Sam and I were sitting on the couch drinking beer. Dean's death was ot easy...It was as if there was a huge gap that can never be filed, it can never be replaced. I stared at the wall in silence. I just can't bring myself to believe it...Dean is gone. Sam was as quiet as ever. He seemed empty, without Dean it just wasn't right anymore.
"Penny for your thoughts." I said to Sam. He looked at me, sadness in his eyes, Tears threatening to fall, we had just finished buried him a couple hours ago.
"I just can't believe he's really gone..." Sam said quietly.
"I miss him too." I said, wrapping Sam in a bear hug.
"I have to get him back Alice..."
"What? No, Sam...Dean wouldn't want that."
"Alice, Dean is in hell. I can't just leave him there to rot! I have to get him out, no matter what."
"Sam, Dean sold his soul so you could live. If you sold your soul to free him, Dean would be miserable and his sacrifice would've been for nothing."
"I don't care, Alice. I have to do this! Why can't you understand?!" Sam pushed me away lightly. "You aren't even trying to bring him back!"
"I know better than to play around with death. I can't go selling my soul at the drop of a hat to bring someone back who would probably just try to bring me back anyway. It'd be a constant game of cat and mouse until someone does something they shouldn't have."
"Alice, I can't live without him!" Sam stood up from the couch and turned his back towards me.
"I know, but we have to."
"No! We don't thats what I'm telling you! We can bring him back! There has to be a way!"
"Sam! There are ways, plenty of ways! But you can't! "
"?...Geez...You really don't give a two shits about him do you? After all this."
"What did you say?" I asked questioningly.
"You heard me, you arent even trying to bring him back!"
"Sam, I loved Dean just as much as you! I wasn't the one who abandoned his family in a heart beat!" I was getting angry. I balled up my fists and glared at him. How could he say that! "And for what?! To go to college, only to be brought right back! You think you're to high and mighty!"
"When dad took you in you were helpless and weak! Yiu couldn't fight, you could barely hold a gun right! We all had to waste our time trying to shape you into a decent hunter! You were a burden on us all!"
My face fell. Too far. He went too far. As soon as he saw my face, his anger seized.
"I'm sorry...I didnt mean it."
"Get out! JUST GET OUT!" I practically shoved him out the door. "You don't deserve what Dean did for you! You wanna throw your life away be my guest!" I turned on my heel and ran up the steps, fighting the urge to rush back and apologize. I heard the front door slam and the impala start up and drive away.
What have I done...
It's been four months since Dean died, but it feels like just yesterday that he was a chew toy for some hell hound. Part me has accepted he is dead, but another part can't believe he's really gone and I'm expecting him to pop out of the ground like daisies. I stood by his grave, I don't know what it was, but something made me come here. I had uh...accommodated a car near a gas station, I'll return it...sometime.
Just then I heard a soft, horse voice coming from the ground.
"Hello!" The voice said, still as hoarse and raspy as before, but a bit louded. It was Dean... I don't know what came over me, butu I immediately started digging. I kept digging and digging and when I got tired, I kept digging some more. Until I cane to his coffin. Someone was pounding on ot from the inside...This coukd very well be a trap, I have to make sure...I have to know. I opened the coffin and Dean popped out of the coffin like a daisy...
"Dean..." I said quietly.
"Alice?" The supposed to be dead dean said. I reached in my sachel and pulled out my flask. I quickly opened it and tossed the holy water on him.
He sputtered and looked at me annoyingly.
"I'm not a demon." Dean aaid.
I whipped out my silver knife and pointed it at him. Fact of the matter was, he couldn't be a shifter or werewolf since he was stuck in a coffin. He couldn't have known I was coming, and no monster would deliberately trap themselves six feet under without a plan to get out. I lowered my knife and helped Dean up. I handed him the bottle of water I brought. I figured he'd be thirsty. He gulped it down like it was the tastiest thing on the planet. I gave him a look, but quikly dismissed it.
"So, back from the dead I see..." I said awkwardly.
"Seems so." Dean said. "I don't know how but...I'm back."
"So uh...how was it? Hell I mean." I asked hesitantly.
"Truth be told, I dont remember a thing. I remember being some dog's chew toy and then next thing I know I wake up here, six feet under."
