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It felt like I hadn't seen Jeremy in months. Our suddenly popularity's had separated us from one another along with the death of our mom and the need to have our own space.

I missed our little talks that we had throughout the day, and the questions he would ask about me and Stiles and if Scott had a cute little sister. I was sure he would be a great big brother.

"Do you think Dingo would be alive of the asteroid didn't hit Earth, Dean?" Jeremy asked as I tucked him into bed, a soft chuckle leaving my lips.

"Well, of Dingo was alive, I'm sure either we would be non-existent or taming dinosaurs as a living." I joked, Jeremy smiling brightly before yawning.

"Can you tell me a story?" Jeremy asked as I hummed.

"Maybe tomorrow night, Jeremy. I'm tuckered out after today." I said, recalling having to pin down the Kanima without getting slashed. "But, tomorrow's story will be good."

"You promise?" He asked as I raised my hand up.

"With my entire heart. Goodnight, Jeremy." I gave him a poke on the forehead and walked out of his bedroom, shutting the door as my phone rang. "Yellow?" I said with a small smile before it dropped at the tone of Stiles' voice.

"Dean. You need to get out of your house." Stiles demanded as I paused in the middle of the hallway.

"What? I just put Jeremy to bed I can't—"

"Jackson escaped. And I think he's angry." I felt my heart clench tightly as I turned back to Jeremy's room.

"I can't, Stiles. Besides... Jackson doesn't know where I live." I reassured as Stiles groaned.

"Dean he can track your sent."

"I wear cologne."

"You wear tree sap." Stiles argued as I scoffed.

"It's teatree, dude. Get it right. And I can mask my sent. Jeremy and I will be okay, don't worry. I can handle Jackson." I reassured once again as Stiles sighed.

"Should I camp outside your house?" He asked and I clicked my tongue.

"If you do I'm telling your dad you're stalking me." I joked, Stiles stammering to find an argument.

"It's— it's not stalking if I'm trying to keep you safe!"

"Stiles. I'm fine. Jeremy and I will be okay. Don't worry. I can handle this."

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3:28 AM.

The date was March 11th, 2011.

I woke up to a loud scratching sound coming from downstairs. It was the only time I had kept my bedroom door open.

I didn't waste a very long time to jump out of bed and peek around my door frame to look down the stairs. I saw a shadow move around outside through the windows, the moon shining bright enough to reflect into the Kanima's eyes.

"Oh god..." I whispered to myself, quickly retracting my claws out and slowly walking down the stairs.

My heart was thundering in my chest as I reached the white door, noticing that it had been unlocked the entire time, even though I knew I locked it.

Before I could even speak, the door slammed open and I was knocked back, feeling the Kanima's nail slice the back of my neck, and I lost all feeling in my body.

I couldn't move. Fear had consumed me as the numbness of the kanima venom seeped into my veins, freezing them over.

The moonlight was shining in my eyes through the open door, allowing me to see the silhouette of the Kanima, Jackson, as he slowly crept around the house.

I knew I could speak. But I was too afraid to even utter a word in fear he'd kill me. After all this time of me acting tough, I crumpled in the face of a lizard.

My breathing hitched as the Kanima slowly towered over me. His eyes flickered between mine as I tried to move my head away. I could feel my toes and fingers, slowly moving them to try and get away.

A shuffling. Ouse alerted both me and the Kanima.

"Dean?" I heard the groggy voice of Jeremy, my eyes slowly meeting his at the top of the stairs. The kanima's tail flicked in a threatening way, and I slowly started to smell the fear radiating off of Jeremy.

"Jeremy run!" I yelled as I watched him disappear back towards his room, the Kanima following suit. "NO!" I yelled, trying to move my body. I flipped onto my stomach, my heart now pounding in my ears and thumping in my throat as I heard the Kanima scratching at Jeremy's door.

He was teasing Jeremy. Terrifying him.

What made me stop trying to move was the crash, and then Jeremy's piercing scream echoing in my ears before it was silenced. And then the sound of glass shattering.

"JEREMY." I bellowed, now forcing myself to try and move a bigger limb.

I was able to stand up eventually, my breathing uneven as I hoped for the best, but knew it would be worse. I tried running up the stairs as fast as I could.

I tripped on the last one, catching myself and hurling towards Jeremy's bedroom. His door was off the hinges and torn to shreds, making me stop where I was.

"Oh god..." I whispered, knowing that what I was about to see I would never recover from.

Very slowly, I entered his room.

And all I did was hold my breath and cry.

I cried at all the blood on the walls. At how destroyed Jeremy's bedroom was. I cried at the torn up carpet and shattered glass. The Kanima had left right after.

But what made me cry the most was Jeremy. He was staring up at the ceiling, silent cries of pain leaving him as tears flowed down his bloodied cheeks.

I collapsed to my knees next to him, picking my little brother up and sobbing uncontrollably. "No... please no this—this isn't happening... you can't..." I kept begging for it all to be unreal. To be a dream or a nightmare.

