Catch Me When I Fall
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or the characters of Sam and Dean Winchester. I do own all the other characters in this story.
This is a sequel story to "Slightly Stupid". It would help if you read it first, but it isn't necessary. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and asked for the sequel.
The bags were slung into the back of the truck with a thump as Tom Baldwin loaded up the last of his hunting gear and threw his duffle to the truck bed. He was excited, the first time in a long while. His heart was thudding in anticipation of this trip. He was ready for a change, some excitement, something to pump up his blood, get him moving. The suggestion by Sam and Dean, and the subsequent discussion with Bobby Singer, had only served to make him want this more. He would be a hunter, and he would help those who needed it. He turned back to the sleek black Impala and the two men standing next to it. It had been six weeks since he met the young Winchesters, six of the best weeks of is life. He had helped them on their quest to rid the world of evil, he and given them a place to rest, recover, and along the while, he had grown to care about them in a way he thought he could not feel anymore. Sam and Dean had helped to take up a big empty place that he had felt for the last two years, a void that he knew would engulf him if something did not change. He shuffled his large size 13 boots back toward the Impala and the 'boys'.
"You boys be careful, you hear me." Tom's strong voice rolled off his lips. "Dean, you take care of your brother. Sam, you watch out for Dean; he can sure get himself in some trouble shooting pool."
"Oh come on man, I got that under control." Dean huffed.
"Sure you do." Sam rolled his eyes, extending his hand toward Tom, who grabbed it sternly, then pulled the youngest Winchester into a hug, fingers coming up to the back of his long locks and mussing them. Sam laughed as he wrapped his own arms tightly around the big man. "Miss you already." Sam muffled into Tom's shoulder.
"I'll miss you boy." Tom said as he pulled himself away, blinking his eyes quickly.
Dean stood rocking unconsciously on the balls of his feet, nervously bouncing the car keys in his fingers. He knew what was coming. Jesus, enough with the chick flick moments, please.
Tom quickly grabbed Dean stiffly into a hug. This is not something Dean likes at all.
He snickered at Dean as their eyes met briefly, then to his amazement, the oldest Winchester did something out of his normal realm of personality; he hugged Tom back tightly, holding him like there was no tomorrow. Tom shuffled around; his hand rubbing against Dean's jacketed back. Then, as quickly as the motion happened, it ended. Dean pulled away quickly; hand dropping back to fiddle with the car keys, eyes not looking up again.
"You call us; let us know how it's going with Bobby." Sam smiled one last time as he opened the passenger door, sliding into his usual position. Dean opened the passenger door and grabbed his seat behind the steering wheel.
"Will do, you guys be careful. Call me." Tom laid his hand on the top of the Impala as Dean turned over the ignition. "Nice Car", his hand thumped loudly on the hood just above Dean's head. Dean veered his eyes over and up to Tom, shiny hazel orbs scrunched up in smile lines. "Nice car indeed, if you ever decide you need to pawn it off, I know an old guy who would love it." Tom chuckled and tapped the hood again.
"Yea, I got it…" Dean blinked his eyes several times, grinning at Tom. He pulled his eyes away, riving up the engine, "See you around".
Cold Nebraska Night
The cold Nebraska wind cut through Sam Winchester's jacket with a vengeance. He pulled the collar up tighter around his neck with his hands, precariously balancing his shotgun on his thigh. His breathe came out in little puffs, dancing lightly around his face as his eyes met his brothers. Dean eased his finger to his lips, making a light shushing noise that Sam recognized as a warning. He quickly stopped fumbling with his jacket and hastily grabbed up the gun with his icy fingers. He peered across the moonlight glazed cemetery at the nameless headstones. His eyes fell on the misty gray figure that floated in the darkness.
"That must be where she's buried." Dean nodded his head toward the figure as he whispered in white whiffs of air to his brother. They had been scouring the old cemetery in Broken Bow, Nebraska the last two November evenings; having no luck locating the unmarked burial site of seven year old Laura Williams. The vengeful child spirit had killed three innocents in the last two months.
