|Unlimited Reasons To Why I Hate Truck Drivers
Author: ShinyGreenPanda PM
Takes place right where Devil's Trap left off. It's my very first fanfiction and isn't great. I'd still like to know what you think.Rated: Fiction M - English - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,334 - Reviews: 7 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 08-30-06 - Published: 06-03-06 - id: 2972333
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I hate truck drivers. They are rude, very rude. I have met a few truckers in my day. We traveled a lot it was bound to happen. And they stink. Yeah, they really don't smell that great. No, that is an understatement. They smell horrible. I have so many more things to add to my 'Unlimited reasons to why I hate truck drivers.' But right now the most blindingly obvious one is that, one of those big ugly truck has slammed into the car. Dean's car. The truck driver is a dead man.
Samuel Winchester couldn't open his eyes. He knew he needed to, but he didn't want to. He mentally wasn't able to. Well, that is what he told himself anyway.
Dean. Christ, Dean. I let that thing just do God knows what to him. It dared me to save him. To save the brother that is always saving me. And what did I do? Nothing, nothing at all. I just let it rip into Dean. I let him make Dean bleed. That was a lot of blood. So much of it. So, much of Dean's blood, Winchester's blood. But demon blood? Nope, not a drop of his.
Sam sighed loudly and opened his eyes. Opened his eyes to see what was left. Despite the fact that his father was closer, Sam checks on his brother first. Not really knowing if he can move he just angles his head toward where he had last seen Dean.
Rise and fall. Rise and fall. Why isn't his chest rising and falling?
Sam feels a heavy weight on his right shoulder and turns his attention to where the pressure is coming from. Seeing a large hand he knows who's it is.
"Sammy, we need to get out of here. Before the car catches fire. "
Catches fire? No, no. Dean would hate that. He precious baby going open in flames. I won't be able to shut him up.
"Sam! Come on son. We need to get your brother and get out of the car. Hurry! We don't want the car to blow up and create Winchester confetti, do we? "
Winchester confetti. That would make Dean laugh. I have to remember that one. Dean will love it.
John considering the fact that his younger son seemed to be in a state of shock didn't want to push him. But they really did need to get themselves and Dean out of the car.
"Listen, Sam. We need to get out of the car, okay? "
"Okay, okay Dad. "
Pulling him bruised and aching body up. Sam reached for the door, that eased open with it's normal creaking. It wasn't the door that was hit by the dead man truck driver. Sam slid out of the car and balanced himself on the side of the car. John following his youngest sons lead did the same.
Pushing the drivers seat up John leaned in and pulled his eldest son with a strength that amazed Sam.
And that ladies and gentlemen is John Winchester. Not stopping until the job is done. No matter how much pain is involved.
"Help me walk him away from the car. "
The younger man pulled his brothers arm around his right shoulder and John is doing the same with his left. The hunters walked as far as they could before they heard the explosion. John sets down his eldest and tells Sam to sit with him.
Looking towards the Impala John sees that his prediction was right. His son's pride and joy was burning in an angry mass of flames. The oldest hunter hears a heart wrenching sob, that would make even a the coldest marine's eyes blur. He knew without even looking who it came from. His youngest son. John Winchester had seen a lot of horrible things in his life. But this oddly topped them all.
His youngest son was cradling his eldest son's head in his hands. Both young boys bloody and broken. It was a sight that would be burned into his mind right next to his beautiful wife's body burning into eternal flames.
He is gone. But you already knew that Sammy boy. You knew, no you felt the second he left his body to be with your mother. No, that isn't right. Dean wasn't the one who left people with broken hearts and minds. You were. You left Dean and Dad for some chance at normalcy. Ha, normal. I am not normal. Well, unless you consider normal being, getting chased by an evil demon from the depths of hell. And then the said big bad demon crashing into you with a big ol' semi, and killing your brother. Killing. He killed Dean. How is that possible? How is your protector gone? Just poof gone. POOF! Jesus, this isn't fair. Why him?
Sam set the young warriors head down. Standing up Sam stalked over to John. His father didn't know what his son's reaction would be. He had some idea. He thought that Sam would hit him, yell at him, scream at him telling John that it was his fault that Dean was gone. But what happen John in no way expected.
Darkly Sam says, " We are going to kill this thing. For Mom, for Jess. "Hesitating slightly Sam's eyes darken a shade. " For Dean. "