A/N: Hey everyone (waves) …yep, still alive lol. So, I bring you yet again, a one!shot…er…two!shot! This particular one was requested a few weeks ago and I got to say, I don't know why I didn't write it sooner…any who this two!shot is basically what happens when John dies. I hope ya'll enjoy it!
P.S.- Just so everyone who cares, knows… I am currently working on the next chapters for The Road Continues and Field of Innocence! I am STILL continuing with those fics so no worries. I'm sorry I've lacked in updates :o( school is kind of a major priority right now since I'm getting ready to graduate! Also, a big BIG thank you to everyone who has shown their awesome support and for stickin by me; ya'll make writing easy and worthwhile!
Disclaimer: Some swear words...
Dean, Sam, and Haley stood around the pyre, silent tears trailing down their cheeks. It was dark, the only light coming from the high flames burning in front of them… taking what was left of their father.
John Winchester was dead.
Wiping her cheeks roughly, Haley turned and half ran, half stumbled back to the car. She couldn't stand there anymore, couldn't handle the smell of burning flesh, her father's burning flesh.
"Hal—"
"Let her go," Dean said evenly, glaring at the smoldering flames.
Sam gazed up at Dean looking incredulous.
"What?" Dean asked harshly, feeling Sam's eyes on him.
Sam shook is head, looking away. He got it. He knew Dean was hurting. They were all hurting, but Dean, Dean was taking it the hardest. He worshiped dad.
Deciding that a fight wasn't worth it right now, he opted to say a quick silent prayer on his father's behalf then followed his little sister's sullen steps, leaving Dean to say his own goodbye.
"I'll be in the car," he muttered, turning his back on the burning flames.
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"Hay?" Sam called softly, sliding into the front seat.
Haley sat stoically in the back, her head resting uncomfortably against the cool window, hot tears streaking down her young, pale cheeks.
"Haley…"
"I didn't get to say goodbye," she said, her voice small and broken.
Sam sighed.
"I told him I hated him."
"Hay, he knew you didn't," Sam said trying to reassure his little sister.
Haley chuckled, no humor behind it. "I can't remember the last time I told him I loved him."
"He didn't need you to say it, he knew it," Sam repeated softly, taking comfort from his own words. He and John hadn't had the greatest father-son relationship either, but that didn't mean he didn't love the man or that John didn't love him.
"I'm glad you're here." She sighed, her voice just above a whisper. It had been almost a full year since she had seen Sam. When he'd left for college, dad had all but closed the door, shutting Sam out of their lives, leaving her to struggle without him.
"I'm glad I'm here too," he said sadly, wishing however, that the circumstances were different.
The silence that fell upon them was suddenly broken by the screeching sound of the driver side door being opened. Dean slid in, eyes rimmed red.
"Dean—"
"Sam," Dean warned.
Sam sighed. Yeah, he didn't feel like talking either.
"Where are we goin?"
"Anywhere but here," Dean replied, turning the car on and peeling out of the tree covered area, leaving their father's ashes behind.
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Dean drove all night, only deciding to stop when he almost wrapped the car around a few polls. He rolled the car easily into the gravel parking lot of yet another cheap motel and pulled up in front of the office.
"I'm gonna grab us a room," he said, sliding out of the car.
Sam rubbed his tired, red, puffy eyes trying to clear his vision. He'd fallen asleep a few miles back, thankful for the escape it gave him from the tense atmosphere surrounding them.
He turned his head to check on Haley, hearing some movement behind him; she was lying on the seat, curled in on herself. He could just make out the tear stains trailing the length of her cheeks to just under her chin.
As much as he hated the reason for being here, he couldn't help but be happy about reuniting with Dean and Haley again. God he had missed them. Haley had grown up so much in those few months he'd been gone. She was no longer the gangly little tomboy he'd left behind; now she was a young woman struggling to balance hunting and normalcy.
Sam's thoughts were interrupted by the door slamming shut.
"Room 212," Dean said simply, tossing the keys over and putting the car in drive.
He parked a few parking spaces away from their room and shut the car off, sliding out of the driver's side silently.
Sam sighed. Dean was closing himself off and it was definitely not going to end well.
"Hay," he called over his shoulder.
When Haley didn't answer, he turned his attention to the backseat, finding Haley still curled up and sleeping.
He got out of the car, closing the door gently behind him and opened the back door to get his baby sister out.
"Come on Hay, let's get ya to bed," he muttered to himself as he bent down and carefully pulled her out and into his arms. He stilled for a few seconds trying to get a good grip on her then closed the door with his foot.
Dean stood a few feet in front of them, watching then headed for the room when Sam had it under control.
Sam shook his head. Still a big brother.
He walked into the room and made a beeline for the farthest bed from the door and gently laid Haley out in the center of the mattress. Haley didn't stir once, completely out for the count.
"Here, cover her up," Dean said handing Sam the covers from the other bed.
Sam frowned but took it without question. Anything could trigger Dean right now and the last thing they needed was to have a blowout with each other.
"I'm headin' out. I'll be back later."
Sam whirled around. "What?"
"What Sam?" Dean asked, clearly frustrated.
