Sam opened the door to the motel room, revealing Booth and Brennan. He nodded to them once, moving aside to let them come in. "The kids back with their parents?" he asked.
"Yes," Brennan replied, sitting on the bed. "Booth is…better with people than I am, so he's the one that explained to the children why they couldn't reveal the existence of vampires to the authorities."
Booth remained standing as Sam closed the door, shifting his gaze to her. "How you holding up?" he asked quietly.
Dr. Brennan licked her lips anxiously and swallowed before nodding. "I believe I can move past this. I do not think that I could do it again though," she whispered.
"No shame in that," Sam murmured. "This life isn't for everyone."
"Where's Dean?" Booth asked.
Sam shrugged. "Bar down the road. Had me drop him off."
Booth nodded once. "I think I'm gonna go join him," he muttered. "I'll be back in a while, Bones." He gave a small wave before turning and leaving, shutting the door behind himself.
"He okay?" Sam asked, staring after Booth for a moment before turning to her.
Brennan hesitated. "Booth…used to be a sniper for the military," she said softly. "He killed a lot of people. Saw a lot of…horrible things. But he always completed the missions, pulled through alive." She paused. "I think that that's the only reason he was able to do his job today, talk to his superiors and blatantly lie about everything that happened."
"And how are you doing?"
Brennan was silent for a long moment. "I am having a difficult time…forgetting what that child looked like," she whispered, tears forming on her eyelids. Sam sat next to her on the bed, putting an arm around her, and she leaned against him, tears slipping down her face. "How do you do it? How do you…live this life?"
Sam swallowed hard. "One day at a time."
Dean poured two fingers of the Jack Daniels into the glass and downed it.
"Rough day?" asked the young man who'd brought him the alcohol.
Dean's eyes slid over to him, and he guessed that the glare he gave was more intense than he'd been going for because the boy's face went slack and he simply turned, walking back to the bar. Dean poured some more of the bottle into the glass, took a long sip, and proceeded to stare at it, turning it slowly in his hands.
An unknown amount of time later, someone slid onto the stool across from him, folding his arms on the table. Dean remained silent. After a few moments, the busboy came over, inquiring if he wanted to order anything.
"Guinness Toucan Brew," Booth muttered. The young man nodded once and walked away. Once Booth had gotten his drink and spent a few minutes downing half the bottle, he finally spoke. "I used to think…I mean, two days ago I woulda told you the shit I did overseas was hard, that I'll still have the occasional nightmare from it, that I pushed myself farther than I thought I ever would, but now…." He paused. "How do you do it?" he asked quietly. "How do you go through a hunt like that and…keep going?"
Dean finished off the rest of his glass, which he had just refilled, and let out a long, rough breath. "I don't," he muttered, his eyes staring at his glass, but at the same time far away. "I come here."
Booth grunted slightly and he took another long drink from his bottle. "So…why do you do it?"
Dean sighed. "On days like this, I've got no idea," he grumbled. "But ask me on a better day and I'll tell you it's all I know. I can't do normal. Two-point-five kids, white picket fence…it's not something I would ever be able to live. I could try, I guess. So maybe I'm just a glutton for punishment. Or maybe I don't try for normal cause…I figure I'm too far-gone already. I'll let some other people have it. Me, I'll stick to the shadows and do my best not to get myself killed on a normal day at the office."
I hope you guys liked Blood of the Children! :) Though this story is over, feel free to check out my others! 99% are Supernatural fics and there are several crossovers with shows such as NCIS, X-Files, and Dark Angel!