SPN Fic: The Beginning Of The End (Part III)
Part Three of The Beginning Of The End!
In this part... we see the lives of the newest Winchester, fifteen years on. Life is good, until tragedy hits.
Part Three
Fifteen years later
Gabrielle shifts the car into fifth gear, swerving to avoid a Corolla actually going the speed limit. She glances at the speedometer and watches it tick higher. Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty…
The lights ahead turn amber. She smiles, and pushes harder on the gas pedal. They turn red seconds before she gets there, and the cars on the left are already creeping across the intersection.
She shoots through, forcing them all to slam on the brakes. A cacophony of car horns follows her as she speeds away, laughing. She’s not actually in a hurry, but why go slow when it’s so much more interesting to go fast?
“Gabby.”
“Shit!’
She jumps, because two seconds ago she was alone in the car. Now there’s someone sitting in the passenger seat, looking at her disapprovingly.
“We’ve talked about this. Slow down. And watch your language.”
She eases up on the gas a little. “C’mon, Cas… what’s the fun in that?”
***
Robert looks up from his textbook as a car screeches past the window where he sits in the public library. He shakes his head. Why do people feel the need to disregard the law like that? Road rules are there for a reason, as they will no doubt discover when they’re splattered halfway across the road.
He looks at the time. Whoops. He was supposed to be home half an hour ago, so he gathers up his books and heads out to the front of the building, where his bike is chained up.
***
A scream goes up from the crowd as Johnny sinks the winning basket, seconds before the end of the game. His team surround him immediately, whooping and cheering his name, jumping in the air and hugging each other.
Winning this game means they’re through to the finals, and Johnny’s got a good feeling about that. They’ve had an amazing season so far, why should it change now?
Johnny is left alone for a second, and slim arms circle his waist from the side, a warm female body pressing against him. Dawn grabs his face and kisses him hard.
“Congrats, baby! I’m so proud!”
He grins. “Thanks, I think the cheering really helped… or maybe it was just this sexy little outfit.” He says, running a hand up her thigh and playing with the hem of her short skirt. Dawn giggles and pushes his hand away.
“Yeah?” Her voice goes low and sultry. “I’ve got another one for you, if you wanna come over to my place tonight.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” He kisses her again. “I gotta run home first, but I’ll be over by nine?”
“Perfect.” She smiles, and disappears into the crowd. Johnny already can’t wait.
***
He gets home about half an hour later. His dad’s car is parked in the driveway, which means he got home early. Johnny’s glad. He doesn’t get to see his dad all that often, because of his job. He parks his car on the road and jogs up the stairs to his house.
The house is silent, which isn’t really that unusual. Johnny’s an only child, so there’re no other kids running around making noise, and his mom’s a quiet lady. He checks the lounge for her first, then the kitchen, then the office. No sign of her, or his dad.
“Mom? Dad? I’m home! We won!” He starts up the stairs, wondering if they had an early night.
When he gets to the top of the stairs, the door to his parents’ bedroom is ajar. He walks to it slowly, trying to keep quiet in case they’re sleeping. Johnny carefully pushes the door open, and he gasps.
His dad is splayed out on the floor just inside the room. He’s on his back, his throat slit, his eyes open and glassy. The pool of blood around his head is still gradually spreading across the hardwood floor. Johnny’s mother is slumped in the chair at her dressing table. Blood is dripping from her neck to the floor, where another large pool has formed.
Johnny doesn’t know what to do. He stares into the room in shock, unable to form words or thoughts, unable to move or scream or do anything. He sinks to the floor, his legs too weak to hold him up any longer.
After an eternity, he starts to search his pockets for his cellphone. He feels like he’s moving on autopilot. He can’t open his cellphone at first because his hands are shaking too much, and when he finally gets it open he can’t see the screen through the tears in his eyes. He blindly presses speed dial one.
“Hello?”
“Bobby,” he chokes out. “Bobby, help me. Mom and Dad, they… I can’t…” Johnny starts crying, the enormity of the situation finally hitting him.
“Johnny, calm down. Are you in the house? Answer me.” Bobby says sharply.
“Yes, yes, I’m in the house.” Johnny sobs.
“Get out of there. Go, right now, get outside.”
“Why…”
“Just go, quick!” Bobby cries. Johnny struggles to his feet, leaning against the door. He stands there for a moment, takes a deep breath. He thinks he can taste the blood on the air.