Sam's teeth chattered as he blinked, the cold night air causing his eyes to water excessively. "Ye…ea...ea." He tried to still his shivering body as the gun in his fingers shook uncontrollably.
They watched as the face of the young girl leered across the snow covered ground and rested hollow red eyes on them both. Dean quickly pulled the trigger on his gun, the salt blast causing the figure to waver, and then screech into the night air.
"Hurry up, Sammy. We got to dig up her bones and burn 'err before she comes back."
Sam stood on his freezing legs and made hast grabbing up the shovel from the hard ground; he ran numbly behind his older brother. It is freaking freezing out here.
In eight large steps he joined Dean next to the grave marker. Dean leaned his gun against the headstone and dropped the duffle bag with a hard thud to the ground.
"I'll dig, Sam. You keep watch." He snatched the shovel from Sam's stiff fingers, noticing his little brother seemed rigid, eyelashes ice-covered, gun clutched against his chest. Damn, Sammy is freezing, got to get him a warmer coat.
Dean put all his weight behind the shovel as he threw dirt haphazardly over his shoulder into the shadows. Sam held his gun at the ready, eyes piercing through the chilly air, watching, listening for any movement or sound. It was still and quiet. The only thing he could see was his own wobbly finger's holding tightly to the gun; the only thing he could hear was his chest pulling in the icy cold air.
"H...hhhhurry up, D...De...Dean." Sam quivered out to his brother.
"Screw you Sam, I'm digging as fast as I can. Keep watching and shut up." Dean's voice was not quivering at all; in fact Sam could see the sweat beading up on his brother's forehead. Maybe, he should be digging, he'd be warmer.
Dean slammed the shovel into the decay wood, banging against the top of the old casket. If the little bitch was showing, it would be anytime now. Just as the thought ran through his mind, he saw the misty gray matter forming just above his head.
"Drop, Dean." Sam yelled, finger pulling the trigger, gun firing off with a loud bang into the night air.
Dean felt the apparition dancing above him only a moment before he heard his brother yelling for him to drop. No questions asked, he fell with a thud to the top of the casket. He heard the bullet ring out through the crisp, quiet air as the ghost screeched, fizzling into the atmosphere. Dean's eyes stared blankly at the pile of bones in the casket, just in front of his face. Gees, I am so burning your little ass.
"Got…got it." Sammy's voice shook as he urged his brother to finish the task at hand.
Dean shuffled out of the grave, grabbing the gasoline from the duffle bag; he squirted down the bones and the casket. He saw the spark from the match as it sizzled in his fingers and he threw it into the grave. The spirit hissed and sputtered into the night air, dissipating into nothing. Dean watched the flames grow talker as it licked the snow covered ground with ease. He cocked his head, a grin rolling to his lips as he watched Sammy shuffle closer to the flames, his lanky body attempting to gather warmth from the fire.
"You're acting like this is a campfire Sammy." Dean chuckled out as Sam gave him a glaring 'screw you' look. They stood a while, watching as the flames died down and the moon fell behind the clouds.
"Com' on Sam." Dean grabbed up their gear and made hast back to the Impala; his brother's long legs lumbering past him. "In a hurry there dude?" Dean grinned at how fast his little brother could move, if the urge struck him.
"I'm freezing my ass off." Sam quipped.
Dean laughed as he keyed the trunk and stowed the gear inside. Slamming the trunk closed, he slid in the driver's side, eyes glancing over at his brother. He rived up the engine, fingers flicking on the heat at the same time. He noticed Sam's intense shivering next to him, arms across his middle, body all curled in on him. Dean reached into the back seat and grabbed the blanket, fingers dropping it over his brother in one swift motion. Sam smiled over at Dean, numb fingers grasping at the blanket and pulling it up over his chest as the Impala drove onto the empty highway.