"But Dean! I mean, even if you could escape hell and slip back into your body, you'd be...a chewed up mess!"
"I don't understand it either."
We both walked towards the car I "accommodated". My head was brimming with questions, but I knew he didn't have the answer to any of them.
We drove to Bobby's place, but ae stopped at some abandoned convenience store. Dean went in to get some water while I stayed in the car. My mind wandered. I started thinking about how Dean escaped. Then the glass shattered in the convenience store. I turned my head to see Dean covering his ears in pain. I was about to get out, but then I saw him stop. He relaxed and resumed stashing food and water and what I think was a porn magazine.
When we arrived, Dean went up to Bobby's door and pounded on it. I decided to just go and drop the car off somewhere nearby, close but not too close. I wipped my prints from the steering wheel and such, just to be safe, although i was technically according to the government. I burned to ashes in a house fire.
I reached back to Bobby's place in a couple of minutes and let myself in.
"Bobby it's me~" I said cheerfully. My eyes landed on the two of them embracing in the middle of the room. I smiled at the heartwarming scene. I'm glad Dean's back.
"It's...it's good to see you, boy." Bobby said. Breaking the hug.
"Yeah, you too." Dean replied.
I hopped up on the table, and watched the two of them chat and such. You know minus Bobby splaching holy water in his face.
"Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit -" Bobby started.
"I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject." Dean said wiping his face with a towel.
"What do you remember?" Bobby asked.
"Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it. Sam's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not..."
"Oh, he's alive. As far as we know." I said my face twisting into disgust, jumping into the conversation.
"Good. Wait...what do you mean, as far as you know?" Dean asked, eyeing us. I could tell my response was less than satisfactory.
"We haven't spoken to him for months." I said.
"You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?" Dean asked, his voice reaching an angry tone.
"He was dead set on it." Bobby replied nonchalantly.
"You should have been looking after him." Dean said, with irritation in his voice.
"We tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him or for us! We had to bury you." Bobby argued.
"Why did you bury me, anyway?" Dean asked curiously.
"I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... Sam and Alice wouldn't have it." Bobby replied.
"Well, I'm glad they won that one." Dean said, with a bit of relief.
"I'm wasn't gonna burn my brother Bobby!" I said a bit angrily.
Dean eyed me to curiously, I just thought that would be inhumane and I wouldn't stand for it!
"Sam said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said." Bobby said.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked suspiously.
"He was quiet. Really quiet... And then he just took off. Wouldn't return our calls. I tried to find him, but seemed he didn't want to be found." I said, rememering the fight we had.
"Oh, damn it, Sammy." Dean cursed.
"What?" Bobby asked curiously.
"Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo." Dean said.
"What makes you so sure?" Bobby asked curiously.
"You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this." Dean removed his jacket and pulled up his sleeve to reveal a hand print.
"What in the hell?" Bobby said, surprised. He stood up and started walking towards Dean to get a closer look.
"It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out."
"But why?"
"To hold up their end of the bargain."
"You think Sam made a deal."
"It's what I would have done."
That is a plausible theory.
Dean called the cell phone company so he could track Sam via GPS
"Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me...Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles...Social is 2-4-7-4...Thank you." Dean said, ending the conversation and hanging up. He went and crossed over to a laptop on the table.
"How'd you know he'd use that name?" I asked curiously.
"You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid?" Dean said with slight sarcasm. Dean picked up one of the empty liquor bottles scattered around and eyes it curiously. "Hey, Bobby? What's the deal with the liquor store? What, are your parents out of town or something?"
"Like I said. Last few months ain't been all that easy." Bobby replied.
Dean looked at Bobby and held his gaze for a moment. "Right."
The laptop beeped and a map pops up on the screen.
"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois." Dean daid. I hopped down off the table and stretched.
"Right near where you were planted." Bobby said.
"Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?" Dean said, I could almost hear the accusatiin in his voice.
I may be pissed st him, but I sure hope he didn't do what we think he did...
The three of us walked down a dingy hallway and knocked on a door with the number 207 inside a red heart. The door opens to revesl a brunette in a tank top and underwear. Im guessing that's not Sam... She looks at the three of us expectantly.
"So where is it?" The brunette asks irritably.
