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Chapter 8 Dean Winchester

"Oh my God!" Sam said as he rushed to Dean's side.

Dean's eyes were open, which usually was considered a good thing, but not when he seemed to be looking at nothing. The next thing Sam noticed was that Dean's mouth was moving, but he couldn't hear the words that were coming out.

"What?" Sam asked as he leaned over the brother that he had always wanted.

"Did I get him?" Dean asked with words that were even hard to hear in their close proximity.

"Yeah you got him. Just stay still, helps on the way." Sam told him in a quivering voice as he forced himself not to look back toward the wall.

"Sorry." Dean whispered again.

"For what?" Sam asked as he wiped the blood from Dean's mouth, only to have more to take it's place.

"Mom...you never...knew her. 's my fault." Dean said as both his voice and body started to shake, and tears ran down his face.

"That wasn't your fault. He lied to you, Dean. It wasn't anyone's fault." Sam tried to convince his brother.

"He hates me now?" Dean said as his voice kept getting weaker, there was blood everywhere. Sam wanted to tell him to be quiet until help came, but he also knew how important it was keep his brother awake. Because if he didn't Chris would get what he wanted, a permanently silenced Dean.

"Who hates you?" Sam asked in confusion, as to whether Dean was talking about the monster of a man who'd done all of this, or his...no their Dad.

"Daddy?" Dean said looking around frantically for the man that he called Daddy.

"No, dad doesn't hate you...he's happy that we found you! We both are." Sam answered with tears in his eyes.

"He left me." Dean spoke in shuddering breathes.

"No he didn't leave you...he went to get help. He'll be back soon." Sam answered as he heard the sirens coming closer.

"I thought...dying would...hurt." Dean told Sam as he began to cough up more blood.

"Listen to me... I've waited my whole life for my big brother, and there is no way that you are going to die on me. Do you hear me." Sam told his brother in a stern voice.

"'Kay." Dean said quietly. As Sam saw the medics coming with a gurney, with their father leading the way.

"It's alright son, these people are gonna help you." John told his oldest son as he grabbed his hand.

"Daddy." Dean said with a smile as he lost consciousness.

"I'm here." John whispered and promised that he was never gonna lose this boy, again.

The light drizzle of early evening hand finally let up. As Sam and John made their way through the cemetery. It had been two months since that life altering day in the alley way. They both could still remember the grim look on the face of the on call doctor. Thank God for miracles John thought as Dean took his place between he and Sam.

"What do ya say we get this over with and leave this town in our rear view." Dean said as he began to dig the hole that Chris' body was laid to rest in.

"You don't have to do this, Dean." Sam said looking worriedly at Dean.

"Good point Sammy! I mean, why should I be doing all this digging, when I have a perfectly capable little brother?" Dean asked with a chuckle as he handed Sam the shovel.

"Gee thanks, I can feel the love, Dean!" Sam answered with a smile of his own.

"Just as long as I get to fry this bastard myself, I'll be happy." Dean said with a shrug, as Sam continued giving him a worried look.

A short while later Dean took over digging again until, he hit the new coffin. John took care of salt, Sam the ignitor and Dean held a book of matches ready to drop them in the hole.

"Wait! Sam called. Don't we need to say something or something?" Sam asked.

And by looks on his father and brother, you would have thought that he had told a joke.

"No, you're right, Sammy! I think that I have the perfect words for this occasion. Dean said as his grin fell. What can I say... you weren't the best Dad that a kid could ask for, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I can't kill you again, you piece of shit. And I hope that you're having a good time burning in Hell, Pops." Dean said as he threw the matchbook into the hole.

The smile reappeared the instant that he heard the whoosh of the fire.

"Are you okay, son?" John asked as he put a reassuring hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Are you kidding me? This is the third best day of my life. The first being when I legally became Dean Winchester. The second being when I killed the father of the year, and this is number 3." Dean answered as they walked back to the Impala.

"It's alright if you are upset, he was your Dad." Sam said not believing that his brother was as happy as he was letting on.

"No, Sam, he was my sicko father...this is my Dad!" Dean said pointing to John.

Dean was incredibly happy and he doubted that Sam would ever understand. Everything was okay now because he was in Sammy and his Daddy's hands.

THE END

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