Tiny Handprints
Disclaimer - The boys aren't mine. Supernatural isn't mine. The only things that are mine are the computer that I wrote this on and the idea.
Also - I'm new here. If I'm doing something wrong, yell at me. I honestly don't know what the hell I'm doing and I don't want to mess it up.
Warning - DARK. We have pre-teen serial killers, shooting and messed-up thinking. Don't read if that bothers you.
Rating - M.
Summary - 'Dean’s 6 when he first kills someone. His Dad’s hand is on his shoulder, correcting his posture, speaking softly in a low voice to him, that’s right, Dean, that’s good, now squeeze the trigger, be ready for the kick. The person’s a man, in his 50s and fast asleep from the blow Dad struck to his head, and Dean pulls the trigger with the gun carefully aimed. And afterwards Dad smiles at him, that was very good, Dean, just right, and Dean never gets praise from Dad so he knows that he must have done something really well.'
Dean’s 6 when he first kills someone. His Dad’s hand is on his shoulder, correcting his posture, speaking softly in a low voice to him, that’s right, Dean, that’s good, now squeeze the trigger, be ready for the kick. The person’s a man, in his 50s and fast asleep from the blow Dad struck to his head, and Dean pulls the trigger with the gun carefully aimed. And afterwards Dad smiles at him, that was very good, Dean, just right, and Dean never gets praise from Dad so he knows that he must have done something really well.
The second time Dean kills someone is the next day, and this time it’s a pretty young lady that he spoke to in the diner and who gave him free chips because you have one cute son there, mister, and she’s crying how could you do this to your sons and Dean doesn’t understand because Dad loves him and Sam and is teaching Dean how to take care of Sammy for once they’re grown up, and then the crying starts to annoy him so he gets into the right posture like Dad taught him no please don’t listen to him don’t pull the trigger please and shoots. The lady stops crying then and Dean is glad because he decided that he didn’t like her very much after all, even if she had given him free chips.
When Dean goes back into the motel room after he stopped the pretty lady from crying, Sammy comes running over and throws his arms around Dean and Dean laughs and ruffles a hand through Sammy’s hair and puts the gun down on the table. Dad’s teaching me to look after you Sammy, and Sammy grins and Dean knows that he’ll always, always do anything at all to look after his little brother, his little Sammy.
The third time Dean kills someone, he chooses who he wants to kill himself and when he tells Dad, Dad smiles proudly and ruffles Dean’s hair, proud of you, Dean, maybe it’s time for you to bring someone in yourself, should be easy enough. So Dean, grinning the whole time, does, he points his gun at the girl who is a little bit older than him whoa where did you get that? Mommy a boy has a gun! But her mom can’t hear because they’re in a little dark street all on their own, not even Dad I’m not always gonna be there, Dean, gotta do it alone sometimes, and Dean begins to like the cries because it means that he’s better than the girl, but then they start to annoy him again and he shoots, and the sudden silence is nice and the girl slumps down to the floor with red coming out of her chest. Dean walks closer and slowly pushes one finger against the girl’s cheek. Her head falls over to the other side, skin all smooth. Dean smiles, and in the next second Dad is there behind him and praising him, I’m so proud of you, Dean, did so well, and everything’s perfect except that Sammy wasn’t there to see the way that the girl’s head fell to one side or the red over her top that had started out white.
The fourth time Dean kills someone is two weeks later and Sammy’s there for the first time. Sammy’s there, watching from behind Dean as Dean points the gun at a teenage boy shouldn’t you kids have your mommy with you and makes him walk backwards until his back hits a wall, Sammy’s there as Dean pulls the trigger. The next second, when the boy slumps down the wall, Sammy tugs on Dean’s hand and asks with his eyes if it’s okay for him to go over there. Sure thing, Sammy, with only his eyes and then Sammy lets go of his hand and walks slowly over, his eyes wide and Dean’s so pleased that Sammy likes this as much as he does, and seems to be so fascinated. Sammy crouches down next to the boy and then reaches out slowly, and then he smears his hand over the red across the boy’s chest and when it comes away red he smiles. Dean smiles too because if Sammy’s happy then so is he, and when Sammy then slowly presses his hand to the floor next to the boy’s body, staring at it the whole time, utterly riveted, Dean joins him and does the same so that there are two bloody handprints next to the body.
