Lullaby • S.W

VIII|

November 2nd, 2005

I heard a car door close down the street, which had drawn my attention away from the textbook I was revising from. Shifting my self from under the books spread across my ratty mattress, and moved quietly across the room towards the window that had the view of the street.

'67 Impala

I smiled recognising the plates and model.

Sam's back.

Removing myself from the window, I'd made my way to the bathroom and from there, back to my bed.

There wasn't any point waiting up, Sam wouldn't return here tonight; in fact he hasn't returned here since he and his girl, Jessica, had started dating - and that's where he would return to tonight.

I'd finally made it back into my bed, textbooks stacked at the edge of my bed. Once my head hit the pillow, my eyes were shut and I was out cold.

****

I was awoken by sirens that were flying down the street. Without any urgency, I sat myself up, and made my nosy little way to the window.

There they were, lined up down the street with a set of apartments engulfed. My brain didn't connect any of the dots, due to it all still being foggy. Once my ass hit the edge of the bed and my body had fallen back on to the bed, my eyes had landed on the ceiling again.

The Impala.
The set of apartments.

My body flung itself up from the mattress, and I bolted for the door and my shoes. Shoes not going on without a fight, I threw them back to the floor and bolted out bare foot.

When my body hit the barricade, made by emergency services, I went into shock and began screaming for either of the boys. In hope they'd made it out, God I'd prayed they'd made it out alive.

I'd been screaming and trying to push past the emergency services for what felt like I good five minutes, until a hand landed on my shoulder.

Fight or flight kicked in, and I'd nearly twisted the poor man's arm before they'd spoke. "Easy there, Tiger."

"Dean, where's Sammy?!" I quizzed, worry and fear lathering my voice.

"He's gonna be okay." He said monotone. "He's lucky I pulled him out when I did." He added, dragging me out of the crowd and towards the car.

There he was at the trunk of the Impala going through the arsenal, with no sign of distress or loss. Just pure anger, and revenge radiating from his being.

"Sam?" I said softly, hoping for something that I knew I wouldn't get.

Nothing, he just shut the hidden compartment in the trunk and climbed into the front of the car.

"See you around, Kiddo." Dean said, joining his brother in the front.