Echos in the Dark

Chapter 33

"SAM!" I cried out my baby brothers name. I saw the side of his head had been grazed. Rick and Shame helped picked him up.

"Oh my god! Oh my god is he-" I didn't hesitate to punch the cunt who shot my baby brother.

"You stupid bitch! You shot my brother!" T-Dog held me back.

"This is why we can't give you a gun! Because you need practice you damned twat! People die because of people like you!"

"Enough, Daphen! Let's just get your brother to Hershel." T-dog let me go and I huffed nodding. I looked at her and glared.

"Stay away from guns and don't you dare think of coming near me and my family." I said before helping Shane by taking his place under my brother's arm and making our way to Hershel.

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We managed to get Sam to Hershel and I helped him stitch up Sam. He had asked me where I learned this medical skill.

"Even for a hunter this looks professional."

"Every chance I got by being dropped of with Bobby's I'd ask him to take me to the library or let me use his computer to learn anything medical. I knew it could at least come in handy during jobs." He nodded and we finished stitching Sam up. He left me alone with my brother.

Sam was asleep which was good, he needed it. I sighed and looked at my hands. I hesitantly put my hand on his head and closed my eyes feeling myself shiver. I opened my eyes to see him slowly healing.

"I'll come back in an hour to remove the stitches, stay strong baby bro." I kissed his temple and left the room to go outside. I saw Daryl holing his head. Castiel and Dean walked up to me.

"How-"

"He's fine Dean. I- I healed him. An hour later we need to remove the stitches."

"Heard you went Mike Tyson on the chick who shot him." I rolled my eyes.

"I can't deal with her shit right now. I need a drink."

"Now we know you're serious. I got a few beer bottles in the trunk."

"Anything will do honestly." I sighed rubbing the bridge of my nose. Castiel came scooted next to me.

"You used your hands?" I blinked and nodded.

"I'm not letting my brothers die. Especially by a gunshot like that. I'm not letting anyone die, not you, not Ace, not anyone. I love you guys." Castiel looked at bit uncomfortable and opened his arms a bit. I smiled.

"Sam once said hugs make you feel better."

"He's right." I walked up to him and hugged him.

"Thank you." I let go of him and he titled his head like a curious child.

"My brothers might say it randomly and sometimes forget to say it, but thank you, even for the crazy shit you've done before, you always bounce back. Thank you. It might not mean much but it does to me." I smiled. He furrowed his brows and then looked back to me and smiled.

"I'm still trying to understand human emotions but I feel...warm?"

"You're happy I believe."

"How do you deal with everything?" He asked. I was a bit taken back by the question.

"What do you mean?"

"Out of everyone I've met you and your brothers hold many battle scars than I've seen in the past. Your brothers drink or go off and find jobs. You worry about your son, your brothers, Bobby, and even me. You saved so many people, I think most would be tired." I smiled softly.

"Most do get tired. But, Dean may be our older brother but if anything they're both like my little brothers. I always took care of them. Fought for them. Protected them...jumped in front of a punch or bullet for them. It all began with John, I guess I had a mother's instinct when I was young. Always putting them first." I smiled at the memories of taking care of my brothers at Bobby's. "If I break down I do it for a small time then I bounce back and put on a smile because I still have you guys. I'll be damned if this new world takes anyone of you guys away from me."

"It's no wonder why many respect you." I chuckled softly. I saw Dean coming back with a beer bottle in his hand.

"I only do what I believe is right. I guess it's like a family moto. Fighting for what's right and stopping the wrong." He tossed me the bottle and I caught it taking out a pocket knife and popping the cap off the bottle and started drinking.