Shattered: The Sequel to Mirrors

Fratricide

Sam was standing in the archway between the kitchen and living room when he heard his father's voice. It sent chills through his body. The last time he had seen John Winchester was the night that he had kidnapped Sam and Dean. When Dean had died in Sam's arms. 

"No, I don't think we need to talk, John. I think you need to leave," Michael said calmly. Lucifer looked like he was going to jump off the couch, but Gabriel put a hand on his shoulder. Michael could fight his own battles. 

"I don't think this is a choice you get to make, Michael. They're not your kids," John said. Sam suddenly wished Gabriel was holding him back instead of Lucifer, because chuck knew that Sam might just go kill the man himself. Luckily Charlie was there. She grabbed one of his arms and gestured for him to wait. 

"How many times are you going to say that, John? I know they're not my kids. They're yours, right? But you weren't there. You weren't there before you disappeared, you weren't there after, and since you had the oppurtunity to make things right with them, you've failed. Again and again. So sorry for trying to fix what you fucked up," Michael snapped. "I don't think you have any authority to lecture me on what it means to be a father." 

"Don't you dare patronize me, Michael. You think you're better than me? What sort of example are you setting? You've already turned my youngest into a fag..." John started. He didn't get through the sentence though because Michael punched him square in the jaw. John looked so shocked that he just rubbed his mouth and stared at Michael. 

"You can say whatever the fuck you want about me, but you leave Sam and Dean out of this. Don't you dare fucking say a bad word about either of them because I will not hesitate to do a lot worse than that to your face," Michael said in a low growl. 

"Is this what you want? To fight me, Michael?" John snarled. 

"No. But if you don't shut up, I don't think I'll have much of a choice," Michael snapped. 

"You've always been a pathetic faggot brother..." John said. 

"What did you just say?" Dean asked. Sam honestly hadn't even noticed his brother come down the stairs. Dean was standing there, looking caught somewhere between hurt and angry. But mostly confused. Michael winced. 

"This is why I wanted to talk outside, John," Michael said softly. "It's nothing, Dean. Go back upstairs," Michael said, and Sam honestly couldn't believe his uncle was still trying to protect what the boys thought of their father. 

"What did you say?" Dean snapped at John, all but ignoring Michael. 

"What, are you going to take this faggot's side?" John growled. 

"You mean my uncle? The one who took care of me and Sam when you were so hell-bent on revenge you somehow let a demons possess you? You mean the guy who stood up for Sam against demons, for me against angels, the one who took care of Sammy after I died? The guy who helped bring me back from Hell?" Dean continued. "Yeah, well fuck you Dad. Of course I'm going to take his side over yours. God, you're pathetic." 

"Dean, please," Michael said, still trying to protect John for some reason. Sam wanted to cheer for his brother, but restrained himself. He knew Dean needed to do this more than he did. Dean needed to be the one to stand up to John. 

"No, Michael, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let him talk to you like that. Or talk about Sammy like that. If he calls you that, I can guarantee he'd say the same thing about Sam if he hasn't already. And no one talks to my brother like that," Dean snapped the last part at John. "So I recommend you leave before we send Lucifer after your ass." 

"Yeah, I think I made a couple of promises to you that I have to yet to fulfill," Lucifer said loudly from the couch, where Gabriel was practically sitting on the elder archangel to keep him from killing John on the spot. 

There was a long silence. John took a step backward, and Sam watched as he turned around as if to walk off the porch. And then he turned around and there was the flash of a metal blade going straight for Michael. But then Dean moved quickly, grabbing the blade in John's hand and forcing his arm to twist so the blade went straight into John's abdomen. 

"John?" Michael said, catching his brother as he fell to the porch floor. Dean took a frazzled step backward. Sam rushed to his brother's side as Gabriel went to Michael. Lucifer was up and and dragging John into the house. 

"You two. Upstairs. Now," Lucifer barked at Sam and Dean. Sam guided a frazzled Dean up the stairs and pulled him into the first room. It was Cas's room. The angel woke up groggily and blinked at Sam and Dean. It was the first time Sam had seen his wings close up, and they were horribly burnt, falling apart and mangled. 

"Hello Dean," Cas said gruffily, partially because he had just woken up and partially from pain. "Sam." 

"Hey, Cas," Sam said, and he sat Dean down at the edge of the bed. 

"What did I do Sammy?" Dean said softly. Sam looked at him helplessly. Cas crawled across the bed and sat behind Dean, resting his chin on his shoulder. From the way he was looking at Sam, he figured the angel must have dreamed about what happened or read one of their minds because what he said confirmed he knew what had happened. 

"You saved Michael's life," Castiel mumbled in Dean's ear, and grabbed the hunter's hand. Sam cleared his throat as Dean shut his eyes. He was pretty sure he was interrupting something. He slipped out of the room and almost ran straight into Ash. 

"Are you okay?" Ash asked, face filled with concern. Sam blinked at her in confusion. "Because your dad just got stabbed," she explained with maximum sass. Sam grabbed her arm and pulled her into another room. 

"Should I be upset? Because I'm not. He was...he was never a good dad. He wasn't even a passable father. He used to hit me, you know that?" Sam asked, looking down at the scar on his arm from when John had broke his arm one day when he was really drunk. "I meant it, when I said Michael was my dad this morning. I would have him over John every day." Ash gave him a sympathetic smile and nodded. 

"Okay, figured I'd just check, now that we're all buddies here," Ash said. "I don't think he's going to be okay." 

"John?" Sam asked. She nodded. "Should I feel bad for hoping he isn't alright?" 

"No. I think it's fair for you to feel like that," Ash said, patting his shoulder before leaving. 

Okay...so I wanted to write another one because it's one in the morning and I don't want to go to sleep yet. Although I told my friend that if I got stabbed I'd bleed Dr.Pepper or Rainbow Sparkles so I think I've officially broken my brain. I apologize if anything in this chapter doesn't make sense, my brain is broken. 

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