Things to Bury - Chapter 3
Title: Things To Bury
Author: Winchickster
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Pairing: Chloe/Dean later on
Summary: Sam has a vision of Chloe, so he and Dean set out to find the mysterious blonde woman.
Legal: I don't own any of the characters. I just like to play with them.
Author's Note: Forgive the delay in posting. Real life crept up on me. I'm back though. Thanks for the awesome feedback so far. I love it. Here's chapter 3. Sorry the Chloe is slow coming, but it won't be long and you'll see plenty of her. Starting in the next chapter.
Previous Chapters: ( Chapter 1 ) ( Chapter 2 )
Chapter 3
He already knew it the moment Sam had pulled her from the car. She was dead.
Dean simply nodded slightly and turned back toward the Impala.
"I'll go ahead and call 911," Sam mumbled, still staring down at the girl.
Dean turned back for a moment, "No," he croaked. "Not yet."
"Why the hell not?" Sam wasn't about to just leave her in the road as they drove off. *If* they could drive off. He wasn't certain that really was an option when he looked over at their car, but that didn't matter. The girl deserved at least enough respect to have the authorities called to collect her and contact her family.
"Because we don't need the cops on our ass for this. This isn't a traffic accident Sammy. I killed her. In case you forgot, we're on the wanted list," Dean spat at him then turned and started limping over toward the Impala. "We'll call when I know we can get out of here," he growled over his shoulder.
Sam looked at him incredulously. "So we just let her lay here in the street? Dead."
"Go bury her yourself if you're feeling guilty about her laying there for a few hours before the cops arrive."
Sam hadn't heard Dean sound that cold in a long time. He didn't act that way unless he was closing himself off and Sam was already feeling guilty enough. It was his vision that had brought them there to contribute to her death. His brothers attitude wasn't helping. He'd actually prefer a smartass comeback right about now.
He stood up beside her and let his gaze linger down on her face a bit longer, then looked away. She couldn't have been more than his age and her life was now cut short. He felt the bile rise up in his throat and forced it back down. Turned and headed over to his brother who was now kneeling by the front passenger side of the car.
Sam watched him work through his obvious pain, to bang out a dent in the front quarter panel that had bent in against the front tire.
"Let me help you with that." He knelt down next to Dean and started to take whatever tool it was that his brother was using from him.
Dean flinched, then turned and glared at him. "I've got it," he growled impatiently.
Sam didn't move. Just met his brothers glare and gave it back to him. "You're hurt, bleeding, and looking like shit, let me help you. I'm better suited for this right now, Dean"
"You never wanted to help with the car before Sammy", he grunted snatching the tool from Sam's grasp as he started banging the interior of the panel again.
"Well I'm trying to now," Sam snapped back at him. It came out with more grit than he wanted it to, but frankly his brother was pissing him off.
Dean merely shook his head and continued working on the car. He wanted out of there. Away from what had just happened and the body of the girl he had just killed. Preferably before he was detained for it, and the other crimes the authorities thought he'd played a factor in. Plus, by doing this, he got the added bonus of causing himself more pain. He was hurting like hell and he deserved it. Tonight he was a killer. Demons, ghosts, whatever the hell else he could handle, in fact, he took pleasure in it, but the girl laying in the road was human. Flesh and blood. Presumably in control of her own body, and he'd just snuffed her life out.
"Fine," Sam shrugged at him in irritation and pushed himself back up onto his feet. "I'll just go do nothing and wait over here in the grass."
"Great idea, go knit or something," Dean retorted.
"I was being sarcastic you jerk. I'm going to see if I can push her car off the road so someone else doesn't come along and hit it later," he paused for a moment and then said quietly "then I'll move her."
Dean nodded and inhaled deeply. His chest burned at the effort. His fucking ribs hurt as well. He gripped the tool tighter in his hand and proceeded to pound the hell out of the damage to his car in order to make it drivable.
***
An hour had passed and Dean had managed to get the car into good enough condition to drive into town. Thankfully with only an audience of one. Apparently the town they were heading toward was aptly named. No one seemed to be heading to Smallville and no one saw a thing.
Sam had moved her car into the ditch and then moved her not far from it while waiting for Dean to finish. He'd heard his brother groan in pain more than once, but knew better than to try to help again. He was pretty certain his brother might actually punch him.
Sam clicked his phone shut after making the anonymous call to the authorities, and the Impala's engine revved hard, like she was as ready as the boys were to get out of there, and with a screech they left the scene behind them in the dust.
They were silent for the first few moments before Sam turned to his brother, "I'm sorry Dean."
Dean's eyes were glued to the road and he remained silent.
He hated the silence so he continued, "It was my vision that brought us there. I only knew to trust it."
Dean nodded slowly, but was still refusing to speak.
"Look, just tell me what an ass I am. Hit me. Something." The guilt was consuming him. He wanted his brother to at least acknowledge that he knew it was his fault.
Dean inhaled sharply "Stop being a little bitch Sammy and put the Boston back in."
