Visions 7 Chapter 2
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WARNING: character death
Okay! Here's the story!
Sam froze.
A chill went down his spine, a cold soaking into his limbs.
The creature was close.
Dean and his father must have felt it too, because they stopped, each drawing their gun.
That's when a huge clawed creature leapt from the trees. It wasn't as fast as a Wendigo, thank goodness, but it was fast and it was halfway across the clearing, heading straight for Dean, before any of the hunters had their guns raised.
Sam's reflexes kicked in, his gun up and he was firing before his brain had even gotten over the fact that it was headed straight for his big brother.
His shots were well-aimed and the creature skidded to a halt, turning to face Sam, burning fury in its gaze. It was moving for him a second later.
Sam cocked his gun once more, pulling the trigger.
Nothing happened.
Crap!
He tried again, nothing.
Taking several rapid steps back, he started to try to fix the problem, unsure of exactly how to do that.
The creature was still approaching, even faster than before, ignoring the sound of the two hunters firing, managing to put a tree between him and Dean.
"SAM!"
Dean's cry was, to Sam's slight surprise, echoed by their father.
Giving up on the gun, Sam concentrated, reaching out to push the creature away, hopefully far enough that he could have a second to pull out the flamethrower in place of his useless gun.
Nothing.
What the-
Sam froze, panic finally building in his mind.
This is it.
Realization.
I'm gonna die.
Fear.
It's over.
Regret.
I'm so sorry, Dean. Dad.
Guilt for his final thought.
Please let it be quick.
...
"Sam!"
And John was suddenly there, standing between his youngest child and the creature, a tall strong protective wall. Fearless and determined.
"Dad!"
The creature lashed out.
Dean fired.
A screech and the creature fell.
So did John.
"Dad!" Sam caught him, lowering him to the ground, trying rapidly to inspect the damage.
It only took him a second to realize it was fatal.
Blood already stained his dad's clothing, gushing from several horribly deep wounds. Any deeper and they would have cut him in half.
Dean was there, dropping to his knees.
"I'm sorry. Oh, dad, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Sam was frantically repeating, his panic not banished, just changing directions.
John shushed him. "Sammy. Sam. It's okay. It was gonna happen, Sam. It's okay." he gasped.
Dean was stiff on the other side of the father, shock and fear and horror all warring on his face.
John looked over at his oldest, managing to grab his arm forcefully for someone so severely wounded. "I'm proud of you, son."
Dean began shaking his head frantically. John squeezed his arm.
"Dean. You raised your brother right. You did a good job. You're a darn good hunter and a good man. I'm proud of you."
Dean began to cry. "Dad. Dad, no...don't-"
John's breathing was getting harsher and he was clearly struggling.
"I-I'm sorry, Sam. I made mistakes with you. I-I know I did. I'm th-thankful you h-had your brother, b-but I'm a-also sorry it w-wasn't m-me you c-could turn to. I-I hope you know..." He trailed off.
There were some things that their father could never say, even when death was upon him.
Sam smiled through his tears and nodded firmly. "Yeah. Yeah, dad. I know. Me too."
John managed a small smile and a nod, then relaxed back against the leaves beneath him, struggling for air.
He gasped once.
Twice.
His eyes slid shut.
Silence.
He was gone.
...
The two remaining Winchesters remained at their father's side for what felt like an eternity.
The silence was only broken by the nearly silent sobs from Sam.
WARNING: character death
Okay! Here's the story!
Sam froze.
A chill went down his spine, a cold soaking into his limbs.
The creature was close.
Dean and his father must have felt it too, because they stopped, each drawing their gun.
That's when a huge clawed creature leapt from the trees. It wasn't as fast as a Wendigo, thank goodness, but it was fast and it was halfway across the clearing, heading straight for Dean, before any of the hunters had their guns raised.
Sam's reflexes kicked in, his gun up and he was firing before his brain had even gotten over the fact that it was headed straight for his big brother.
His shots were well-aimed and the creature skidded to a halt, turning to face Sam, burning fury in its gaze. It was moving for him a second later.
Sam cocked his gun once more, pulling the trigger.
Nothing happened.
Crap!
He tried again, nothing.
Taking several rapid steps back, he started to try to fix the problem, unsure of exactly how to do that.
The creature was still approaching, even faster than before, ignoring the sound of the two hunters firing, managing to put a tree between him and Dean.
"SAM!"
Dean's cry was, to Sam's slight surprise, echoed by their father.
Giving up on the gun, Sam concentrated, reaching out to push the creature away, hopefully far enough that he could have a second to pull out the flamethrower in place of his useless gun.
Nothing.
What the-
Sam froze, panic finally building in his mind.
This is it.
Realization.
I'm gonna die.
Fear.
It's over.
Regret.
I'm so sorry, Dean. Dad.
Guilt for his final thought.
Please let it be quick.
...
"Sam!"
And John was suddenly there, standing between his youngest child and the creature, a tall strong protective wall. Fearless and determined.
"Dad!"
The creature lashed out.
Dean fired.
A screech and the creature fell.
So did John.
"Dad!" Sam caught him, lowering him to the ground, trying rapidly to inspect the damage.
It only took him a second to realize it was fatal.
Blood already stained his dad's clothing, gushing from several horribly deep wounds. Any deeper and they would have cut him in half.
Dean was there, dropping to his knees.
"I'm sorry. Oh, dad, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Sam was frantically repeating, his panic not banished, just changing directions.
John shushed him. "Sammy. Sam. It's okay. It was gonna happen, Sam. It's okay." he gasped.
Dean was stiff on the other side of the father, shock and fear and horror all warring on his face.
John looked over at his oldest, managing to grab his arm forcefully for someone so severely wounded. "I'm proud of you, son."
Dean began shaking his head frantically. John squeezed his arm.
"Dean. You raised your brother right. You did a good job. You're a darn good hunter and a good man. I'm proud of you."
Dean began to cry. "Dad. Dad, no...don't-"
John's breathing was getting harsher and he was clearly struggling.
"I-I'm sorry, Sam. I made mistakes with you. I-I know I did. I'm th-thankful you h-had your brother, b-but I'm a-also sorry it w-wasn't m-me you c-could turn to. I-I hope you know..." He trailed off.
There were some things that their father could never say, even when death was upon him.
Sam smiled through his tears and nodded firmly. "Yeah. Yeah, dad. I know. Me too."
John managed a small smile and a nod, then relaxed back against the leaves beneath him, struggling for air.
He gasped once.
Twice.
His eyes slid shut.
Silence.
He was gone.
...
The two remaining Winchesters remained at their father's side for what felt like an eternity.
The silence was only broken by the nearly silent sobs from Sam.