I Carved You

Chapter two: killings

I haven't eaten a lot lately but father is beginning to trust me more. We have been going out together to kill. Sometimes he would let me do the dirty work.
"Dean!" I heard Sam call from the vent. I walk over and sit on the floor.
"Hey there Sammy!" Me and Sam have grown to like each other. Sams a good kid. He likes to study and said he was planning on going to law school until father took him from his family.
"Dean where has he been taking you lately?" [I can't tell sam that... he won't eat if I do.]
"Just out." All of a sudden I feel a blast of hot air.
"Jesus Christ it's hot."
"I thought it was only me." I chuckle and take my shirt off. I lay on the bed and close my eyes.

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"P-please!" His voice cut through my ears. "Please stop..." I pressed the knife slowly into his chest, very slow. I smiled and when it went all the way through, I could hear his final breath. "N...o..."
"Goodnight Michael, maybe next time don't be a pervert." I said, trying to sound as menacing as possible. For a split second, I'm pretty sure I saw father smile. His scruff slightly hiding it.
"Lets get rid of his body." I smiled and nodded. We walked to the tools and he handed me a bone saw. "Your doing it this time." I nodded again and chopped off all his limbs. Almost every time I sliced I would begin to cut then stop and cut in a different location. After I cut them all off father taught me how to properly prepare it. He slid the remaining chunks of meat into the soup and stirred it.
"Good Job Dean..." he smiled and patted my shoulder "I'm
Proud of you." His lisp not making me shiver for once, but comforting me.

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I end up falling asleep, thinking about what had happened. Father was proud of me. Maybe now I will never disappoint him.

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"Dean!" My eyes flutter open upon hearing Sam's voice.
"What?" I rub my eyes and walk to the vent.
"I heard something!"
"It's probably just father. He goes to sleep late."
"N-no... dean... it wasn't normal."
"What was it?"
"It sounded like a scream." [oh god, he's killing someone again.]
"I-it was probably just our imaginatio- just go back to sleep sam, it's late." I quickly went over to my bed. I lay there for what seems like an hour just looking at my ceiling until I finally doze off again.

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"Wake up." This time it wasn't Sam's voice waking me up.
"Father." I get up and rub my eyes.
"I need your help." He leads me out of my room and we head to the dressing room. I put on a leather jacket, sunglasses, and a white tee-shirt.
"Done." He glances at me.
"Not what you usually wear..." I smiled and shrugged. Us going out felt like a father and son going out to play, not to kill someone. It was kind of weird. I know I shouldn't feel happy when he takes me out but it makes me appreciate him more. I think there is something wrong with me.

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I take off the leather jacket and look down at my blood spotted white shirt. I take my shirt off, tossing it in the garbage. I quickly make my way to my room and sit on my bed. I check the time on the clock on the wall. [Its only 11:30 sam should be awake.] The sound of my feet hitting the concrete floor echoed through the room as I walked to the vent.
"Sammy!" I say slightly above a whisper. Shuffling was heard through the vent as Sam made his way to me.
"Hey Dean." I heard a slight break in his voice
"You ok?"
"No," he paused "I've been kid napped and no one will be able to find me." He sobs.
"It's ok Sa-"
"No Dean! It's not!" He sobs louder as he shouts at me.
"It will be." I pause, Remembering what I just swiped from a store.
"Sorry I yelled, I'm just frustrated..." his voice trailed off as I pulled the object out of my pocket. "Dean?"
"One second..." I find a button on the top and press it. At first it's silent but after a couple of seconds we hear music.

'Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are gone.
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more.'

"Where did you get that?" Sam sniffles as the intruments play in the background.
"I swiped it from a store."
"When?"
"The other day."
"The other day- why didn't you try to run?!"
"I've tried, it doesn't help." Sam took a deep breath.
"We aren't getting out of here, are we?"
"No. Not until we learn the way of Ca-" all of a sudden a loud voice interrupted me.
"Go to bed boys!" Father yelled from the hall, i quickly pressed the button on the top of the musical box, shutting it off.
"Ok! Goodnight father!" I called back.
"Goodnight Dean." He responded.
"Goodnight Dean, I'll talk to you when you wake up." I turned my head towards the vent as Sam spoke.
"Goodnight Sammy." I smiled even though he couldnt see me.

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I woke up and Layed in bed for a while. after about an hour of laying in bed, thinking, i hear Sam yawn from his vent.
"Mornin' Sammy."
"Good morning Dean."
"Mornin' Dean-o" I hear a voice on my right, his menacing voice ringing through my ears. i pound my hands to my forehead. [why isnt he gone?] I glance at him to check if he looks the same. Nope. Same shirt blonde hair, Same piercing blue eyes that stares into you like he was playing with your mind. "We havent spoken in a while. Seems its time to have a chat!" The man said cheerfully. His mouth curling up at the corners. He smiled as if he was telling a joke that he only got.
"Did you sleep good?" I questioned Sam, completely ignoring Nick.
"I slept ok, what about you? i thought i heard-" Sam was quickly cut off by Nick
"You dreamt about me!" He smiled again and leaned against the wall. "You cant ignore me Dean-o," he slowed his words down, each word entering my head like a song that doesn't stop. "one day you will give in- maybe soon, you won't know. It will just happen. You wont be able to hold yourself together. When that time comes around.... You.." He paused, adding a small laugh. "Will break..."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shouted desperately, closing my eyes, wanting him to Leave. i open my eyes and he's gone.
"Dean?" I run my hand through my hair as sam spoke, hearing the fear in his voice. "Who are you talking to?"