In The Shadows, It Comes…
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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Chapter 8
Author note: Forgive me for the long time, RL, caught me.
This chapter is not beta-d, so if anyone wants to take it, please contact me, and i will send you this chapter and the next to beta.
In the shadows, It Comes… 8
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish I could kidnap Dean and use him as my sex slave…
Warning Alert: Thought of suicide, angst as usual.
Beta:
~*~
While laying Sam down, Bobby check Dean's pulse, as he scanned the bruises,
"How is he?" John asked with concerned eyes as he noticed the blood, the scar fresh upon Dean's chest.
"Not good, his pulse his weak, he might not survive the day," Bobby answered with agony.
John and Bobby, each took watch on the boys.
Bobby caught John’s sigh, and the stare that he gave to Dean.
“What’s wrong?” Bobby asked, noticed the sad features on his friend’s face.
“I failed them, I failed him as a father,” John replied, not bother to stare at his friend, as his eyes locked at Dean’s limp form.
“I don’t think that you failed him, and Dean would tell you if he opened his eyes,” Bobby said, and then added as he noticed the way that John shake his head, “Your son worship with you, you are his hero, and most of all, his family.”
John shook his head, as he snapped at Bobby, “Then could you tell me why he said that he raped Sammy for? He wants me to kill him, for something that he did not do!”
“Because he came to some conclusion that you love Sam more than him, that’s why!” Bobby snapped at him back.
“What am I suppose to do right now?” John asked, and then he continued, “Death knocking on my boy’s door. Why did he in the first place suck the snake bites in the first place?”
“That we should ask him when he will wake up, I guess.” Bobby answered, and gave his friend a hopeful smile.
“You mean, if he will open his eyes.” John mumbled.
“Go to sleep, Winchester, I will watch them, and I do hope that your anesthesia bullets would do their work, and might effect Sammy as well.”
“I hope so too, at least until Missouri would deliver us somehow the cure for it.”
~*~
Later at night…
The room was filled with silence and sounds of snoring, and with that sound, Dean woke.
His chest burned, and as he moved his hand to know what causes the pain, his mind flashed him with what happened earlier today. The pain and the hurt emotionally from his lover, Dean knows that he should leave at once, as Sammy seemed not loving him as he thoughts, as he compares him to whore.
Dean felt that he needs fresh air, but first he moved his head from side to side; see if it’s safe to move around, as the snoring seemed to bother him.
Dean noticed a hat, and under it a beard, ‘Bobby?’ he thoughts, and asked himself, ‘What is he doing here?’ and then he noticed the form of his dad, and wondered why he did not kill him.
But before he moved, he could feels his muscles in his erection hurt, and then when he lowered his head, he noticed why. He untied his length carefully, not wanted to tear more of it, as the pain did it to him already, and then he moved slowly not wished to wake everyone, knowing that they will just fake their feeling to him, and he did not wish it.
He gathered his clothes, dressed quickly as he can while he bear the pain, not taking his cell, but taking the Impala’s keys, and left the room, with what’s left in his strength as he walked to the car, opened it, and sat there for few moments, until he roar the car for life, and ride it over.
Half of his heart tears away, as he felt broken inside, both emotionally and physically as Sam’s words and action did it well to him, and confirmed what he doubts in his mind.
Yes, Sam confirmed it well, by telling him, how his dad loves him more. He knew that he was right as all the argument that his dad deal with Sammy was the only feeling that he shows to Sam, to let him knows that he cares a great deal for him, than his dad did to him.
No, why should dad take care of me? Dean thoughts while he drove, he never did, always letting me, do that, taking care of Sammy, don’t leave Sammy alone, but nothing of me, of taking care of me. Sammy is dad’s fond, not me.
Dean knew that he should take some sleep, but he dare not to stop, not wanted them to find him, he needs to be alone, and think what to do with his worthless life.
He never did having a normal life as Sam wanted, never having a steady lover, as Sam was kind to him and sweet, and with the family business the one that brought this mishap upon him, how could he?
No, he needs to end his life, knowing that it wasn’t ever worth, and he never felt like it was.
Dean drove, until he could feels his eyes closing, he stopped beside the road, which lead inside the forest, Dean takes it and ride inside, not seemed to care at all right now, as the sleep nudge in his mind, and his mind filled with fog. He stopped the car, and moved to the back seat, and then let the darkness engulfs him.
~*~
Back to Motel…
In the middle of the night…
The elder Winchester woke with strange feelings that something had happened.
With a first blurring image, his eyes locked at the bed, which they lay Sam, he was pleased to see his younger boy still sleeping, and then he glanced at the bed which Dean slept, but the bed was empty and only a dry blood was showed in it.
John grew worried, and then stared at his friend, who snored with loud sound, he nudged him.
“W… What? Can a old man sleep with quiet?” Bobby asked with his eyes closed.
“I thought at least that it was your job to take watch,” John replied, noticed that he got the man in full attention he added, “Could you explain it to me, where Dean is?”
“What? Where is your stubborn boy gone to?” Bobby asked him.
“How should I know? I just woke up.” John answered.
“Did he take the Impala’s keys?”
John sighed heavily as he didn’t find the keys.
“Call him, try to figure where did he went and why.” Bobby suggested.
John dialed his son’s number, and then was surprised to hear the ring tone close to him, as Bobby eventually followed the voice, and stared at him.
