Fic: Leaving A Mark
Leaving A Mark
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Sam left a mark when he died….it is only fitting Dean does the same. Tag to Swan Song
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
H/C Bingo Prompt: Free Space...Lose of a Loved One
"Come on, son….let's go," Bobby's voice echoed through his head.
Dean wasn't really pay attention to Bobby's voice. He was busy staring at the fucking spot where his brother just jumped into hell.
Not a single stone was out of place….not a single blade of grass was cut.
It was freaky.
It wasn't fair.
There should be something there. A hole…a ditch…a mark…hell, anything. Anything to match the void in his soul. He felt a hand trying to pull him away from the spot.
No…No…
Fuck no…He wasn't leaving until…until…
"Do you have any wooden sticks in your van, Bobby?"
He could feel Bobby's eyes burn into his head.
"No…."
"Then I am going to get some," He said as he pulled away from Bobby.
He didn't hear Bobby's reply when he headed into the nearby woods. He pushed through the woods. The only thing he could see was pine. He wanted something to last. Not something to rot away in a few months. He could almost hear his brother's voice in his ear, explaining the difference between hardwood and softwood.
The thought made his chest tighten up and his soul just shattered a little more.
His brother was gone and wasn't coming back.
He didn't know how long it took him. A few seconds…minutes…hours, he couldn't remember. He just remembered tripping over them. Sam would have laughed and helped him up. He would distract Sam from the fact that he just landed on his ass. Tease him. Make a joke.
Not anymore.
He took out one of his knives in his boots and started working the pieces of wood he found. He started sharpen one of them into a fine point. Bring back memories. Trickster…Mr. and Mrs. Christmas. His throat tightened up. Sammy won't be spending any more holidays with him. A part of him wondered why he was doing this. He and God weren't on talking terms. If God popped up in the next few minutes, he would beat the crap out of him. He just didn't have the same faith that his brother had.
But here he was…trying to make a damn cross.
But he wasn't for God. It was for him.
His brother just saved the world and only a hand full of people knew it.
It wasn't fair, damn it.
It wasn't fucking fair.
His throat was burning but he wasn't going to cry, damn it.
He dragged the pieces of wood out of the woods. He walked over to the Impala and unlocked the back. He felt Cas and Bobby's looks burn into his shoulders. At this point, he could give a flying flip on what they were thinking. His brother was gone and he was still stuck here. He picked the familiar piece of wood and leaned it into its familiar position. He grabbed a hammer from one of the compartments. He pulled off one of the amulets from the roof. Not going to do that anymore, huh?
He walked back over to the pieces of wood. He picked up the pieces of wood and wrapped the leather cord around them. It was ugly cross but it was better than the blank ugly piece of earth that his brother just disappeared into. He set the cross on the ground and started pounding it into the ground.
WHACK!
This wasn't fair. This was completely fucked up.
WHACK!
It has only been about 2 hours since Sam jumped. What does that equal to in hell? Two days….Two weeks?
WHACK!
It wasn't fucking fair.
WHACK!
They screwed destiny. They screwed heaven and hell. In end, they got nothing.
WHACK!
He dropped the hammer on the ground. His hands throb with pain. He dropped to his knees. His throat was burning. His vision became watery as he stared at the cross.
It wasn't fair.
End
A/N: This story was inspired by watching the Season 4 premiere and writing the last chapter of Building Rome. It was also suppose to be post with the final chapter of Building Rome but somehow or another, the last half of the chapter…vanished. So, it was delay until now. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy. Read and review if you wish.