The broken son

6. Family

"Sherlock, no! Sherlock, please, talk to me, don't leave me, you hear? Stay with me!", John's voice broke as he kneeled next to his bleeding unconscious friend. The detective was hardly breathing, his chest moving too slowly. Tears were streaming down his face. He was whispering now."Don't leave me, Sherlock. Not again. You are all I have now, I've lost everything but you. Please."

"Step away, the nanogenes know what do do!", the Captain clapped his hands and small yellowish lights like fireflies appeared out of nowhere and circled the fallen man almost completely.

Everyone was in silence.

Five, ten minutes passed. There was no sign of improvement in the wounded. He was laying in a little puddle of his own blood.

After some tensioned time, the lights start to flicker and disappeared completely.

The look on the Doctor's face was concerned and his head was low.

"Is that it?", he asked."Is this how the famous Sherlock Holmes will go?"

"We'll figure something. I have this friend in America, it won't take long to get there. She'll be able to help us, I'm almost sure. She's saved my life before. John,", he looked at the man with a sad face, even though still handsome."Look after Sherlock, okay? I'll get us there as fast as I can. Doctor, I'll need your help, I also want to tell you something. About her.", the Doctor's jaw went wide opened."And you, handsome,", he winked at Dean,"stay with the lovebirds over there. Moral support."

Jack turned around and the alien followed him immediately.

Dean walked to where John was sitting on the floor, clutching Sherlock's slender hand in his own.

"He's gonna be fine, you know? I'm sure the Doctor will find a way to get him back to his feet. He did the same thing for me.", the hunter said.

John just looked up at him and nodded his head with gratitude.

A minute of silence.

"We're here, get ready for landing!", Jack's voice was full of relief.

The ship landed on a field near a small country house. Everything was looking so familiar for the Winchester. From the bright blue sky to the long, golden field. It was beautiful, he couldn't deny.

"Welcome, the house over there is where we have to go, I'm sure Molly'd love to see us! One of the best healers I've met in time and space. Come on, Dean, help John carry Sherlock out.", Jack was grinning like this place was heaven. It really could be, thought Dean, if it wasn't painfully familiar and if there wasn't an almost dead man he had to carry all the way to the house.

A middle-aged woman opened the door and smiled widely at the Captain.

"Jack! What a surprise you've come again- oh my goodness, is he dead? Get him inside, faster!"

"Thanks Molly, I knew I could count on you. He got shot by a dalek about ten minutes ago, is there still a chance he'll live?"

Molly looked at him with her big eyes and Jack simply shut up.

Dean and John layed the man on the kitchen table where Molly pointed and Dean got out, closing the room behind his back. Harkness was leaning against the wall.

"Is he okay?"

"I don't know.", the hunter gulped and finally asked the question that was fighting its way out of his throat."Where are we?"

"Lawrence, Kansas. Why? You know the place?"

"I- yes, I do. How long are we staying here?"

"I don't know. A few days, probably."

"I'm going out, I need to get some fresh air.", Dean managed to say.

"Okay"

He exited the house as fast as possible. The man started walking down the old unused road until he reached the suburbs. It's been years since he last came here.

Dean walked past houses with happy families having dinner or watching TV together. Happy. Something Dean never was, an emotion he never truly got to feel. But Sam was happy. Because of his bigger brother's sacrifice, he could live his childhood almost normally.

The young man reached an area with fence and a label.

Lawrence graveyard.

Dean took a deep breath and entered the area. He knew what he was searching for and he knew exactly where to find it, even though it's been so long.

He walked slowly, his footsteps quiet against the alley. He tucked his hands in his old leather jacket's pockets and clenched his firsts. He was almost there, he could see the place from where he stopped to take a shaking breath.

He came nearer, until he was finally standing infront of a gravestone.

He kneeled and gently brushed his hand at the name written there with beautiful letters.

Mary Winchester.

He remembered his mother so well. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen- hee long blond hair and sparkling blue eyes made her look younger than she actually was. She was so kind and lovely, everyone who has ever met her would say that. She was- She was.

Dean couldn still remember the fire, the heat, when he carried his little brother out of the burning house where his mum was on the ceiling of the nursery. Sammy didn't even know Dean saved him. That night their life changed.

The man forced a smile despite the tears that were beginning to burn in his eyes.

"Hey, mum. It's Dean. I came back, just as I promised you, remember?"

He looked at the sky, wondering if Mary could actually hear him. He smiled again.

"You'd never believe what happened. Remember the angels you were telling me about? That every good man had his own angel? I think I found mine. He's probably up there with you right now. His name was Castiel. I loved him so much.", he could feel the tears on his cheeks.

"It's been so long since I last came here. Sammy's grown up. He's a strong man, he almost became a lawyer. He's very smart, just like you. He's helped so many people. You would have been proud of him.", the Winchester paused.

"I couldn't bring you any flowers, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I had to. I had- I had to save you. I blame and hate myself every day for that. I couldn't save you. I couldn't save dad. I couldn't save Cas. I'm useless!", his eyes were red from crying."Do you know how it feels like to look in the mirror and hate what you are seeing? Because that happens to me all the time. I'm broken. I can't hold myself together anymore. I miss you, mum. I really miss you.", Dean collapsed on his mother's grave and cried for everything he couldn have had. For everything and everyone he has lost.

If someone who could see ghosts walked near the place where the Winchester was crying and talking with a gravestone, he would see a white female figure with a nightgown standing next to the young man, hugging him and gently stroking his hair, tears streaming from her sparkling blue eyes down her beautiful face.