Supernatural Oneshots

Things You Said While You Were Crying (Sam and Dean)~Teenagers (Part 1)

THIS IS NOT WINCEST. I despise that ship. I can usually get behind most, but (W)incest is where I draw the line.

"Dean! Sam! Grab what you can and run!" Mary Winchester shouted at her sons, as the smoke began to rise around them.

"But-but Mom!" Sam cried. At eleven years old he didn't seem to fully understand what was happening to them, which was an assassination. John was a well-known politician, who had tons of supporters. However the people that were against him, were against him. Mary, on the other hand, had written a controversial book that gave her her fair share of haters-which led them tonight.

"Sammy let's go!" Dean growled. At fifteen, he knew full-well what was happening, and given the choice between Sam and his parents, he would always choose Sam. "Grab anything you can from your room and get outside! Avoid any smoke or fire, and do not fricking die!" Dean shouted at him, despite being a couple feet apart.

"O-okay, Dean." Sam turned and ran shakily down the short hall, stumbling a but at the doorway.

Dean hoped against all hope that Sammy would get there and back safely. Meanwhile he also sprinted to his own room to grab whatever he could carry. The fire was slow spreading, but impossible to put out because of some new chemical arsonists had created.

Dean grabbed a pile of clothes, a family photo, car keys, and his shotgun from his room and ran into the hall and out the door, hoping Sam had already made it outside. He looked around frantically before spotting him. He was staring blankly at what had once been their home.

Dean noticed Sam had grabbed some clothes, a couple books, and his journal. Sam was quite the artist at eleven years old. He strode over and silently wrapped his arm tightly around Sam's shoulder. "They'll be out in a couple minutes." He said reassuringly, knowing full well he was probably lying.

Sam looked up at him with dark, depressed eyes. "No they won't. If they're not out already, they're not getting out. You told me yourself, that kind of fire can't be put out."

Dean grabbed Sam's shoulders and turned him so they were facing each other. "Hey, look at me." He tilted his brother's chin so he was looking into Sam's eyes. "It will be alright. Even if they don't make it, we'll be fine. We'll get through it."

Even though they both knew the odds of their parents making it out alive, they sat together on the grass, hoping to see their parents every time the smoke shifted slightly. This went on until the first rays of the sun began peaking over the horizon.

Dean kissed the top of the young boy's head. "We'll get through this." He said, though he was trying to convince himself more than Sam.

Sam turned his eyes to Dean, just as the first tears began spilling over. "How can you be sure?" He whispered.

"Because that's what we do. That's what they did, and that's what we'll do."

"I love you, Dean." Sam said.

Dean cracked a small smile. "I love you too, Sammy."

I know they're not really acting like they lost their parents, but taking shock and the denial into mind, I wrote it like this.

Four years later

Dean's POV
"I miss them, Dean." Sam said, the tears in his bloodshot eyes reflecting the gold and red hues of their campfire.

Dean wrapped his arm protectively around his younger brother's shoulders. "I miss them too, Sammy." He then went to tend the fire and make sure it didn't go out because of the fierce wind.

"No I mean like really miss them. It gets harder to imagine their faces each day. I miss mom's smile, and dad's laugh. I miss the home cooked meals and church even." They had managed to buy a small camper when Dean turned sixteen and had lived out of it. Dean worked as much as he could, and the second Sam was old enough for a job, he had gotten one.

"I get it Sammy," Dean said gently. "I really do."

"Dean I don't think so. You had so much more time. They tau-taught you to drive, and were there for your first dance, and kiss, and date, and first day of middle school, and high school," Sam's tears were coming in full force now, he was on the edge of a full breakdown. "They missed all of that! And for what?! To spread their stupid beliefs? To let the world know that the Winchesters should be targeted? And killed? I just want a fucking normal life."

Dean sighed heavily and walked back over to wrap his arms around Sam. Within minutes, the front of his shirt was soaked with Sam's tears, mixed in part with Dean's own. "I know Sam, but look at me. You've got me. I was there for all of it, and I will be there for everything else."

Sam averted his eyes. "Yes, but you're not mom. Or dad." Hurt flickered through Dean's eyes, gone before Sam could look up and see.

"I'm not mom or dad, but I'm your brother and will always be there. Just like you've been there for me."

Sam sighed a little, "Yes. I will be there for your jerkass. I love you Dean. Just promise you won't ever leave?"

Dean smiled down at Sam. "I promise. I love you too. Now how about some roasted marshmallows to go with your angst?"

Sam laughed and accepted the special treat from Dean.

"You're the best, Dean."

"I know, bitch."

Not quite a thousand words, but I'm tired and just wanted to finish this tonight. Not edited.