“Guess he did not want to be found, then.” Bobby guessed.
End of Chapter 8.
This chapter is not beta-d, so if anyone wants to take it, please contact me, and i will send you this chapter and the next to beta.
In the shadows, It Comes… 8
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish I could kidnap Dean and use him as my sex slave…
Warning Alert: Thought of suicide, angst as usual.
Beta:
~*~
While laying Sam down, Bobby check Dean's pulse, as he scanned the bruises,
"How is he?" John asked with concerned eyes as he noticed the blood, the scar fresh upon Dean's chest.
"Not good, his pulse his weak, he might not survive the day," Bobby answered with agony.
John and Bobby, each took watch on the boys.
Bobby caught John’s sigh, and the stare that he gave to Dean.
“What’s wrong?” Bobby asked, noticed the sad features on his friend’s face.
“I failed them, I failed him as a father,” John replied, not bother to stare at his friend, as his eyes locked at Dean’s limp form.
“I don’t think that you failed him, and Dean would tell you if he opened his eyes,” Bobby said, and then added as he noticed the way that John shake his head, “Your son worship with you, you are his hero, and most of all, his family.”
John shook his head, as he snapped at Bobby, “Then could you tell me why he said that he raped Sammy for? He wants me to kill him, for something that he did not do!”
“Because he came to some conclusion that you love Sam more than him, that’s why!” Bobby snapped at him back.
“What am I suppose to do right now?” John asked, and then he continued, “Death knocking on my boy’s door. Why did he in the first place suck the snake bites in the first place?”
“That we should ask him when he will wake up, I guess.” Bobby answered, and gave his friend a hopeful smile.
“You mean, if he will open his eyes.” John mumbled.
“Go to sleep, Winchester, I will watch them, and I do hope that your anesthesia bullets would do their work, and might effect Sammy as well.”
“I hope so too, at least until Missouri would deliver us somehow the cure for it.”
~*~
Later at night…
The room was filled with silence and sounds of snoring, and with that sound, Dean woke.
His chest burned, and as he moved his hand to know what causes the pain, his mind flashed him with what happened earlier today. The pain and the hurt emotionally from his lover, Dean knows that he should leave at once, as Sammy seemed not loving him as he thoughts, as he compares him to whore.
Dean felt that he needs fresh air, but first he moved his head from side to side; see if it’s safe to move around, as the snoring seemed to bother him.
Dean noticed a hat, and under it a beard, ‘Bobby?’ he thoughts, and asked himself, ‘What is he doing here?’ and then he noticed the form of his dad, and wondered why he did not kill him.
But before he moved, he could feels his muscles in his erection hurt, and then when he lowered his head, he noticed why. He untied his length carefully, not wanted to tear more of it, as the pain did it to him already, and then he moved slowly not wished to wake everyone, knowing that they will just fake their feeling to him, and he did not wish it.
He gathered his clothes, dressed quickly as he can while he bear the pain, not taking his cell, but taking the Impala’s keys, and left the room, with what’s left in his strength as he walked to the car, opened it, and sat there for few moments, until he roar the car for life, and ride it over.
Half of his heart tears away, as he felt broken inside, both emotionally and physically as Sam’s words and action did it well to him, and confirmed what he doubts in his mind.
Yes, Sam confirmed it well, by telling him, how his dad loves him more. He knew that he was right as all the argument that his dad deal with Sammy was the only feeling that he shows to Sam, to let him knows that he cares a great deal for him, than his dad did to him.
No, why should dad take care of me? Dean thoughts while he drove, he never did, always letting me, do that, taking care of Sammy, don’t leave Sammy alone, but nothing of me, of taking care of me. Sammy is dad’s fond, not me.
Dean knew that he should take some sleep, but he dare not to stop, not wanted them to find him, he needs to be alone, and think what to do with his worthless life.
He never did having a normal life as Sam wanted, never having a steady lover, as Sam was kind to him and sweet, and with the family business the one that brought this mishap upon him, how could he?
No, he needs to end his life, knowing that it wasn’t ever worth, and he never felt like it was.
Dean drove, until he could feels his eyes closing, he stopped beside the road, which lead inside the forest, Dean takes it and ride inside, not seemed to care at all right now, as the sleep nudge in his mind, and his mind filled with fog. He stopped the car, and moved to the back seat, and then let the darkness engulfs him.
~*~
Back to Motel…
In the middle of the night…
The elder Winchester woke with strange feelings that something had happened.
With a first blurring image, his eyes locked at the bed, which they lay Sam, he was pleased to see his younger boy still sleeping, and then he glanced at the bed which Dean slept, but the bed was empty and only a dry blood was showed in it.
John grew worried, and then stared at his friend, who snored with loud sound, he nudged him.
“W… What? Can a old man sleep with quiet?” Bobby asked with his eyes closed.
“I thought at least that it was your job to take watch,” John replied, noticed that he got the man in full attention he added, “Could you explain it to me, where Dean is?”
“What? Where is your stubborn boy gone to?” Bobby asked him.
“How should I know? I just woke up.” John answered.
“Did he take the Impala’s keys?”
John sighed heavily as he didn’t find the keys.
“Call him, try to figure where did he went and why.” Bobby suggested.
John dialed his son’s number, and then was surprised to hear the ring tone close to him, as Bobby eventually followed the voice, and stared at him.
“Guess he did not want to be found, then.” Bobby guessed.
End of Chapter 8.