The Winchesters. On hold

Everything Is Fine

Dean's POV
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Sam pulled the trigger.
NO!! I screamed. I couldn't lose anyone else, Sam was all I have left ever since Dad went missing.
I would never make it to him in time. I expected to hear the sound of the pistol going off and bits of brains spattering everywhere.
*click* *click*
Wait, that the sound of the pistol out of ammunition. I sigh with relief.
Sam open his eyes and lowered his arm
"Dean?" Sam asked like was just woke up from a trance. "What's going on?"
"Nothing, just-just," I tried to explained. He caught a glimpse of the gun in his had. He yelped and dropped the gun. I quickly kicked it under the bed. "Was I- did I try- ?" Sam said stuttering. "Yes ,you did Sam." I said looking in to his eyes carefully.

Sam groaned and fell back on the bed ,laying on his back, he place his hands on his face. And he mutter something like "it keeps getting worse and worse" I sat down in the bed beside him. "Sam it okay."
"No,Dean it's not ok I nearly shot myself." He yelled as he sat up. "But you didn't the gun had no ammo." I replied. "But what if it did?" He asked "Did I point the gun at you?" "Well- uh -yeah-sorta." He groaned and fell back. "Just face the fact Dean I'm just a dangerous freak." "Hey, hey none of that." I said. "But it's true." Sam argued. "Sammy, enough stop acting like this is all your fault, alright you can't help it,just calm down." I told him but he didn't replied he just repeatedly hitting his face with his hands. "Sam-" "Just give me a moment." He said cutting me off." and it's just Sam." I got up and head out the door. "Find me, when your ready."
But eventually, he didn't I suppose he fell asleep. I couldn't blame him the poor guy nearly killed himself. I looked at my watch 3:10 am. I groan, knowing in need to get some rest soon,but  I have  to make sure that Sam doesn't try to hurt him self again. I quietly crept into the bedroom and Sam fast asleep. I  search the entire bedroom, there wasn't much just a few knives. As I got up to leave,Sam moved his elbow and knocked something over.I walked to the other side of the bed. What the hell? I couldn't believe my eyes that Sammy was sleeping with a machete. Jeez I wonder what will happen if he  had  another nightmare and he had this  thing. I shuddered at that thought. I picked up the blade and walked out of the room. I walked to the living and place the weapons under  the  couch. I had a feeling he  might wake up and walk pass by me and get the gun underneath me that were loaded ,so I grabbed a trip wire from my duffle bag and placed it in front of the door way into the room. Safety first.  Then fell  back on the couch, I rubbed my sore eyes. Then I placed my head on the cushion  and fell asleep.

Sam's POV
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9:30 AM
I wake up with a throbbing headache, great what a perfect way to start a day. I got up from bed and head to the door I stopped for a moment, the door was half open. Didn't  Dean  shut the door earlier? I shook my head, I step outside the room, and saw Dean sleeping on the couch. I sighed I should apologize for freaking him out earlier. I took another step, then something caught my foot. I fell and hit my head against the table. "Agh!" I clutch my head and felt some blood. "Dammit!" Great this is the perfect way to start a terrific day.
Dean shot up from the couch and looked at me.
"Morning, Sam." Dean said as he stuck his hand out. I grab his hand
and stood up. I turned around and look down at the floor and saw Dean's trip wire. I face Dean and glared at him. "Yeah, about that-." "Don't." I said cutting him off . I wince as my head started to throb. "That's going to need some stitches." Dean stated. I sat down to the chair next to me. "Now this is going to hurt." Dean said as he put Vodka on a rag. "Dean this kind of stuff happen for years I don't think- OUCH!!!!" I screamed as Dean dabbed the rag on my forehead.
"Stop being such a baby."

"You know this wouldn't have happen if you didn't put the wire there." I hissed through my teeth.

"Well, that wouldn't have happen if you watched where you where going." He snapped back.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

I rolled my eyes as he put the stitches on me head. "Here." Dean says as he hands me files of the murders.
"Vampires?"

"Maybe."

"Alright, let's going investigate."

"Way ahead of you."
Dean grabbed the car keys and head off to the Impala and head out her door.

~time skip~

We pull up to a large wooden house near a lake.
"This is the house,the girl that was murdered the other day was best friends with these sisters,maybe we will get some answers."Dean said as we head to the front door.
"Who is it?" A voice said before Dean knocked on the door.
"It's the FBI,ma'am." I replied
"What do you want?"
"We want to ask you and your sister some questions about Crystal Miller?"
Dean answered.
There was silence.
"Ok hold on I'm coming."
*Gun cocks*
I glance at Dean, he glance back and nodded. We both reach for our guns. Then the door swung open.
We pointed our guns, but the lady beat us to it. She pointed the gun to Dean's head.
"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered.
"Get inside." She ordered.
Still pointing the gun at Dean, she shut the door.
"Who are you?" She ask.
"We are the FBI." I replied
"Prove i-"
"Ana,what's going on?" A voice called
"Nothing, Ann !" Ana yelled
"Put the gun down." She said as she walked in.
She had a cap covering her eyes, I could barely see her face.
"Put the gun down, Ana ,they are the FBI." She told her sister without looking.
"I'm very sorry sir,my little sister can be very overprotective, but can we do this tomorrow I really not in the mood,and I really have to go."
She said sounding very upset.
"Sure ma'am, call us if you change your mind." Dean said with a smile as he hand her his number and we head out the door.

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