"Where are you going Dean? It's almost one in the morning."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I had a curfew," Dean jibed sarcastically.
"Dean—"
"Sam, in case you forgot, I'm the oldest here. I don't need your permission to go anywhere, alright?" he stated matter of fact. "I'll be back later. Salt the doors and windows," he tossed over his shoulder as he walked out.
"Great." Sam sighed. This was just perfect.
"Sammy…"
Sam looked over his shoulder and found Haley sitting up in bed, the covers pooling down around her waist.
"Hey kid."
"Where did Dean go?" she asked tiredly.
"Probably a bar," he said, not seeing a reason to lie to her.
Haley sighed.
"He'll be back Hay," Sam said softly, taking a seat beside her.
Haley nodded and lay back down resting her head against his thigh. "We're orphans now," she muttered softly, her eyes suddenly welling up.
Sam stayed silent, not knowing what to say to that other than 'I know'.
"God hates us, doesn't he?" Haley stated sullenly, her small fingers playing with the covers fringed edges.
"Don't say that Hay," Sam said grabbing her small hand in his.
Haley quirked an eyebrow. "First Mom, and now Dad; how much more do you wanna lose before you see it?" she questioned tearfully.
"Haley—"
"You can't leave us again," she blurted out tearfully. "Dean and I, we—" She took a few calming breaths. "You just can't leave again, Sammy."
"I won't," Sam agreed.
"Promise?"
Sam sighed sadly, guilt slowly pooling in his chest. "I swear Haley, I'm not leaving again."
Haley visibly relaxed, leaning her full weight against her brother. "I love you," she muttered shyly. 'I love you' was sort of taboo in this family.
Sam smiled, running his finger through her hair affectionately. "I love you too kiddo."
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Dean pulled into the parking lot of O'Brian's Bar a few blocks down from the motel room he'd booked. He shut the car off and sat silently for a few moments contemplating on whether to go in or not; leaving both his siblings behind probably wasn't the greatest idea. He knew they were hurting, knew they felt just as lost and confused as he did but if he were honest, he just couldn't deal with them right now. He was having enough trouble keeping himself above water at the moment; he couldn't keep them up as well.
Decision made, he pulled the key from the ignition and headed into the mildly crowded bar. A few beers and a game of pool or two would cool him off for now.
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Sam walked out of the steam filled bathroom glad to have gotten the smell of fire and burning flesh off of himself. He tiptoed his way across the room and grabbed a plastic bag from the table, tossing his dirty clothes in; he needed to burn them as soon as possible not wanting to have anything that reminded him of tonight.
Haley made a small sniffling sound and flipped over on her side facing away from him, completely unaware. Good. The more she slept, the less she thought about what they'd done, what they'd been forced to do.
Sighing, he grabbed a pair of clean boxers, sweats, and a white t-shirt and headed for the bathroom to change.
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"Any plans for tonight, darlin?" a young, voluptuous red-head asked, leaning her rather large assets into Dean's shoulder.
Dean smirked, considering the obvious invitation. On any other night he probably wouldn't have hesitated but tonight wasn't any other night; tonight he had put his father to rest.
"Sorry sweetheart, not tonight," he said apologetically.
The girl looked shocked, like she'd never been rejected before in her life. "Your loss boy," she huffed, turned and sashayed away.
Dean scoffed. "Women," he muttered before taking a large swig of his beer. Yeah, definitely not tonight.
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Haley rolled over kicking at the covers wrapped around her feet and glanced at the clock sitting beside her bed, flashing 3:15 in her face.
Sighing she looked over to the other bed noticing only one body, meaning Dean still wasn't back. Great. She rolled over the edge of the bed and slipped on her shoes, thankful that Sam had left her jeans and t-shirt on and grabbed her wallet, Sam's room key, and his handgun; you never did know what could be waiting in the dark.
Tip-toeing her way to the door as quietly as she could, Haley slipped out unnoticed into the dark night.
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Dean struggled to get his bearings, groaning at the constant pounding in his head. Maybe provoking a group of biker guys wasn't his brightest idea.
"Get up yuppie!" a burly man yelled, kicking Dean on the side.
"Fu—f---fuck you," Dean wheezed, trying to stave off a coughing fit.
"Ya damn city slickers thinkin' ya can come ta ma house an' hustle me. Yer dead kid," another man threatened, immediately delivering a booted foot to Dean's stomach. "Stay down, yuppie. S'where ya belong," he added, spitting to the side of Dean's prone body.
Dean struggled to breathe, his vision going in out of focus. These guys had been at him for awhile now, although he couldn't say how long for sure.
"I say we put a clip in'm," another voice suggested, followed closely by the sound of a gun being cocked.
"Huh boss, what'd ya say?"
Dean rolled over onto his stomach and once again tried to get up. This was going too far. He didn't have a death wish –or did he?- he just needed an outlet, something to pour his anger into, he figured a fight would have done the job, but this, this was not his plan at all. Dying and leaving Sam and Haley alone was not—
"Hey!"
Dean's head whipped up, swearing he was going crazy when he heard Haley's voice near by.
"Did ya hear 'at?" one of the guys said, smacking the other one on the chest. "Go check it out."
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