That’s when Dad walks in and he’s still for a moment, eyes taking in the scene, and then he strides forwards and pulls Dean and Sam roughly forwards into a hug, never been so proud in my life, such good boys, love you so much, and Dean glows and knows that Sam feels the same because Dad never praises them. And when Dad sees the handprints next to the body he grins and the world lights up, and then he fumbles in his pockets and pulls out a marker pen and hands it to Dean, you wanna leave something else for them son?, and somehow Dean understands and sits down on the floor and, in his neatest writing, prints Dean Winchester underneath his handprint, and then Sam hurries over and wants to do his as well, so Dean hands over the pen and helps Sam write Sammy W in shaky letters under his hand.
The fifth time Dean kills someone is three days later in the next town that Dad’s driven them to, and Sammy’s right behind him. Dean thinks that he doesn’t want to kill people any more unless Sam’s there with him so that Dean can show him the slow creep of the blood and the way that the body slumps over and they can leave their handprints. Afterwards Dean can’t really remember who he killed and Dad says that it doesn’t matter, they’re all the same, son, all as bad as each other, but he remembers the fascination on Sammy’s face and the way that he touched the body, almost reverently, as he covers his hand in blood.
~*~
When Special Agent Victor Henricksen opens the file, he feels the blood drain from his face. On the front cover of the file there was only one word, WINCHESTER, but the first thing that he sees when he flips over the front is a picture of a body, a teenage boy, with a bullet wound in his chest. That’s not what grabs his attention though - it’s the tiny handprints next to the body, obviously in blood, with the childish writing next to them that nearly brings his breakfast back up. Dean Winchester in clean printing that is reminiscent of a young boy and Sammy W in the scrawl of a child just leaning to write.
“Please tell me that this isn’t what it looks like,” he says, but the man who handed him the file just grimaces.
“Fraid so. Looks like we’ve got a serious case here. Keep reading.” Over the next hour, during which Henricksen reads and re-reads the file, he tries to focus on the facts in separate, instead of looking at the terrifying whole picture.
Dean and Sam Winchester, sons of John Winchester, 6 and 2 respectively.
Mother killed in a house fire when Dean was 4 and Sam was 6 months.
Father ex-Marine.
No close family.
Unknown how many people the father killed, but suspected to be high.
High likelihood Dean and Sam were brainwashed.
Dean and Sam raised on the road, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks.
Dean’s first kill suspected to be Harry Reddick, 54-year-old man, although not proved.
Up to 6 other potential victims.
Only two bodies with handprints.
Suspected that handprints started when Sam began to join in.
Special Agent Henricksen found it really, really hard to focus in on the facts, because the picture as a whole was too horrifying.
~*~
The first time that Sammy kills someone, Dean’s right there with him and Sammy’s 5. By this time they’ve left handprints by a lot of bodies, and it never stops fascinating Sam. Dean watches as Sam points the gun, slowly, and loves how Sam looks over at him where he’s leaning against the wall before, as though for confirmation. He nods, encouraging, come on Sammy, you can do it, and then there’s a bang and the body slumps over. This body is one that Dean will always remember, because it was Sammy’s first direct kill, and it’s a lady, a pretty, pretty lady with blonde hair and brown eyes and a short skirt and a low top and her hair spreads out like a cloud around her head where she lies on the floor, and Sam, after he makes his handprint, brushes a hand over the hair and it stains red a little bit and she looks even prettier after that. Dean looks over at Sammy with pride in his eyes, that’s so good, Sammy, such a good boy, and Sammy’s chest seems to expand a bit and he looks up at Dean as though he hung the moon.
