Hunters and the Hunted

<Hunter>

         "Dean!" Dad screams out my name. I peer over at him, one of these blood-sucking monsters tackled him down. I want to run over to save my old man but, I too have a situation. A vampire is pinning me against a wall here! I struggle against my own vamp to kill, and I eventually kill it with a slice of its neck. I sprint over to my Dad, who has killed the creature already. I stop in my tracks as I see his face. 

"Dean, you know damn well if that was Sam, he would've been dead." Dad crosses his arms, pissed.

"Sorry, dad. I wasn't strong enou-" I begin, but he interrupts me.

"You're 16! You should be stronger than your old man already. We have to kill the demon that killed your mother! At this rate, your children will be doing it if you can't kill a vamp faster." Dad walks over and takes my blade with a snatch. I look at the dirt and the blood. Dad walks around the impala and tucks the weapons back into the truck. Why was I so slow? I sigh and drag my feet to the passenger door of the car. Dad shakes his head, and I look at him.

"No, you'll be walking to the motel Dean. You need to be faster and stronger!" Dad yells at me. I give him a pissy face. "Stop being a little bitch, and step away from the car." I do as I'm told and step away. He drives off. 

"You're the piece of shit father who leaves their son out in the fucking woods." I roll my eyes, and wipe the blood from my face from earlier, I don't want it to look like I killed someone...that would be bad for the police to catch me. 

. . .

I look at my watch, 1:00am. God damnit, it took me an hour to get here? I have school later. It doesn't matter though, we'll be leaving for a new town soon anyways. We just killed the vamps here. I open the door to the room, and see Sam still up and Dad not here yet. Damn drunk.

"Dean!" Sam runs up to me, and hugs my stomach. He's really growing, huh?

"Heya Sammy, why are you still up?" I question Sam, as I kick my shoes off of my feet.

"I was waiting for you, you know how I get when it's a hunting night with both of you." Sam wriggles his toes.

"Well, now we're both going to be tired tomorrow for school." 

"Not if Dad keeps to his word." Sam sits on our bed.

"He's out drinking now, you know he won't. Now, go to bed Sammy. I don't want you to still be awake when he comes back." 

"It's not normal Dean.." Sam sighs. 

"I guess you could say it's Supernatural then." I pop a joke. Sam pushes me a little bit. "In all seriousness though, go to sleep. You still have a future." I ruffle Sammy's hair. He pouts but then, he lays down and tries to sleep. I get up and turn off the lights. "Night Sam." 

"Night Dean.." Sam yawns as he rolls over. I smile, but I hear a car roll up to the parking area. I know full well who it is. Dad. I decide to leave the bedroom, locking the door behind me. I glare at the door, sighing. The door opens.

"Dean.." The drunken man croaks, the smell of alcohol drifts all the way from my side of the living room. "It's all your fault, you know that?" Dad walks over, his face furious. He swings his fist at my face, but I thankfully dodge. I have to be as quiet as possible, not to wake up Sam. Only god knows that he's seen and heard enough of my injuries. I don't notice a knee going up and hitting me where the sun doesn't shine. I bite the inside of my cheeks and fall to the ground slowly. I begin to take the beating like usual. Ten kicks to the stomach, cough up blood, maybe break one of my ribs, and for good measure punch my face until I pass out or until Dad passes out. I hate to see Dad like this, I hate to see him without Mom. 

I wished that Mom would've just stayed in bed. But, she had to check on Sammy, I don't blame her. I just wish...I didn't have to be a Hunter. I am not a great one, at that. Dad wants to hunt the son of a bitch that killed mom, but we have zero leads. Zip. So, we go through town, to town hunting anything in our path. 'Saving People, Hunting things, the family business', Dad said this when I was younger...and it was our moto until he got obsessed with drinking the pain away. It wasn't until I was 12 that he hit me for the first time. 

. . .

"Dean! Wake up!" A familiar voice calls out. I decide to open my eyes...well barely. One eye is swollen and the other is completely fine. I see Sam's tearful eyed face, and I sit up with cracking sounds deep within my body.

"Sup, Sammy." I ruffle his hair with pain running down my arm and back up again, in a cycle.

"Don't 'Sup Sammy' me! You're beaten again, and...Dad is passed out on the couch again." Sam sighs, wiping his tears away. "When I got up, I saw your face and your body and...you're in a pool of your own blood! I thought he'd really done it this time.." Sam cries more again. I hug him.

"It's okay...I'm okay, I just will have to skip school again. I'll drop you off and...head to the hospital if you want me-" I begin, only for Sam to nod with vigor. "Okay, I'll go to the hospital and check myself out." I release Sam from the hug, and stand up...with a limp. I groan in pain as I stand up straight. Sam is in front of me, in case I dive into slumber. 

"I'll be right here in case you need to lean on me.." Sam cries out.

"No, you need to get ready for school." I sigh.

"But-"

"You're not fighting me on this Sammy, you can get a job! Have a normal life later, please take this as an opportunity."

"Okay...but holler if you need anything."

"That's my line Sam.." I smile at my brother.

"I know." He sniffles and runs into his room again to change. I walk to the bathroom to check myself out in a mirror, I look horrid; My hair is a mess, my eye is almost a blueberry blue, one of my ribs looks out of place, and then there's the massive cut dragging from my chest to stomach.  It's not deep, but it's bleeding. I look deeper into my eyes, they look lifeless. I look lifeless, I could be a corpse. I try to fix whatever I can, and gel my hair. I look...presentable for a homeless kid.

"Sam let's go, you're going to be late." I speak out loud, as I grab the impala's keys. 

"I'm coming! Just give me a sec..." Sam appears to be writing down something on a piece of paper. He quickly comes to the front door (with his backpack), and he hands me the paper. I read it as we walk to the car.  Sam tried to create a doctor's note, for himself.

"Uh, Sammy? What is this?" I question.

" A doctor's note for me, you didn't think that I'd let you go by yourself, did you?" Sam smiles.

"Sammy, but your schooling-"

"So what? This is an emergency!" 

"Okay, I'll just call you in then." I know this will cause more rage later on for Dad, but he won't remember it anyways. 

. . .

I park in the parking lot, and I turn to Sam. "Listen, you do not leave my sight. You hear me?" 

"Yes, besides, I have to keep an eye on you." Sam retorts, and gets out of the impala. I chuckle slightly, but it's painful. This is going to be one hell of a month...