Time It Right // Sabriel

Prologue

Note: Dean is 8 years older than Sam in this story.

4 years ago

"Sammy!" I yelled. The house was completely trashed. Beer stains on the walls from thrown bottles, broken glass littering the floor.

"SAM!" I called again, terror welling up in my chest. My pulse thudded in my ears.

I kept mumbling his name over and over, trying to fight back the oncoming panic attack.

Furniture flipped over, half empty beer can strewn about. It was a disaster area.

Something on the floor caught my eye. It was a reddish brown feather. I froze, what kind of monster got in? I got my hand gun out of my waistband, cocking it, ready to fire.

"SAMMY!" I yelled, throwing up my stone faced facade. I moved silently through the house.

I spotted blood on the floor. "NoNoNoNo" I repeated in my head over and over. Sam couldnt be hurt. He just cant.

I followed the blood trail, to Sam's room.

"Sam?" I spoke loudly, my voice gruff as my facade started falling.

I heard a small whimpering from his room. Thats all I needed.

I threw open the door, throwing my gun up, ready to fire. I scanned the room quickly.

"Dean?" I whipped my head towards the sound.

I zeroed in on Sam. He was shaking, curled up in a ball.

"Sammy." I breathed, rushing over to my 10 year old brother. I set my gun on his bed before enveloping him in a hug. He snuggled into my chest, breaking down into tears.

"I killed him. H-he was go-gonna kill me Dean. He was gonna kill me." He cried.

"Who? Who did you kill Sammy?" I whispered, but I had a feeling I already knew who.

"Dad." He whispered.

(Oh wouldnt this be a great place to stop?)

He buried his head further into my chest. Hie chestnut colored hair had some blood and...

"Sammy, what's this?" I picked the feather out of Sam's hair. It was the same color as the one I saw downstairs.

He started crying harder.

"Sam please." I whispered, cradling him to me.

"I have wings Dean." He whispered.

Ok. New story. Yada yada yada.