Also - I'm new here. If I'm doing something wrong, yell at me. I honestly don't know what the hell I'm doing and I don't want to mess it up.
Warning - DARK. We have pre-teen serial killers, shooting and messed-up thinking. Don't read if that bothers you.
Rating - M.
Summary - 'Dean’s 6 when he first kills someone. His Dad’s hand is on his shoulder, correcting his posture, speaking softly in a low voice to him, that’s right, Dean, that’s good, now squeeze the trigger, be ready for the kick. The person’s a man, in his 50s and fast asleep from the blow Dad struck to his head, and Dean pulls the trigger with the gun carefully aimed. And afterwards Dad smiles at him, that was very good, Dean, just right, and Dean never gets praise from Dad so he knows that he must have done something really well.'
Dean’s 6 when he first kills someone. His Dad’s hand is on his shoulder, correcting his posture, speaking softly in a low voice to him, that’s right, Dean, that’s good, now squeeze the trigger, be ready for the kick. The person’s a man, in his 50s and fast asleep from the blow Dad struck to his head, and Dean pulls the trigger with the gun carefully aimed. And afterwards Dad smiles at him, that was very good, Dean, just right, and Dean never gets praise from Dad so he knows that he must have done something really well.
The second time Dean kills someone is the next day, and this time it’s a pretty young lady that he spoke to in the diner and who gave him free chips because you have one cute son there, mister, and she’s crying how could you do this to your sons and Dean doesn’t understand because Dad loves him and Sam and is teaching Dean how to take care of Sammy for once they’re grown up, and then the crying starts to annoy him so he gets into the right posture like Dad taught him no please don’t listen to him don’t pull the trigger please and shoots. The lady stops crying then and Dean is glad because he decided that he didn’t like her very much after all, even if she had given him free chips.
When Dean goes back into the motel room after he stopped the pretty lady from crying, Sammy comes running over and throws his arms around Dean and Dean laughs and ruffles a hand through Sammy’s hair and puts the gun down on the table. Dad’s teaching me to look after you Sammy, and Sammy grins and Dean knows that he’ll always, always do anything at all to look after his little brother, his little Sammy.
The third time Dean kills someone, he chooses who he wants to kill himself and when he tells Dad, Dad smiles proudly and ruffles Dean’s hair, proud of you, Dean, maybe it’s time for you to bring someone in yourself, should be easy enough. So Dean, grinning the whole time, does, he points his gun at the girl who is a little bit older than him whoa where did you get that? Mommy a boy has a gun! But her mom can’t hear because they’re in a little dark street all on their own, not even Dad I’m not always gonna be there, Dean, gotta do it alone sometimes, and Dean begins to like the cries because it means that he’s better than the girl, but then they start to annoy him again and he shoots, and the sudden silence is nice and the girl slumps down to the floor with red coming out of her chest. Dean walks closer and slowly pushes one finger against the girl’s cheek. Her head falls over to the other side, skin all smooth. Dean smiles, and in the next second Dad is there behind him and praising him, I’m so proud of you, Dean, did so well, and everything’s perfect except that Sammy wasn’t there to see the way that the girl’s head fell to one side or the red over her top that had started out white.
The fourth time Dean kills someone is two weeks later and Sammy’s there for the first time. Sammy’s there, watching from behind Dean as Dean points the gun at a teenage boy shouldn’t you kids have your mommy with you and makes him walk backwards until his back hits a wall, Sammy’s there as Dean pulls the trigger. The next second, when the boy slumps down the wall, Sammy tugs on Dean’s hand and asks with his eyes if it’s okay for him to go over there. Sure thing, Sammy, with only his eyes and then Sammy lets go of his hand and walks slowly over, his eyes wide and Dean’s so pleased that Sammy likes this as much as he does, and seems to be so fascinated. Sammy crouches down next to the boy and then reaches out slowly, and then he smears his hand over the red across the boy’s chest and when it comes away red he smiles. Dean smiles too because if Sammy’s happy then so is he, and when Sammy then slowly presses his hand to the floor next to the boy’s body, staring at it the whole time, utterly riveted, Dean joins him and does the same so that there are two bloody handprints next to the body.
