castiel. He needs help. Castiel can't remember much and is injured. Can Dean figure out what ha...
