Fatal (Winchester Sister 2)

All Hell Breaks Loose

"It's my fault."

The words were like an incantation falling from my mouth as I paced back and forth in the white wine bitter sun. Uncle Bobby popped my shoulder back in a while ago. But that's the least of my worries. What's number one is the crap I'm going to cop from Dean when he snaps. Then again, maybe it isn't number one. It could be the fact that I got my big brother killed in my battle, my fight. Hunter did that because my game would be thrown off, making me weak and vulnerable for the next time we meet; hopefully not too far away so I can empty a bullet chamber into his brain.

The dark thoughts took over me from killing Hunter to even killing myself to escape the emotional carving that I'm going to get soon. The second one won't do any good. Two dead siblings on Dean's conscience would rip his damaged mental state into shreds. Not that it already has.

He was just standing there in the doorway. Emotionless, freakishly quiet, blank, numb. Watching the boy he swore to protect as he laid on the mattress in the middle of the room. Sam was Dean. Emotionless, freakishly quiet, blank, numb. Dean's thought were either racing at a thousand miles an hour or had completely stopped. That's what grief is. Intense sorrow. So intense that you are unable to form coherent thoughts until the right time.

Uncle Bobby entered the house with a bucket of chicken. "Dean?" he asked. "Brought you this back."

Dean didn't move. "No, thanks. I'm fine." He retrieved a flask from his back pocket and took a swig.

"You should eat something."

He finally got away from the wall, moving towards us in the dining room. "I said I'm fine."

"I hate to bring this up now, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time we... bury Sam?"

"No." He didn't miss a beat in answering.

"Maybe we could..."

"What? Torch his corpse? Not yet." He was way too calm about this.

"I want you both to come with me." I was happy with that but Dean...

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Dean, please," I said.

"Shut up. Can you cut me some slack?"

"I just don't think that you two should be alone in this, that's all. I gotta admit, I could use your help."

Dean snorted.

"Something big is going down. End of the world big."

"Well, then let it end!"

I yelped at the suddenness of it, jumping and placing my hands over my mouth.

"You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough?! I'm done with it. I'm done with all of it. And if you know what's good for you, you'd turn around, leave her here, and get the hell out."

Uncle Bobby stood there, shaking his head.

"Go!" He yelled, shoving him.

I stood from my seat and grabbed Dean's arm which was threatening to swing again. "Dean."

There was a pause before he realized what had just happened. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

"Uncle Bobby, I'll call you later, okay?" I told him, silently pleading him to comply with Dean's orders.

Uncle Bobby sighed and headed towards the door, "you know where I'll be." He walked out, leaving Dean and I alone. Suddenly, my brother's strong arms were around me in an embrace that I wouldn't dare escape, sobbing into my shoulder.