That’s when Dad walks in and he’s still for a moment, eyes taking in the scene, and then he strides forwards and pulls Dean and Sam roughly forwards into a hug, never been so proud in my life, such good boys, love you so much, and Dean glows and knows that Sam feels the same because Dad never praises them. And when Dad sees the handprints next to the body he grins and the world lights up, and then he fumbles in his pockets and pulls out a marker pen and hands it to Dean, you wanna leave something else for them son?, and somehow Dean understands and sits down on the floor and, in his neatest writing, prints Dean Winchester underneath his handprint, and then Sam hurries over and wants to do his as well, so Dean hands over the pen and helps Sam write Sammy W in shaky letters under his hand.
The fifth time Dean kills someone is three days later in the next town that Dad’s driven them to, and Sammy’s right behind him. Dean thinks that he doesn’t want to kill people any more unless Sam’s there with him so that Dean can show him the slow creep of the blood and the way that the body slumps over and they can leave their handprints. Afterwards Dean can’t really remember who he killed and Dad says that it doesn’t matter, they’re all the same, son, all as bad as each other, but he remembers the fascination on Sammy’s face and the way that he touched the body, almost reverently, as he covers his hand in blood.
~*~
When Special Agent Victor Henricksen opens the file, he feels the blood drain from his face. On the front cover of the file there was only one word, WINCHESTER, but the first thing that he sees when he flips over the front is a picture of a body, a teenage boy, with a bullet wound in his chest. That’s not what grabs his attention though - it’s the tiny handprints next to the body, obviously in blood, with the childish writing next to them that nearly brings his breakfast back up. Dean Winchester in clean printing that is reminiscent of a young boy and Sammy W in the scrawl of a child just leaning to write.
“Please tell me that this isn’t what it looks like,” he says, but the man who handed him the file just grimaces.
“Fraid so. Looks like we’ve got a serious case here. Keep reading.” Over the next hour, during which Henricksen reads and re-reads the file, he tries to focus on the facts in separate, instead of looking at the terrifying whole picture.
Dean and Sam Winchester, sons of John Winchester, 6 and 2 respectively.
Mother killed in a house fire when Dean was 4 and Sam was 6 months.
Father ex-Marine.
No close family.
Unknown how many people the father killed, but suspected to be high.
High likelihood Dean and Sam were brainwashed.
Dean and Sam raised on the road, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks.
Dean’s first kill suspected to be Harry Reddick, 54-year-old man, although not proved.
Up to 6 other potential victims.
Only two bodies with handprints.
Suspected that handprints started when Sam began to join in.
Special Agent Henricksen found it really, really hard to focus in on the facts, because the picture as a whole was too horrifying.
~*~
The first time that Sammy kills someone, Dean’s right there with him and Sammy’s 5. By this time they’ve left handprints by a lot of bodies, and it never stops fascinating Sam. Dean watches as Sam points the gun, slowly, and loves how Sam looks over at him where he’s leaning against the wall before, as though for confirmation. He nods, encouraging, come on Sammy, you can do it, and then there’s a bang and the body slumps over. This body is one that Dean will always remember, because it was Sammy’s first direct kill, and it’s a lady, a pretty, pretty lady with blonde hair and brown eyes and a short skirt and a low top and her hair spreads out like a cloud around her head where she lies on the floor, and Sam, after he makes his handprint, brushes a hand over the hair and it stains red a little bit and she looks even prettier after that. Dean looks over at Sammy with pride in his eyes, that’s so good, Sammy, such a good boy, and Sammy’s chest seems to expand a bit and he looks up at Dean as though he hung the moon.