“Are you out?” Bobby asks. Johnny shakes his head, and realises Bobby can’t see him.
“No, I’m just…”
“Run, you idiot! Now, fucking get out of there!”
Johnny jumps as Bobby yells at him, and stumbles down the stairs. He runs outside and collapses on the lawn. No sooner than he does so the house bursts into flames behind him. He drops the phone in surprise, staring up at his burning home. Eventually Bobby’s muffled yells from the phone register in his brain and he picks it up from the grass.
“I’m here, Bobby, I’m fine, I’m here.”
“Shit, boy, you had me worried. You’re okay?”
He almost laughs. “No, not really! Bobby, what’s going on? My parents…”
“Johnny? You got your car?” Bobby asks. Johnny is slightly puzzled.
“Yes,”
“Drive here. Now.”
***
Johnny arrives at Bobby’s just under an hour later. Bobby doesn’t live far away, but he had to keep stopping on the way. Sometimes he couldn’t see the road through his tears, and sometimes his hands were making the wheel shake so much he was in danger of driving off the road. But he got there eventually, and all in one piece.
He lets himself in through the front door. He walks through to the living room, where Bobby is standing with a guy who has his back to Johnny. Bobby looks kind of guilty, like he’s doing something he really shouldn’t be.
“Johnny,” he says when he sees him. Johnny opens his mouth to speak, but just then the other guy in the room turns around, and Johnny sees his face.
It’s like looking in a mirror.
He gasps, and the guy who looks just like him stares back with wide, shocked eyes. Neither can tear their gaze away.
“Bobby?” They say at the same time. Bobby steps forward.
“Uh, Johnny, this is Robert. Robert, this is Johnny.” Bobby takes a deep breath. “I’m just gonna say this straight, ain’t no point in pussyfooting ‘round it. You’re brothers. Twins, actually.”
The boys continue to stare at each other. Sure, they both always knew they were adopted, but having a brother? A twin brother, and spending their whole lives up until now not knowing about each other? That’s crazy.
“So, uh, I’m glad you’re not freaking out ‘bout this.” Bobby says. “’Cause we don’t really have time for that. Plus, you’ve both got a lot to learn, and I’m thinking it’s gonna freak you out even more than this.”
Johnny finds that hard to believe, because after this day, he’s pretty sure nothing could shock him.
In this part... we see the lives of the newest Winchester, fifteen years on. Life is good, until tragedy hits.
Part Three
Fifteen years later
Gabrielle shifts the car into fifth gear, swerving to avoid a Corolla actually going the speed limit. She glances at the speedometer and watches it tick higher. Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty…
The lights ahead turn amber. She smiles, and pushes harder on the gas pedal. They turn red seconds before she gets there, and the cars on the left are already creeping across the intersection.
She shoots through, forcing them all to slam on the brakes. A cacophony of car horns follows her as she speeds away, laughing. She’s not actually in a hurry, but why go slow when it’s so much more interesting to go fast?
“Gabby.”
“Shit!’
She jumps, because two seconds ago she was alone in the car. Now there’s someone sitting in the passenger seat, looking at her disapprovingly.
“We’ve talked about this. Slow down. And watch your language.”
She eases up on the gas a little. “C’mon, Cas… what’s the fun in that?”
***
Robert looks up from his textbook as a car screeches past the window where he sits in the public library. He shakes his head. Why do people feel the need to disregard the law like that? Road rules are there for a reason, as they will no doubt discover when they’re splattered halfway across the road.
He looks at the time. Whoops. He was supposed to be home half an hour ago, so he gathers up his books and heads out to the front of the building, where his bike is chained up.
***
A scream goes up from the crowd as Johnny sinks the winning basket, seconds before the end of the game. His team surround him immediately, whooping and cheering his name, jumping in the air and hugging each other.
Winning this game means they’re through to the finals, and Johnny’s got a good feeling about that. They’ve had an amazing season so far, why should it change now?
Johnny is left alone for a second, and slim arms circle his waist from the side, a warm female body pressing against him. Dawn grabs his face and kisses him hard.
“Congrats, baby! I’m so proud!”
He grins. “Thanks, I think the cheering really helped… or maybe it was just this sexy little outfit.” He says, running a hand up her thigh and playing with the hem of her short skirt. Dawn giggles and pushes his hand away.
“Yeah?” Her voice goes low and sultry. “I’ve got another one for you, if you wanna come over to my place tonight.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” He kisses her again. “I gotta run home first, but I’ll be over by nine?”