To be a different reality that I had somehow ended up in.

"D—Dea—"

"No... please don't talk. It'll be okay, Jeremy." I tried to smile as he looked into my eyes. I couldn't take his pain.

"Just close your eyes. You'll be okay. I'll be here." I whispered. He rested his head in the crook of my neck as I rocked us back and forth. "I won't let you go." I promised, listening to his breathing slowly stopped as my sobs became louder.

"Can you... tell—" Jeremy coughed hard, spitting blood onto my shirt as I shut my eyes tightly. "Tell me a story.."

I stopped crying for a moment and looked down at him, nodding slowly and sniffling hard as I thought of what to tell him. I let in a deep breath, still rocking us back and forth.

"'Hold on... hold on... hold on.' They said. 'You are a dandelion in the breeze, look what the winds have done to these autumn leaves." I started, listening to Jeremy's ragged breathing.

"Hold on... hold on... hold on. This big wide world is not for you. Hold on long enough for the last gust to dance on through." Jeremy began to shut his eyes very slowly, his breathing low and shallow.

"So I held on, held on, held on. They say that's how you know you're strong. But not until I wilted did I notice something was wrong. I thought holding on was bravery, but when winds of change do blow..." I paused when Jeremy's breathing stopped, crying softly as I rested my head on his.

"Sometimes it's easier to let go... let go... let go..."

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I was holding him for hours.

It was when Scott and Stiles showed up that I finally let Jeremy go.

"Oh my god..." Stiles couldn't handle what he was seeing and quickly ran out of the room. He wasn't usually faded by the dead bodies as much as he used to be, but I knew it was because it was Jeremy that he couldn't control anything.

Scott put a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to set Jeremy down and stand up. He turned me around to see if I had any possible wounds, but obviously I didn't. How could I? I healed fast. All I did have on me was Jeremy's blood.

"Dean I—" I cut Scott off and slammed him into the wall, pointing at him with every ounce of anger and hatred I could squeeze out.

"You stay the hell away from me. Or I'll kill you. Just like I'll kill Jackson." I threatened as Scott shook his head.

"Jackson doesn't know he killed your brother!" Scott defended as I slammed my fist into the wall next to him, breaking through it as I yelled.

"WHO FUCKING CARES ANYMORE, SCOTT?" I snapped as Stiles finally reentered. "He killed Jeremy! A KID! MY BROTHER. I—" I cut myself off as I tried to stop the tears from coming down, taking a few steps back from Scott.

"I've lost so many people, Scott. I don't— I don't have a family, anymore. All I had left was Jeremy. And now he's dead, because of you. Because of Derek. Because of Jackson. But you've got everyone to back you up!" I ranted as I looked at Stiles.

"You were the only person that wasn't in my pack that protected me, Stiles. And Scott..." I turned to him slowly as he looked down in shame. "You just watched me like a kid running with a knife. Like at any moment... I'd trip and make a mistake."

I turned back around, slowly picking up Jeremy's body.

"This was my mistake. Not listening to your demands like a puppy." Stiles got out of the doorway, the two following me out of my house. I stopped when I reached the bottom of the stairs, turning to them.

"I'm going to kill Jackson. And if either of you try and stop me... I'll kill you, too."

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It felt like everything had gone in slow motion when I arrived at the hospital. The ringing in my ears had gotten so loud that I couldn't beat Melissa asking me what happened. Her lips moved so slow, everyone around me looked like they were moving like snails.

Like I was moving so fast, and everyone was too slow.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Sheriff Stilinski asked when I had finally come to my senses. I stared at the metal table in front of me.

"I didn't kill my own brother, if that's what you're asking." I muttered as he sighed.

"I believe you, Dean. I know you loved your brother. But I need to know what happened." Mr. Stilinski asked as I slowly looked up at him. I could see my reflection in the mirror.

There was blood on my forehead from when I rested my head on Jeremy's chest. Tear streaks. My eyes were red and puffy. I was a mess.

"I heard a noise come from downstairs." I started, looking back at Mr. Stilinski. "I left the door open and walked around the house to make sure we were safe and... something got in the house." I continued to half lie. I did do a loop around the house but of course no one would believe me if I told them a Kanima killed Jeremy.

"Do you know what it was?" Mr. Stilinski asked as I shook my head.

"No." I lied. "I heard Jeremy scream from outside. When I got to his room, everything was a mess... the glass was broken... and he was dying in the middle of his room. Something broke out through the window and ran into the woods... I didn't—" I paused, the tears rolling back up. "I didn't want him to die alone like our mom..." Sheriff Stilinski slowly and awkwardly pushed the tissue box towards me. But I didn't take any.

No matter how much I hated crying, I never wanted to wipe away the tears and act like I was okay.

I'd never be okay after this.

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Waterworks, anyone? I accept payment in cash, votes, and your pain <3

But in all honesty this was very hard to make bc I love Jeremy sm and I just... offed him. He didn't deserve it but I didn't want to take him away from Dean alive.

But I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Because I didn't :)