TBC
(Next Chapter - Chapter 4)
Author: Winchickster
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Pairing: Chloe/Dean later on
Summary: Sam has a vision of Chloe, so he and Dean set out to find the mysterious blonde woman.
Legal: I don't own any of the characters. I just like to play with them.
Author's Note: Forgive the delay in posting. Real life crept up on me. I'm back though. Thanks for the awesome feedback so far. I love it. Here's chapter 3. Sorry the Chloe is slow coming, but it won't be long and you'll see plenty of her. Starting in the next chapter.
Previous Chapters: ( Chapter 1 ) ( Chapter 2 )
Chapter 3
He already knew it the moment Sam had pulled her from the car. She was dead.
Dean simply nodded slightly and turned back toward the Impala.
"I'll go ahead and call 911," Sam mumbled, still staring down at the girl.
Dean turned back for a moment, "No," he croaked. "Not yet."
"Why the hell not?" Sam wasn't about to just leave her in the road as they drove off. *If* they could drive off. He wasn't certain that really was an option when he looked over at their car, but that didn't matter. The girl deserved at least enough respect to have the authorities called to collect her and contact her family.
"Because we don't need the cops on our ass for this. This isn't a traffic accident Sammy. I killed her. In case you forgot, we're on the wanted list," Dean spat at him then turned and started limping over toward the Impala. "We'll call when I know we can get out of here," he growled over his shoulder.
Sam looked at him incredulously. "So we just let her lay here in the street? Dead."
"Go bury her yourself if you're feeling guilty about her laying there for a few hours before the cops arrive."
Sam hadn't heard Dean sound that cold in a long time. He didn't act that way unless he was closing himself off and Sam was already feeling guilty enough. It was his vision that had brought them there to contribute to her death. His brothers attitude wasn't helping. He'd actually prefer a smartass comeback right about now.
He stood up beside her and let his gaze linger down on her face a bit longer, then looked away. She couldn't have been more than his age and her life was now cut short. He felt the bile rise up in his throat and forced it back down. Turned and headed over to his brother who was now kneeling by the front passenger side of the car.
Sam watched him work through his obvious pain, to bang out a dent in the front quarter panel that had bent in against the front tire.
"Let me help you with that." He knelt down next to Dean and started to take whatever tool it was that his brother was using from him.
Dean flinched, then turned and glared at him. "I've got it," he growled impatiently.
Sam didn't move. Just met his brothers glare and gave it back to him. "You're hurt, bleeding, and looking like shit, let me help you. I'm better suited for this right now, Dean"
"You never wanted to help with the car before Sammy", he grunted snatching the tool from Sam's grasp as he started banging the interior of the panel again.
"Well I'm trying to now," Sam snapped back at him. It came out with more grit than he wanted it to, but frankly his brother was pissing him off.
Dean merely shook his head and continued working on the car. He wanted out of there. Away from what had just happened and the body of the girl he had just killed. Preferably before he was detained for it, and the other crimes the authorities thought he'd played a factor in. Plus, by doing this, he got the added bonus of causing himself more pain. He was hurting like hell and he deserved it. Tonight he was a killer. Demons, ghosts, whatever the hell else he could handle, in fact, he took pleasure in it, but the girl laying in the road was human. Flesh and blood. Presumably in control of her own body, and he'd just snuffed her life out.
"Fine," Sam shrugged at him in irritation and pushed himself back up onto his feet. "I'll just go do nothing and wait over here in the grass."
"Great idea, go knit or something," Dean retorted.
"I was being sarcastic you jerk. I'm going to see if I can push her car off the road so someone else doesn't come along and hit it later," he paused for a moment and then said quietly "then I'll move her."
Dean nodded and inhaled deeply. His chest burned at the effort. His fucking ribs hurt as well. He gripped the tool tighter in his hand and proceeded to pound the hell out of the damage to his car in order to make it drivable.
***
An hour had passed and Dean had managed to get the car into good enough condition to drive into town. Thankfully with only an audience of one. Apparently the town they were heading toward was aptly named. No one seemed to be heading to Smallville and no one saw a thing.
Sam had moved her car into the ditch and then moved her not far from it while waiting for Dean to finish. He'd heard his brother groan in pain more than once, but knew better than to try to help again. He was pretty certain his brother might actually punch him.
Sam clicked his phone shut after making the anonymous call to the authorities, and the Impala's engine revved hard, like she was as ready as the boys were to get out of there, and with a screech they left the scene behind them in the dust.
They were silent for the first few moments before Sam turned to his brother, "I'm sorry Dean."
Dean's eyes were glued to the road and he remained silent.
He hated the silence so he continued, "It was my vision that brought us there. I only knew to trust it."
Dean nodded slowly, but was still refusing to speak.
"Look, just tell me what an ass I am. Hit me. Something." The guilt was consuming him. He wanted his brother to at least acknowledge that he knew it was his fault.
Dean inhaled sharply "Stop being a little bitch Sammy and put the Boston back in."
TBC
(Next Chapter - Chapter 4)