![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Looking For Something I Couldn't Replace
Dec. 4th, 2011 09:21 pmIt had only been a year since he was turned, but it felt like a lifetime. Dean stood on the grass outside the apartment building, looking up at the lighted window that had captivated his attention since he watched Sam pull into the parking lot in the Impala. He had to smile at that. His tall, goofy little brother looking so serious behind the wheel. He wondered if Sam talked to her like he had?
The urge to see him almost overwhelmed Dean. As he watched Sam make his way from the car up the stairs to his apartment, he almost stepped out of the shadows and called out. Almost. Might have if not for the pretty blonde he'd seen moving around past the windows while Sam was out. Somehow, it just never occurred to Dean that Sam might be living with someone. Then again, it had been more than two years since Dean saw him. A lot could have changed.
God knew a lot changed with him.
This was a bad idea. Dean wanted to see Sam and he had. Talking to Sam would only upset his brother's life. Dean was dead. Sam believed it. Dean knew he did because he knew their father believed it. He'd made sure of it. It was the only way to protect them from all this vampire bullshit. In truth, Dean wasn't even supposed to be here. He was breaking rule number one. Or two. Who the hell knew? Vampires had so damn many of them.
He just couldn't stop himself. It had been a long year before he was deemed fit to travel alone and the only place he'd wanted to be was here.
He shook his head and turned to walk away. As his feet passed soundlessly over the grass, the tiniest whiff of two scents on the breeze caught the attention of his enhanced senses: blood and sulfur. Before even he could move, the window he'd just been watching burst out in flames.
Every one of his new instincts screamed at him to run. Fire was twice as deadly to vampires and he'd had it impressed upon him time and time again that their kind went up like tinder when exposed to flames. But, Dean had an instinct that ran much deeper than his newly acquired vampire nature. Save Sammy.
He was bursting in through the door and searching for his brother before the last of the window glass reached the grass below. He tried not to be distracted by the knot of cold dread in the pit of his stomach that appeared when he'd been able to enter without an invitation. Whoever's apartment this was must be dead now to allow it. He could only hope the name on the lease wasn't his brother's.
"Sam!"
The urge to see him almost overwhelmed Dean. As he watched Sam make his way from the car up the stairs to his apartment, he almost stepped out of the shadows and called out. Almost. Might have if not for the pretty blonde he'd seen moving around past the windows while Sam was out. Somehow, it just never occurred to Dean that Sam might be living with someone. Then again, it had been more than two years since Dean saw him. A lot could have changed.
God knew a lot changed with him.
This was a bad idea. Dean wanted to see Sam and he had. Talking to Sam would only upset his brother's life. Dean was dead. Sam believed it. Dean knew he did because he knew their father believed it. He'd made sure of it. It was the only way to protect them from all this vampire bullshit. In truth, Dean wasn't even supposed to be here. He was breaking rule number one. Or two. Who the hell knew? Vampires had so damn many of them.
He just couldn't stop himself. It had been a long year before he was deemed fit to travel alone and the only place he'd wanted to be was here.
He shook his head and turned to walk away. As his feet passed soundlessly over the grass, the tiniest whiff of two scents on the breeze caught the attention of his enhanced senses: blood and sulfur. Before even he could move, the window he'd just been watching burst out in flames.
Every one of his new instincts screamed at him to run. Fire was twice as deadly to vampires and he'd had it impressed upon him time and time again that their kind went up like tinder when exposed to flames. But, Dean had an instinct that ran much deeper than his newly acquired vampire nature. Save Sammy.
He was bursting in through the door and searching for his brother before the last of the window glass reached the grass below. He tried not to be distracted by the knot of cold dread in the pit of his stomach that appeared when he'd been able to enter without an invitation. Whoever's apartment this was must be dead now to allow it. He could only hope the name on the lease wasn't his brother's.
"Sam!"
