FIC: Of Terminators and Training Wheels- Chapter 23
THE DISCLAIMER REMAINS THE SAME...
CHAPTER 23-
The Demon dead at last, Gordon Walker let out a triumphant whoop before turning to flee towards the woods. He had enough of a head start on the police that he could have easily taken the time to put a bullet in that fool Dean as well. But the look of anguish on the man's face as he rushed towards the body of that Hell Spawn he called a brother was satisfaction enough.
Giddy over his victory, the conquering hero began to laugh long and loud.
He was still laughing as a cop car unexpectantly pulled out in front of him, cutting off his escape path. Still laughing as the officers swarmed down upon him with guns drawn, forcing him to lay face down on the ground and quickly disarming him. Still laughing as he felt the cool steel cuffs encircle his wrists as his arms were forcibly restrained behind his back. Still laughing as he heard his Miranda Rights read to him and then his body was being patted down and searched for more weapons. Laughing even still as he felt one of the officers pull something from the collar of his orange jumpsuit.
"Mr. Walker," the officer said, looking down at him with a mixture of bewilderment and disgust as he held the object in question out before him, "You are going to have a LOT of explaining to do down at the station!"
Gordon glanced up and saw that the officer was holding out a yellow Cub Scout's neckerchief.
He stopped laughing.
Dean wasn't aware of Gordon taking off or of the drama that unfolded as the psychopath was captured. He only knew that his brother was lying pale and motionless against the cold ground… and that he wasn't breathing!
"SAMMY!"
Falling to his knees Dean took Sam's still, slack face in his hands and brushed the kid's hair back, desperately searching for some sign of life.
"Sammy! Oh, Sammy, no, no please! Don't do this to me, Bro!" he begged when his brother showed no response, "Come on, talk to me…Say something, damn it! Please little brother, just give me a sign here! Come on, Sam, I mean it! No way in Hell did we fight so hard for it to end like this... Sammy?"
His vision blurred with tears which he angrily blinked away as he forced his eyes to trail down to Sam's chest to survey the damage. He felt his own breath catch in his throat when he saw the tendril of smoke pouring out of the younger man's jacket where the fabric had been penetrated in the exact location of his heart.
"Oh, God no… No…Sammy, no!"
Instinctively he placed a trembling hand over the bullet hole.
"TALK TO ME, SAM!" he wailed putting pressure against the wound.
"SQUEAK!" came the muffled reply.
"What the…" Dean jerked back startled.
He quickly unzipped the jacket and whipped the garment open to reveal a smoldering Winnie the Pooh tucked close to his brother's heart. The Pooh Bear which had once been nearly the same size as its young owner looked so small now against the grown man's broad chest. Gaping with awe, Dean grabbed the bear up just as Sam's eyes flew open and he drew in a gasping breath.
"Sammy!" Dean cried out as the younger man rolled to his side and began to cough violently.
Quickly pulling his brother into a sitting position, Dean pounded his hand against the man's back until he could catch his breath again.
"Dean…what…" Sam panted, rubbing at his chest and staring dazedly at the older man.
"You're ok, kid! You're ok!" Dean said, unclear if he was reassuring his brother or himself, "You… you just got the wind knocked out of you, I think… Hold up, I'm gonna check you over…Just hold still…"
He pulled Sam's shirt up and ran a shaking hand over his chest where the bullet had struck. There was no blood, no wound… only a reddish, oddly rectangular bruise forming over his sternum. An image arose in Dean's mind suddenly of his diaper clad one year old brother standing before him in an oversized Tonka construction hat and a Batman Belt holding the Pooh Bear up against his tiny torso.
"Body armor!" a laugh that sounded close to hysterical escaped Dean's lips even as tears spilled from his eyes, "You're not hit! Not even a scratch, Bro! The bullet never touched you! All thanks to this… this… Friggin' Awesome Bear!"
He clutched his brother's plush savior to his chest, unabashedly kissing its fuzzy yellow lips and squeaking its belly with joy. Sam gazed at the spectacle Dean was making, his eyes narrowing on the Pooh Bear. He snatched the toy away suddenly glaring at the smoldering hole in its blackened yellow fur and the startling amount of stuffing that spilled from its tubby little gut.
"Can you believe it?" Dean was practically giggling as Sam continued to examine the bear, "It really did have enough fluff in its tummy to stop a bullet!"
Sam ignored him, his mouth twitching downward as he cradled the wounded toy in his large hands, probing the bullet hole with trembling fingers. His eyes welled with tears of fury and then he was shoving the bear back at Dean and scrambling to his feet. In a full on rage he charged towards the circle of police cars where Gordon lay handcuffed and helpless.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, GORDON!" he roared, straining towards the stunned hunter as Dean caught him and held him back, "I'M GONNA RIP YOUR HEAD OFF WITH MY BARE HANDS! YOU'RE GOING DOWN YOU HEAR ME! DOWN!"
"Easy there, Tiger," Dean couldn't help but chuckle even as Sam struggled and fought against him, "Maybe we should just chill and let the police do their job, huh?"
Dean gave a friendly nod to the police officer who shined a flashlight in their direction noticing for the first time that there were two other men in the vicinity.
Gordon stared back at the Winchesters with fearful eyes, looking as if he'd seen a ghost. His head shook back and forth as his quivering lips mumbled "No! It can't be!" over and over again. The attending officers hoisted him off the ground wrangled him into the back of a squad car ignoring his ramblings as they shut him safely inside.
"I'm gonna kill him, Dean! I swear!" Sam grumbled, "Next time I see him, he's a dead man!"
"I believe you," Dean said serenely, keeping his arms locked around his brother even though the younger man had stopped struggling, "But for now… let's go to Hooters!"
He handed the Pooh Bear back to Sam then reached up to ruffle the taller man's hair before wrapping an arm around his back and guiding him into the passenger side of the car.
After squad car with Gordon drove off, a few remaining officers turned their attention towards the Winchesters, ambling down the hill on foot.
"The police are gonna wanna question us, Dean," Sam said, staring glumly down at the burnt fluff protruding from the bear's tummy.
"Yeah, they are," Dean stated, sliding into the driver's seat and starting the Impala's engine.
And with that he drove off.
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