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Frustrated Unnoticed

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The black ’67 Chevy Impala pulled up neatly opposite the park and its two occupants sat quietly for a moment before the eldest cleared his throat and creaked the door open. The youngest though still sat in the car staring at his hands.

“Sammy, you coming?” Dean asked as he climbed out.

“Yeah…” Sam nodded, opening his door now and climbing out with less speed and less enthusiasm than his brother, “Dean…”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this. Maybe we should just turn around and get the hell out of here before anything has the chance to happen.”

“If that’s how you feel…” Dean said, stopping in his tracks to look at his brother.

“You mean you would? Even if it meant running away from someone who might need our help?” Sam turned and looked his brother up and down, studying him.

“Well when you put it that way…” Dean joked but then his tone turned serious, “You know I’d do anything for you Sammy.”

“I know.” Sam smiled slightly, though the knot of guilt in his stomach tightened just that little bit more as he remembered the nightmare.

“Right then…” Dean set off again, clamping his hand on his brother’s shoulder and spinning him around so they were walking towards the park again, “Let see if this park has any freaky deaky stuff going on.”

He pulled his EMF metre out of his pocket and looked around at the almost empty park. It was large and littered with trees and though he didn’t have a clear view from where he was standing, he could tell that it was extremely quiet, the only noises belonging to nature. There was a couple walking hand in hand down one of the paths, smiling and laughing. There was a man in a yellow jacket with one of those long grabby sticks for picking up litter and either he was a really quick worker or their wasn’t much to work with because it seemed to Dean that the people in this town really seemed to respect this place.

“You know what… I’m starting to think maybe pod people or aliens…”

Sam nodded slightly, only barely listening to Dean. He wondered if Dean even realised he was going the exact same way that the girl had gone in his dream but how could he…? Only Sam had seen her do it. He just hoped that this wasn’t meant to be some sort of freaky foreshadowing because that would just suck.

“It would make sense you know… that maybe someone died violently and you were being influenced. I mean, you have got that whole psychic medium thing going on.”

“I have visions Dean, not conversations with the dead.” I also have the occasional outburst of telekinesis but that’s not important.

“Hey just saying ‘cause I still find it hard to believe that you would go all evil and kill someone.”

Sam didn’t reply, his eyes just scanned the area they were walking in. This wasn’t the spot, not yet… several more feet and then… yeah… this was where it happened.

“Dean…” Sam stopped dead in his tracks, “This is it. We’re here.”

Dean stared down at his EMF metre and looked around silently, hoping for any signs of supernatural activity. But everything was just normal. There were no readings, no unusual traces on the ground, no weird noises… nothing.

“You sure?” Dean asked.

Sam closed his eyes momentarily, remembering the vision and the dream and when he opened them again he glanced around and nodded numbly, “Yeah, this is definitely the place.”

“Well, I hate to say it but it’s clean. Can’t be sure about the rest of the park but this area… definitely clean.”

“So that means it was me… it was all me…” Though the way dream Dean had looked at him had already told him as much.

“I never said that. Who’s to say something freaky didn’t happen somewhere else in the park… or even the town?”

“You know… the longer we stay here the more chance there is of this thing happening.”

“So you wanna skip towns then?”

“I don’t know what I wanna do.” Sam snarled and turned away from his brother, moodily stalking towards the exit of the park.

“Sammy!” Dean called after him, sending up silent prayers that went something like ‘Oh Lord give me freaking strength before I strangle this guy!’, “Sam!”

Sam just kept stalking though, he knew Dean would catch up with him if he really wanted to speak and sure enough, in a matter of seconds Dean was by his side.

“What have I done Sam?” He asked, eyes pleading, “I’m sorry. I’m trying here, I really am and I swear, if it’s the last thing I do – I am gonna save your ass or haunt it trying.”

“Don’t say that!” Sam snapped, remembering dream Dean’s words, “Just don’t say that!”

Dean stared, dumbfounded, “Say what?”

“Any of it. It’s not your fault, you haven’t done anything. And I swear to God Dean, I wish you’d stop treating death like it’s just some kind of joke. It’s not fair! I can’t loose you!”

Now Dean stopped in his tracks, brows furrowing, “You’re not gonna loose me. Unless you’re not telling me something.”

Sam stopped to and looked towards his brother, his lips moved but were unable to form actual words. He wanted to tell Dean but he was afraid, afraid of how Dean would react and afraid that it would happen.

“Just drop it.” He muttered and turned away again, walking slower this time.

“No. I won’t because you’re my brother and whatever this is… it’s obviously eating away at you.” Dean sped up and caught Sam by the shoulder, spinning him around to face him.

Sam instinctively knocked Dean’s hand off his shoulder and immediately felt embarrassed by it, “That dream I had this morning… I… Dean I killed you.”

“Okay.” Dean nodded his head numbly, “This is what’s been tearing you apart since this morning? You killing me?”

“Yeah…”

“Well that’s just stupid.” Dean shrugged and smirked, setting off walking again and nudging his brother with his elbow as he passed him, indicating for him to do the same.

“What? Dean… didn’t you just hear what I told you? I killed you!”

“It was a dream.”

“It wasn’t! It was more than that.” Sam followed Dean, making sure he was a step behind all the way, “It was like a follow on from the vision.”

“See… even if it was more than a dream… it’s still stupid.”

“And why’s that?”

Dean turned his head over his shoulder and Sam couldn’t tell whether the smirk plastered on his face was real or fake, “Because every time you’ve tried killing me in the past you’ve done a damn bad job of it. I mean come on! You shot me with rock salt and sent me flying through a door and I still kicked your arse, same goes for when you shot me in the shoulder and I fell into the water… which by the way, you owe me a new shirt for that one… Hell, even that shape shifter got the upper hand on you when he was pretending to be me. Face it Sam, you wouldn’t be able to kill me.”

Sam sighed heavily and ran his hand through his hair, “You’re a jerk, you know that right?”

“Yeah well, you’re my bitch.”

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He had his strategy all planned out. Everything was going perfectly! Everything was going the way he had planned it! Sam was beginning to doubt himself and was beginning to see himself as a threat towards his brother… but damn it! He’d interfered again! Dean just wasn’t playing the way he was supposed to be playing!

Dean was a guy’s guy! He was the kind of guy that was supposed to drop a subject when someone said leave it because he hated heart to hearts and emotional moments… so why the hell was he being so damn understanding and so damn comforting!

Rage sparked behind yellow eyes and he watched from his host, shadows hiding his body and that of young girl whose neck had been twisted and snapped so easily… just like a twig. Her lifeless eyes stare out into the bright park and the Demon could hear her boyfriend screaming silently, locked within his body, unable to do anything.

“Damn you.” His voice whispered, “Abomination.”

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