Guns n' Roses (Supernatural Fanfiction)

The girl who can save my brother's ass

THEN

"No Vien, Wait!" The older man grabbed her shoulders to halt her. "It's not your fault."

"OH REALLY?! Do enlighten me." She swallowed hard. It was hard to let words she locked deep down to flow out especially in front of this man. Not in front of this man. Fuck it. Fuck them all. She thought. "ON HOW THE FUCK IS IT NOT MY FAULT? HOW THE FUCK AM I NOT A MONSTER LIKE THEM." It felt like knives scratching her throat. Every breath she let out shook. She bellowed but she felt all her words came out as a whisper. Came out like big, big chains wrapping silently around her, tightening as she let it sink to her mind. She's not normal, she exactly like them. A fucking murder.

"You promised me Vien." He said quietly, still gripping her shoulder like it's the only thing tying her humanity down.

"You know John?" she stopped walking and looked back at him.

"What fucking hurts? Is that I kept believing, believing I can have this..." she bit her lips.

"This fucking normal life that everyone rejects. I totally believed for a minute then after that reality will smack my dreaming ass that no matter how I struggle, fight this thing, this darkness? The truth will always fucking bitch slap me right on the kisser." She closed her eyes.

"I will always be a monster, scratch that, a terrible fucking monster."

She looked at him straight in the eyes. "So I'm sorry if I'm going to say this. To hell with you and your promise."

Then she walked away.

NOW

"How's the car coming along?"

"Slow." Dean as usual answered coldly. Sam noticed the difference in his brother's attitude, he's personality, his indifference even the add up cockiness.

"Yeah? Need any help"

"What? you under hood? I'll pass." He answered without looking.

"Anything else then?"

"Stop it Sam." Sounding annoyed all of a sudden.

"Stop what?"

"Stop asking if I needed anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise."

Sam did not bought one bit, he continued to try to make his brother speak up, rant, vent, anything works.

"Alright, Dean. It's just that we've been in Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up dad once."

Dean looked at him with more irritation carved around his face.

"You know what? You're right." Sam nods expecting some serious talk.

"Come here I wanna lay on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry or hug or even slow dance." He said sarcastically.

"Don't patronize me Dean." Sam said clearly pissed off on how he's brother was acting. Pretending to be tough, pretending to not care, only make him more worried.

"Dad is dead. The colt is gone and it seemed it's pretty damn likely that the demon's behind on all of this and you're acting like nothing happened."

"Waddya want me to sa-" Sam didn't let him finish.

"SAY SOMETHING ALRIGHT?" he half shouted. "Anything, Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? but all you do is sit here all day long bury underneath this damn car."

"Revenge huh?" he looked back at Sam.

"Yeah."

"Sounds good. Got any leads on where the demon is? Making heads and tails with any of Dad's research? Cause I sure ain't. D'you know what do we do when we do find it? Oh. Wait, like you said the colt's gone, but I'm sure you figured out another way to kill it. We got nothing Sam. Nothing. Okay? See, the only I can do is I can work on the car." He said with a temper that matched Sam's.