What Shatters a Heart - (1/1), PG, SPN, Major Character Death, Hurt!Dean
Title: What Shatters a Heart
Warnings: Major character Death, AU pre-series.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of the following belongs to me, I am just playing in Kripke and WB/CW's sandbox for fun not profit.
Summary: A werewolf hunt gone horribly wrong.
Author Note: Written for Dean, Sam, John, Dean gets infected by a werewolf, how do Sam and/or John react from the Sharp_Teeth Horror comment fic Meme round one. This is AU in pre-series. Just thought I’d post it here to fulfill my nerdy, anal nature!
John swallows heavily as he watches Sam pull his limp and bleeding brother into his chest.
A sharp pain pulses out from the middle of his chest and his breath thickens in his throat as Sam's tear filled eyes plead at him to make it all better over the top of his brothers blood stiffened hair.
His heart stutters in his chest and the breath that was just choking him leaves him like a punch as Sam whimpers, "Dad please."
Slowly he pulls the suddenly heavy 38 from his coat pocket and feels a pang of deep shame as he drops his gaze to the gun as if checking if it's loaded to spare himself the pain of Sam's horror filled gaze.
"Dad, no! Please, no!" Sam's screams echo in his ears as he lifts his gaze once more only to see the moonlight shine off the emerald green of his first born's knowing gaze.
Sam is suddenly silent as Dean's shaking palm reaches up and grips his little brothers jaw.
"It's ok Sam."
John flinches as he watches Dean’s hand fall away as Sam scrambles back out of his reach.
"What? No! How can this be ok?" Sam is screaming once more. The blood smeared across his cheek and down his throat glistens black in the moonlight that dapples through the overhanging trees.
John takes a deep breath and his voice is whiskey raw when he speaks, "Son, you know what has to be done."
John's blood freezes in his veins at the feral and visceral look his youngest gives him. His body sways slightly as he fights the urge to step back from the fury pouring from his son.
"Sam, it'll be ok." Dean's worn and pain filled voice cuts like the coldest wind straight through him and he has to steady himself once more as he watches his youngest crumple down to kneel beside him.
Tears start to track their way down his cheeks as he watches his son's say their goodbyes.
He's not sure what Dean says to him but eventual after what seems like hours and the tears have had time to dry on his face, Sam staggers to his feet and pushes himself away only to fall again a few feet way and curl in on himself at the base of a tree.
The sharp pain stabs at him again when he turns back to see Dean staring at him with half lidded eyes steely with determination.
"Dad.." His voice is barely a whisper and John instinctive rushes forward and cradles his first born to his chest.
"Dad, I...I can't...please."
John's breath is gone completely and his head is screaming no as Dean pulls the hand holding the gun he had forgotten he had over to cover his heart.
Dean blood slick hands grip weakly onto his own and pull at his hands again urging him on.
“Do it!” Dean’s plea sends a shudder down his spine and he chokes on a sob as he tries to drag in a breath.
“Please, Dad don’t let me turn into one of them.” John bites hard on his treacherously quivering lip and tears slip down his face as he clenches his eyes shut and nods.
“It’s ok son, I’ve got you.”
Dean clutches at his arm and pulls him in even closer.
“Take care of Sammy for me Dad.”
John flinches as the gun booms in the sudden stillness of the night and his heart shatters into a millon pieces.
Warnings: Major character Death, AU pre-series.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of the following belongs to me, I am just playing in Kripke and WB/CW's sandbox for fun not profit.
Summary: A werewolf hunt gone horribly wrong.
Author Note: Written for Dean, Sam, John, Dean gets infected by a werewolf, how do Sam and/or John react from the Sharp_Teeth Horror comment fic Meme round one. This is AU in pre-series. Just thought I’d post it here to fulfill my nerdy, anal nature!
John swallows heavily as he watches Sam pull his limp and bleeding brother into his chest.
A sharp pain pulses out from the middle of his chest and his breath thickens in his throat as Sam's tear filled eyes plead at him to make it all better over the top of his brothers blood stiffened hair.
His heart stutters in his chest and the breath that was just choking him leaves him like a punch as Sam whimpers, "Dad please."
Slowly he pulls the suddenly heavy 38 from his coat pocket and feels a pang of deep shame as he drops his gaze to the gun as if checking if it's loaded to spare himself the pain of Sam's horror filled gaze.
"Dad, no! Please, no!" Sam's screams echo in his ears as he lifts his gaze once more only to see the moonlight shine off the emerald green of his first born's knowing gaze.
Sam is suddenly silent as Dean's shaking palm reaches up and grips his little brothers jaw.
"It's ok Sam."
John flinches as he watches Dean’s hand fall away as Sam scrambles back out of his reach.
"What? No! How can this be ok?" Sam is screaming once more. The blood smeared across his cheek and down his throat glistens black in the moonlight that dapples through the overhanging trees.
John takes a deep breath and his voice is whiskey raw when he speaks, "Son, you know what has to be done."
John's blood freezes in his veins at the feral and visceral look his youngest gives him. His body sways slightly as he fights the urge to step back from the fury pouring from his son.
"Sam, it'll be ok." Dean's worn and pain filled voice cuts like the coldest wind straight through him and he has to steady himself once more as he watches his youngest crumple down to kneel beside him.
Tears start to track their way down his cheeks as he watches his son's say their goodbyes.
He's not sure what Dean says to him but eventual after what seems like hours and the tears have had time to dry on his face, Sam staggers to his feet and pushes himself away only to fall again a few feet way and curl in on himself at the base of a tree.
The sharp pain stabs at him again when he turns back to see Dean staring at him with half lidded eyes steely with determination.
"Dad.." His voice is barely a whisper and John instinctive rushes forward and cradles his first born to his chest.
"Dad, I...I can't...please."
John's breath is gone completely and his head is screaming no as Dean pulls the hand holding the gun he had forgotten he had over to cover his heart.
Dean blood slick hands grip weakly onto his own and pull at his hands again urging him on.
“Do it!” Dean’s plea sends a shudder down his spine and he chokes on a sob as he tries to drag in a breath.
“Please, Dad don’t let me turn into one of them.” John bites hard on his treacherously quivering lip and tears slip down his face as he clenches his eyes shut and nods.
“It’s ok son, I’ve got you.”
Dean clutches at his arm and pulls him in even closer.
“Take care of Sammy for me Dad.”
John flinches as the gun booms in the sudden stillness of the night and his heart shatters into a millon pieces.