Supernatural One-shots

Silence (Brothers)

                                       Warning: Major Character Death

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           Silence. How is it that silence can be so deafening? How is it that such peaceful stillness can be so suffocating?

        Sam’s chest was heaving as he sprinted across the autumn leaves. He whizzed past little saplings and towering oaks, finally skidding to a halt when he no longer heard the snarling and growling behind him. Wendigos usually aren’t that difficult of a hunt. That is, when there aren’t three of them versus two hunters. Where Dean went, Sam had no idea. He only knew that they’d ran separate ways, Sam being followed by the largest wendigo whilst Dean got chased by the smaller two. Sam’s flare gun was safely tucked in his belt, unable to use it while running.

        In through your nose, out through your mouth. In, out. In, out. Sam repeated this exercise for about a minute before he had control of his heavy breathing. Turning around, Sam peered through the trees, his eyesight sharp. He saw no immediate threats. Wherever Daddy Wendigo went, it wasn’t chasing Sam anymore. Sam raised a hand to his forehead and brushed his hair out of his face, looking around once more. He only saw the golden brown leaves carpeting the forest floor and small rays of light from where the sun shone through the branches and projected onto the decaying leaves and patches of grass. Sam frowned slightly when he could only hear the rustling of the leaves and the joyful chirping of birds, even the quiet trickle of a nearby stream. The peacefulness was definitely not usual for a hunt.

        The serenity was quickly shattered when an ear-piercing scream echoed throughout the woods. Sam’s whole body stiffened and he felt his blood run cold. It was Dean.

        Sam tore away from the site and booked it, running towards the scream. Within a few seconds, the scream died out. Sam slowed to a stop when he reached the origin of the scream. Nothing was there, unless you include a few bright red speckles of blood, prominent against the dark green blades of grass. Sam completed a 360 degree turn, not seeing Dean or any of the wendigos. Sam began to panic, about to call out to his brother when another heart-wrenching scream rang out.

        “Dean!” Sam yelled, racing towards the noise. When the second scream faded away, Sam felt fear and despair begin to overwhelm him, but he pushed the emotions away. He had to find Dean.

        “Dean!” Sam called out again, his hair whipping around as he looked around frantically, worried he’d possibly passed by him. When he heard his brother cry out, though not scream, Sam felt both relieved and terrified. Relieved because Dean sounded close. Terrified because in his whole life, Sam had never heard Dean make such a pathetic, heartbreaking in his whole life. Sam ran a bit further, his eyes darting everywhere. It was like a game of tug-o-war. Always pulling away last second from his grasp. When he spotted his brother’s limp body laying on the damp forest floor, Sam about lost it.

        “Dean!” he cried, rushing to his brother. Sam dropped down to his knees and grabbed his brothers shoulders, shaking him while, at the same time, assessing his body for injuries.

        Dean was an unhealthy shade of pasty white, his lips bearing a small tinge of blue. Four long, nasty claw marks were marred into Dean’s skin, right across his chest and stomach. Sam gasped in a quick intake of breath at seeing Dean’s blood soaked and shredded shirt.

        “Dean, hey. You’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine,” Sam’s mantra was the only thing keeping himself from breaking down. Unsure of where Dean’s leather jacket had gone, Sam removed his own jacket and balled it up, pressing it onto the gashes to help staunch the flow of blood. Dean’s eyes snapped open, followed by a loud gasp of pain, his back arching as he tried to escape the pressure Sam was applying to his injures. Sam kept a tight hold on his brother, keeping the jacket firmly pressed onto the claw marks. Dean’s eyes gave a small twinkle of recognition.

        “S-Sammy?” Dean stuttered, his eyes only opened to half-mast. Sam gave Dean his best reassuring smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, Dean, I’m here,” Sam assured, his breathing wavering and hitching slightly. Sam’s hair fell into his face as he tried to concentrate on the task of stopping the blood flow. Dean rose a hand up and shakily pushed Sam’s hair away from his eyes. Sam’s vision was beginning to cloud with tears, his throat tightening as he tried to bottle his fear, for Dean’s sake. Dean sent Sam a faint smile of his own, his normal lively green eyes were now duller and seemed glazed over.

        “Sam, I-” Dean’s words stopped abruptly as he started a hacking coughing fit, each cough sending a wave of pain crashing through his body, tears of agony stinging in his eyes. Sam felt his entire body begin to tremble when he saw the blood coating his brother’s lips and trickling down his cheek. Sam hastily wiped the trail of blood away.

        “Sam,” Dean tried again, his coughing having subsided. “Sammy, we were so close. S-so close, baby brother. I-I’m proud of us,” Dean breathed, his voice merely a whisper. Dean’s chest sank as he sighed out his last breath, his evergreen eyes fluttering closed for the last time.

        The chilly breeze stirred up a few leaves and sent Sam’s hair flying all over the place. Regardless, Sam felt the tears finally trail down his cheeks at his brother’s words.

        “D-Dean. Don’t leave me, Dean. I need you. I need you,” Sam wept, holding his brother in his arms. Sam’s body wracked with sobs as he held his head low in defeat, not once releasing his tight hold on Dean. Sam was now truly alone.

        The light breeze died down. The birds’ merrily singing had stopped, and the gentle rustling of the leaves was nonexistent. Even the trickle of the stream was gone. Nothing throughout the entire forest made a sound.

        Silence. How is it that silence can be so deafening? How is it that such peaceful stillness can be so suffocating?