“Perfect.” She smiles, and disappears into the crowd. Johnny already can’t wait.
***
He gets home about half an hour later. His dad’s car is parked in the driveway, which means he got home early. Johnny’s glad. He doesn’t get to see his dad all that often, because of his job. He parks his car on the road and jogs up the stairs to his house.
The house is silent, which isn’t really that unusual. Johnny’s an only child, so there’re no other kids running around making noise, and his mom’s a quiet lady. He checks the lounge for her first, then the kitchen, then the office. No sign of her, or his dad.
“Mom? Dad? I’m home! We won!” He starts up the stairs, wondering if they had an early night.
When he gets to the top of the stairs, the door to his parents’ bedroom is ajar. He walks to it slowly, trying to keep quiet in case they’re sleeping. Johnny carefully pushes the door open, and he gasps.
His dad is splayed out on the floor just inside the room. He’s on his back, his throat slit, his eyes open and glassy. The pool of blood around his head is still gradually spreading across the hardwood floor. Johnny’s mother is slumped in the chair at her dressing table. Blood is dripping from her neck to the floor, where another large pool has formed.
Johnny doesn’t know what to do. He stares into the room in shock, unable to form words or thoughts, unable to move or scream or do anything. He sinks to the floor, his legs too weak to hold him up any longer.
After an eternity, he starts to search his pockets for his cellphone. He feels like he’s moving on autopilot. He can’t open his cellphone at first because his hands are shaking too much, and when he finally gets it open he can’t see the screen through the tears in his eyes. He blindly presses speed dial one.
“Hello?”
“Bobby,” he chokes out. “Bobby, help me. Mom and Dad, they… I can’t…” Johnny starts crying, the enormity of the situation finally hitting him.
“Johnny, calm down. Are you in the house? Answer me.” Bobby says sharply.
“Yes, yes, I’m in the house.” Johnny sobs.
“Get out of there. Go, right now, get outside.”
“Why…”
“Just go, quick!” Bobby cries. Johnny struggles to his feet, leaning against the door. He stands there for a moment, takes a deep breath. He thinks he can taste the blood on the air.
“Are you out?” Bobby asks. Johnny shakes his head, and realises Bobby can’t see him.
“No, I’m just…”
“Run, you idiot! Now, fucking get out of there!”
Johnny jumps as Bobby yells at him, and stumbles down the stairs. He runs outside and collapses on the lawn. No sooner than he does so the house bursts into flames behind him. He drops the phone in surprise, staring up at his burning home. Eventually Bobby’s muffled yells from the phone register in his brain and he picks it up from the grass.
“I’m here, Bobby, I’m fine, I’m here.”
“Shit, boy, you had me worried. You’re okay?”
He almost laughs. “No, not really! Bobby, what’s going on? My parents…”
“Johnny? You got your car?” Bobby asks. Johnny is slightly puzzled.
“Yes,”
“Drive here. Now.”
***
Johnny arrives at Bobby’s just under an hour later. Bobby doesn’t live far away, but he had to keep stopping on the way. Sometimes he couldn’t see the road through his tears, and sometimes his hands were making the wheel shake so much he was in danger of driving off the road. But he got there eventually, and all in one piece.
He lets himself in through the front door. He walks through to the living room, where Bobby is standing with a guy who has his back to Johnny. Bobby looks kind of guilty, like he’s doing something he really shouldn’t be.
“Johnny,” he says when he sees him. Johnny opens his mouth to speak, but just then the other guy in the room turns around, and Johnny sees his face.
It’s like looking in a mirror.
He gasps, and the guy who looks just like him stares back with wide, shocked eyes. Neither can tear their gaze away.
“Bobby?” They say at the same time. Bobby steps forward.
“Uh, Johnny, this is Robert. Robert, this is Johnny.” Bobby takes a deep breath. “I’m just gonna say this straight, ain’t no point in pussyfooting ‘round it. You’re brothers. Twins, actually.”
The boys continue to stare at each other. Sure, they both always knew they were adopted, but having a brother? A twin brother, and spending their whole lives up until now not knowing about each other? That’s crazy.
“So, uh, I’m glad you’re not freaking out ‘bout this.” Bobby says. “’Cause we don’t really have time for that. Plus, you’ve both got a lot to learn, and I’m thinking it’s gonna freak you out even more than this.”
Johnny finds that hard to believe, because after this day, he’s pretty sure nothing could shock him.