Deans starring at him, and Oz wonders if it was because the fact that he existed- a fathers sin- or if it was the fact that he was werewolf. It didn’t matter. Willow was still hurt, and the pain on her face felt like a stab in the heart for him.
“So werewolf, huh?” Dean says, his hand on the gun Oz knows is in the older boys jacket.
“Yeah. I see it, you know.” Oz says, referring to the gun. He eyes it. He remembers Willows hurt face, and the girl he killed. He was a werewolf, too dangerous to keep alive.
Dean tenses, unaware of Oz’s decision. “Yeah, so?” he asks.
Oz looks at him, “Just so you know—I won’t fight back. You can shoot me, if you want.”
Dean gives him a surprised look. This was his brother, huh? He was family…but he was also a reminder that his father betrayed his and Sam’s mom.
“Yeah, how come?” Dean asks, he can’t help it, he’s curious.
“I hurt people. I do nothing but hurt people.” Oz keeps his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, remembering Willow’s pain, remembering how hurt she looked when he left, remembering how he tried to kill her numerous times in his wolf form. Willow, his
Willow was always hurt by him. And he can’t deal with that anymore- never again.
“Werewolves tend to do that,” Dean agrees. His voice is harsh, and he knows he shouldn’t be doing this. God- Oz is family. Oz is his fucking blood. And he’s a monster
. Dean remembers, how Sam pleads with him everyday, to kill him, if he were ever to change into what the YED wanted. And every time he says no
. And yet, he stands here, gun in hand, ready to kill his even younger half-brother. God, he can’t be more than seventeen. Dean, take you’re brother and go! Protect Sammy!
Dean wonders where he was, when Oz was turned.
“So what are you waiting for?” Oz asks, looking at Dean.
“I don’t know.” Dean says, “Do you know who did it?”
Oz blinks, “Yeah, but you know, I don’t want you to hurt him.”
“But I can save you.” Dean points out. Please, don’t make me do this.
“I’ll be fine,” Oz assures him, “The kid can’t take care of himself. Please, Dean, do it.”“Please, Dean, you have to promise me.” Sam is holding on to Dean, desperately trying to get the older boy to agree. Sam should have known, Dean could never kill his baby brother.
Except, Sammy isn’t the baby anymore.
Dean stares at Oz, aiming the gun. There’s a slight waver in the motion, as he shoots, but Dean doesn’t even blink. He turns, heading out of the green earthly forest. Sammy is waiting for him, back at the hotel.
Ten minutes later, Dean is numbly staring at the door to the old motel room, fumbling with the key. He walks in to see his younger brother relaxing on the bed, computer in his lap. Sam is typing away at the silver keyboard.
"Hey, Dean." Sam says, giving him a nod.
Dean sits down as if he doesn't hear Sam. Oh God, he just killed their youngest brother. And thats when it hit him. God, Sam doesn’t know
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A/N: I was inspired to write an Oz centric Supernatural fic thanks to this: http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-11973-7/tals+Desktop+Art.htm fan art. If you liked it, thank Tals.