Dean looks at mr snd Bobby, just as confused.
"Where's what?" Dean asked.
"The pizza... that takes a pizza guy and two bodyguards deliver?" She ssid, quite rudely might I add.
"I think we got the wrong room..." I said embarrassed.
Sam then steps into the light. Looking grim, wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans.
"Hey, is..." Sam stops dead when he sees Dean. Probably unable to believe his eyes. He swallows, shocked, his eyes flicking between me, Dean, and Bobby.
"Heya, Sammy..." Dean said quietly.
Sam stays ilent while Dean lets himself in, ignoring the brunette, who steps aside to let him in. As Dean gets close, Sam whips out a a knife from seemingly nowhere and lunges at Dean. The brunette screams and I almost fee, bad for her right now. Dean blocks Sam's attack and Bobby pulls Sam off, gripping him around the shoulders while Sam struggles.
"Who are you?!" Sam yells. At that moment I knew it wasn't him...
"Like you didn't do this?!" Deam yelled.
"Do what?!" Sam asked angrily and confused.
"It's him. It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him." Bobby said. Sams anger seized and his eyes softened.
"What... " Sam said quietly. Probably not believing whats right in front of him .
Dean walked cautiously towards Sam. "I know. I look fantastic, huh?"
Bobby lets go of Sam, who looks like he's on the verge of tears as he steps forward and pulls Dean into a desperate hug. They embrace for several seconds, it was heavy with emotion, as Bobby looks on with tears in his eyes. Sam pushes Dean back to arm's length and takes in the fact that he's really back. The brunette from earlier is staring looking confused.
"So are you two like... together?" She asked, curiously and a bit confused. When I heard that I stiffled a laugh, they were often confused with two gay lovers. But when you actually know them, you can't even really fathom that thought.
"What? No. No. He's my brother." Sam said, clearing up the misunderstanding, he had obviously just forgotten that she was even there.
"Uh... got it. I... I guess. Look, I should probably go." She said, awkwardly. Sorry hun, you aren't getting any action tonight.
"Yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Sorry." Sam said, slightly apologetically.
Sam was now wearing a white button-down, opens the door to let the girl, now dressed in an adorable blue plaid shirt, out. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying, however I did catch a disappointed look on her face before leaving.
Sam comes back into the room and sits down. Dean is standing above him with his arms crossed. He and Bobbh are both looking at Sam suspiciously. I was eyeing him as well, but more out of curiosity not suspicion.
"So tell me, what'd it cost?" Dean asked seriously.
"The girl? I don't pay, Dean." Sam said with a small laugh.
"That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?" Dean said, the same serious look plastered on his face.
"You think I made a deal?" Sam asked.
"That's exactly what we think." Bobby said just as seriously as Dean. Sam looked at me briefly before turning away. I was observing from a far. I was definitely nkt getting involved in this.
"Well, I didn't." Sam said.
"Don't lie to me." Dean said intensely.
"I'm not lying." Sam replied.
Dean started advancing towards Sam. "So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch boy? I didn't want to be saved like this."
Sam stood up angrily. Clearly frustrated with the accusations. "Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?"
Dean grabbed Sam by the collar of his shirt. "There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!" Dean yelled.
Sam looked angroly at Dean and broke his grip. "I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry."
Dean calmed down slowly and relaxed. He stook a step back, now believing Sam's story. "It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question." Bobby interjected.
"If he didn't pull me out, then what did?" Dean added.
Later that night Sam pulled me over for a chat.
"Hey, Alice can we talk?" Sam asked.
"Nothing to talk about Sam." I said stoicly.
"Alice, I'm sorry about what happened before! I was just angry! And skightly drunk. Angry at myself for not being able to save him, I wrongfully took my anger out on you. I didn't mean any of it. Can you forgive me?" Sam pleaded. I stared straight into his eyes. I can see that he wasntruly sorry ab8ut what he said. I gave him a soft smile and hugged him tight.
"Of course I can Sam. You're my big brother. I'm sorry about what I said to you too. You were rught, I should've done something more. I was scared that if I couldn't accept it that life will just pass me by without doing anything meaningful. Im glad you're safe." I meant every word of it. I'm glad we're friends again...
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