Title: Nothing

Author: electricgurl

Genre: Drama/Angst

Rating: PG-13 just to play it safe

Disclaimer: I don't own Jensen, or Jared but if I did I would be having a lot more fun than just writing about them.

Paring: N/A

Summary: Deans thoughts and feelings during Faith. VERY SHORT!


I never thought I would see the day that I was helpless of course I was supposed to be the strongest of them all. The best of the best, but that never really helps you when the rules going flying out the window.

Alone and forgotten, something I never wanted to be, but destiny is a twisted fate and she never plays the game by the rules. It's her way or no way.

I thought I knew it all. Just a few things here, a few more things there and the world would keep moving. It's never that way, I don't know why I thought it was.

My body and mind were never things that I thought would be apart but here I am looking down at myself thinking about the simple fact that I don't have any control over a simple matter like this.

I try to roll but my body refuses to move. My free will stripped, all I'm left with is a shell. A shell of the real me. A glimpse of what I use to be.

So here I am, a nothingness shell of who I use to be. If thinking back now I don't know if I would have done it. One foot there, the other one there. Close your eyes and jump.

Like I said destiny likes to play by her own rules. But I was never a big fan of rules. Even the rules of gravity.


Dean awoke his fists doubled in his sheets at his sides he gasped looking around the room. He slowly took in that his brother was fast asleep beside him. He took a number of calming breaths as he stood up winching at the pain that flooded his body from that small movement. Knowing that if Sam was to catch him out of bed without alerting him there would be hell to pay he made his way over to the small bathroom that was light by a single offensive light. Its brighter than normal light shone against Deans pale and sickly completion.

Moaning in pain as he splashed water onto his face then stood up as strait as humanly possible without cringing. He looked at his deathly reflection.

"Well, there buddy boy. You have really seen better days." He closed his eyes and thought back a few days before he had learnt about the Rawhead's that had been attacking children in the little town that he had never even heard of, and that was a hard task in it's self. Dean had been on almost every back road, hillbilly town between here and there. What had made this one so different.

He looked back out towards his brother and the answer to his silent question floated in front of him, he was not the one being protected anymore. He was the protector; he stood between the things that go bump in the night and his baby brother.

And that is what he would be doing until his dying day even if that was only a few days away.

The End.