This is the same story, just broken down into easier to read chapters instead of one huge long story! My goal is to get this story completed ASAP! Enjoy!
Death of Optimus Prime
It was mid-August in 1988 and Sam and Dean Winchester were sitting alone in a motel room watching TV. At least, Sam was watching the TV. He was engrossed in the Saturday morning cartoon, "The Real Ghostbusters." It was one of his favorite cartoons and no matter where their travels took them he always made sure he was in front of a TV as soon as the opening theme song was playing.
Dean was flipping through a comic book and glanced up at Sam. He rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance.
'I don't know why you watch that. It's so stupid. It's totally not real."
Sam looked up and glared at him.
"Shut up, Dean. It is too real!"
"No it's not! They don't even use guns. And if they're going to catch all those ghosts then why don't they just kill them? Why store them so they can get out again?"
"Shut up, Dean! You don't know anything!" Sam glowered at the TV.
Dean threw down his comic. This was so stupid in his mind. Here he was stuck with his stupid baby brother and watching stupid cartoons that he knew were a bunch of garbage. Their father had left them there the day before yesterday and Dean had been feeling particularly frustrated about being left behind. Again. He was tired of always having to stay behind. Tired of having to be the one to always watch Sam. He was tired of never being able to go anywhere or do anything fun. And he was very tired of watching stupid cartoons that showed stupid guys dressed up funny and hunting ghosts in a way Dean knew for a fact wasn't true!
Dean stomped over and turned the TV off. Sam let out a howl of protest.
"Dean!!! Turn it back on now! I was watching that!"
"No! It's stupid! Find something else to do! I'm sick of having to listen to it every week!"
Sam jumped off the bed and began swinging at Dean in fury.
"You're a big meanie!!! Turn it back on! I'll tell Dad when he gets home!"
Dean shoved him back. "You will not! I'll make you sorry if you do!"
"I'm telling! I'm telling! I'm telling!" Sam yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Shut up or I'll make you sorry!"
"No you won't! I'm telling Dad! You'll be in big trouble!"
Dean was furious. He saw Sam's Optimus Prime Transformer lying on the bed. He ran over and grabbed it and held it over his head.
"Shut up or I'll smash him!"
Sam screamed and began hitting Dean with all his strength.
"Nooooo!!! Put him down, Dean! Put him down! I'm telling Dad!"
Dean shoved Sam and knocked him to the floor. He then threw the toy to the floor and began stomping on it until it broke.
There was a moment of stunned silence between both boys as they looked at the broken toy on the floor. Suddenly Sam's eyes welled up with tears and he began to cry.
"YOU BROKE OPTIMUS PRIME!!!" he howled.
Dean felt his stomach sink, realizing he had gone a little too far and their father was going to be furious when he found out. But he was also still too angry to apologize.
"It's all your fault! You were the one carrying on like a baby!"
"And you're a big baby! It's not fair that I have to be stuck here with you anyways! I'd get to go with Dad if it wasn't for you! You're such a pain! I wish you weren't even around! I hate you!"
Dean ran across the room and threw open the motel's door and dashed through it, quickly slamming it behind him.
Sam sat there sobbing. He hated Dean and thought he had to have the meanest big brother ever! He looked back at the broken Transformer and cried harder. He had no idea when their father would be home and he didn't want to have to be alone with Dean until he did come back. Especially since Dean hated him so much and didn't want him around. He decided then that the only option was to runaway. He wasn't sure where he was going to go, but anywhere had to be better than here!
He got up and grabbed his backpack and threw in a pair of pants, his favorite shirt, socks, and underwear. He also threw in his favorite pair of pajamas. He then set his stuff monkey, Beanie, on top of the pile and zipped it closed, leaving Beanie's head sticking out. (After all, you can't just stick Beanie all the way in! He'd suffocate and wouldn't be able to see!)
Satisfied, he put on his sneakers and backpack. He went to the door and peaked out. There was no sign of Dean. Taking a deep breath he walked out and shut the door behind him. He began walking down the sidewalk, holding his head high, trying to look confident.