My Darling Colby,

SHES GOT A BOYFRIEND ANYWAYS 💔

you can run away with me, anytime you want,

SCREAM (1996) Dir, Wes Craven

Dean Winchester- One Shot

TW‼️- this post will mention; abuse, alcoholism, fighting, cursing and parental neglect

Dean lie awake in bed as tears streamed down his face. He felt like a failure. He messed up as a brother to Sam and a son to John. Though John had always told him he was a failure, it still bothered him deeply. He was never allowed to show his emotions in front of his father because it wasn’t “manly”. Nothing was ever good enough for him. He couldn’t be a child anymore, he had to grow up and take care of Sam. He was there for Sam, not John, HIM.

Dean was there for Sam whenever he needed his big brother. He had to be not only his brother, but also his mother and his father. He attended parent teacher conferences when Sam was in school. He made sure Sam had a roof over his head and food to eat. And if he was lucky enough, he’d have money for Sam to go on field trips when he’d stay in school long enough. Who bought Sam’s birthday presents? Dean did. Who bought Sam’s Christmas presents? DEAN DID. John had never done that for his “boys” that he so called “cared” about. Who also had to get temporary custody of their 14 year old brother so he wouldn’t be taken away? You guessed it DEAN WINCHESTER DID.

Sam had always gotten Dean some sort of Father’s Day present each year. He saw Dean as his older brother, but also his dad. When any of his schools would do their “Parents” Day, he’d always bring Dean in. He thought he was the coolest big brother ever, but unfortunately Sam never knew what would happen to Dean when he wasn’t around. He didn’t know the true evils that lie beneath John Winchester.

Dean would always stand up for his brother, he didn’t care how bad of a beating he’d get. As long as he knew Sam was safe, that’s all that mattered to him. Unfortunately Sam would witness some of this, but thankfully not all of it. Though he did remember when John had thrown Dean out of the house when it was pouring down rain and it was awfully cold outside.

John and Dean had gotten into a pretty heated argument that night. “Dean, for the last time, I am your father! You need to listen to me!” He said in an angry tone as he looked at his son. “Father? Father?! Are you fucking kidding me! You are not worthy of being called a father! You know who is a father though?! Me! I’m there for Sam more than you have ever been? Do you know the foods he likes? Or dislikes? Do you know his allergies? Do you know who his doctor and dentist are!? No you don’t do you! Cause you’re too busy going off and finding the thing that killed mom! Guess what, John you’re never going to find it! Can’t you accept that she’s gone and she’s never coming back?!” Dean snapped at his father. That really pissed John off. He made his way over to Dean and slapped him hard. “Don’t you DARE talk to me like that again, boy! What the hells wrong with you?! You know what? Get the fuck out of this room and away from me! I’ll send your ass back to Sonny’s if I have to!” He threatened. He had Dean sent there before snd he wasn’t scared to do it again. “Oh yeah?! Well maybe this time I’ll show him my “werewolf” marks and tell him the truth that my “father” is an abusive alcoholic!” He yelled as he looked at his dad angrily.

John soon walked past him, grabbing onto his arm tightly, and leading him to the door. He soon opened the door, throwing him out into the pouring cold rain. “YOU are NOT welcomed back into this room until you learn and understand not to talk back to your father!” John spoke before slamming the door and locking it. Dean was only 16 almost 17 when this happened. Who the hell does something like that to their own kid? Dean teared up as he looked at the ground. Why would his dad do something like this. As he pulled himself together, he made his way to the impala. Luckily, he knew how to pick lock the doors. Once he made it inside. He climbed into the backseat and shivered a bit. It was colder than all hell in there. He didn’t have his jacket so that made it worse, plus he was also wet.

Sam had tears in his eyes as he watched his father and brother fight. He hated when the two would fight. He also hated when Dean would leave him. He didn’t enjoy being with John at all. As he wiped his tears, he heard the rain start to pick up. He was worried about Dean being out there in the cold weather. An hour went by and he knew John would’ve drank himself to sleep by now. He grabbed a few blankets and quietly made his way to the door. Carefully, he unlocked it, going outside and quietly closing the door behind him. He soon bolted for the impala since he guessed that’s where Dean would be. Dean was lost in his thoughts as he looked out of the window. Soon, he saw a small figure approaching the car. Once the figure was close enough, he realized it was Sam. He quickly got up and opened the door, letting his little brother in. “Sammy, what the hell are you thinking? It’s pouring down rain.”

“I don’t care, I missed you. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Sam said as he soon climbed into the backseat with his older brother. “I brought you some blankets.” He spoke, looking over at Dean. “Sammy,” Dean said with a sigh. “You’re gonna make yourself sick like this. You didn’t have to do this. I’ll be okay.” Sam shook his head and hugged his brother tightly. “I don’t want you to leave me again..” he said in a sad tone. Dean looked confused as he held him close. “Sammy, you know I’m not going to leave you. Why would I do that? If anything, you’d be going along with me. You know that. I’d never leave you behind.” He reassured his younger brother. “But, dad said he’d send you away. I don’t want that, Dean!” Sam exclaimed as tears were streaming down his face.

“Oh Sammy…you don’t have to worry about that.” He spoke, shaking his head softly. “I promise as long as I’m around, you’ll always be safe with me. You won’t have to worry about a thing.” He reassured, covering his brother with the blankets he brought. “Now, you need to get some rest. I promise I won’t go anywhere.”

As Dean was remembering these awful memories, he hadn’t realized that Sam was in his room. Sam noticed his brother was hurting and it made him upset. He always hated seeing him like this. He made his way over to him, gently placing his hand on his shoulder. “Dean? Are you okay?” He asked worriedly. Dean jumped as he heard his brother’s voice. He quickly looked at him, wiping his eyes, and nodding. “Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry, Sammy” he said as he faked a smile. Sam shook his head and hugged his brother tightly. “No you’re not, Dean. What’s going on? You know you can talk to me.”

Dean hugged him back, sighing sadly as he teared up once again. “I-I’m not a good enough brother for you, Sam..” he chocked out. “Dean, yes you are. You’ve been there for me my whole life. You’re more like a dad to me than ours ever was. I appreciate everything you’ve sacrificed for me. Don’t you dare say you’re not a good enough brother for me. You’ve done so much for me and I never take you for granted.” He reassured the other as he rubbed his back a little. “You were young when everything happened and you took me on as your responsibility. You knew you didn’t have to, but you did anyway. You made me the man I am today, Dean. John didn’t do that, you did. You stepped up when he stepped down. I don’t know anyone else who would do that for their brother. I love you, Dean and I’m always here for you. You became the man dad should’ve been. Mom would be so proud of you.”

Dean cried as he listened to him. He was right, he was better than John. He nodded as he wiped his tears again. “I love you too, Sammy. Thank you.” He sniffled.

“You’re welcome, how about you and I get some pie, ice cream, and whatever else you want. And we can rewatch Scooby Doo.” Sam suggested. Dean smiled at that, nodding softly. “Sounds good to me.” He replied. Sam smiled back, getting up, and helping his brother up. As he lead him to the door, he patted him on the back. “You’re a good brother and dad, Dean.” He said and the two were off on their way.

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