MISSIONS

Chapter 5- Word Vomit

*Dean's POV*

How could this happen? I thought quietly to myself. Actually, I knew damn well what happened. I was just still in shock. A series of events followed after the drive home earlier today. The words Sam shouted at me were burned into my mind, no way they were ever getting the hell out, it seemed.

{FLASHBACK}

Once we got home, it was extremely quiet. Too quiet. "You know, you could at least give a shit," Sam protested, with his head turned away from mine. Both of us were in the living room, an inevitable argument laid out before us.

"Tell me why I would give a shit," I spat. "We have a job for Pete's sake. Look man, I don't wanna bicker with you, I really don't. But geez, just let it go."

"You are such a puppet," Sam dared to whisper.

"Come again?"

"You heard me. All this time, you've been Dad's slave. For once in your goddamn life, do something that Dad didn't tell you to do. Have your own mind. I'm begging you."

The words sounded as cold as ice. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I just knew right at that moment I'd be haunted by those words.

"I'm dropping out," I said.

"Dropping out?"

"Yep. Fuck school. I'll just continue doing what I do best. At least there's one loyal son in this screwed up family!" I shouted. My blood was boiling. My body hasn't been this tense since such a long time. It was word vomit. I couldn't control it. I couldn't control anything. It was just the heat of the moment.

"Whatever," Sammy answered, walking away. I just stood there, lost in my own confusion.

{END OF FLASHBACK}

I sighed a deep sigh and laid down. I stared up into the plain white ceiling. I wished I couldn't think at all. Just then, I heard my phone ring. I got up and extended my arm to it. I looked to see who it was and it turned out to be Bobby.

"I've got a job for you," he spoke the moment I answered.

"And hello to you too, Bobby."

"There are vampires out near by. You know what to do. I can't go out for...specific reasons. Stay safe. Tell that moose of a brother of yours I said hi."

And with that, Bobby hung up. I wondered what his specific reasons were for not coming to the hunt. I shrugged. It probably didn't matter. I decided to go without Sam.

Vampires. That would probably help to get my mind off of recent events. I got out and headed towards the Impala. Once I got in, I put some classic rock on full blast, and started the engine. "Alright, let's do this."

~~~~~

Once I reached my destination, I broke into the house Bobby'd sent me to. I'd turned off the stereo a few streets back. I didn't see a sign of them anywhere.

Must be hiding, I thought to myself.

As I walked around, I seemed to have accidentally stepped on something.

Or... someone?

I looked down and saw a regular dude with a trenchcoat. As I looked closer, I realize that it wasn't just some random guy, it was Jimmy. The guy I tended to push around on occasion.

"Holy shit," I muttered in surprise. "Why the hell is he here?"