It's the two year anniversary of my father's death and god do i just want to make it through the day. I've been taught to be strong, to not cry, to not let your weaknesses show through but i just can't. I can remember every moment about the night he died in my arms. I can still hear his last words, and remember as the life drained out of his eyes. "Cassie" he said, "You have to continue on, remember why i started hunting and avenge my death." So that's what i'm doing. I'm finding my parents killer and i promise, when i'm killing this bastard slowly, to tell him that this is for them.
Dean Winchester rolled over on his back and just stared at the hotel ceiling. So much bad stuff had happened lately, and he was tired of living this kind of life. They kill the evil sons of bitches but for what? They never get a thank you, get any awards, or get any help. Basically, all the boys got was bad luck. Sam had died, and Dean, sold his soul to bring him back and now, he was about to go to hell in a year. They couldn't stop the gates of hell from bursting open, and what really tore him up inside, was the fact that their father was dead.
"Hey Dean, what's wrong?" Sam Winchester sat up and looked at his older brother.
"Nothing ok. Stop asking!" Dean rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door. he stopped in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection, His appearance looked the same, but it was just a lie. He felt so busted inside, that he wanted to scream. He washed his face and pulled his best game face on for his little brother. When he got done, he walked out of the bathroom and grabbed his car keys.
"Ready to go Sammy?" Dean didn't look at him, he just couldn't right now. He didn't want to show that there was actually something bothering him.
"Yeah, i'll be right out." Sam said standing up and fixing his shirt. Dean shuffled out the door and Sam watched with a worried expression. He knew something was wrong, he had been around his brother for too long, and by god, he was bound and determined to find out what was up! He grabbed his jacket an shut the hotel door. Sam got in the Impala and looked at Dean. His brother was staring straight ahead as they pulled out of the parking lot.
"Dean, i know something's wrong. You might as well just tell me." Sam said after a few minutes.
"Sam...don't start." Dean said warningly. He was definitely not in the mood for sharing.
"Dean why don't you ever want to talk about how you feel? You're still going to be my tough brother, it just helps me understand you more. God dean this whole being silent, and bottling it all up, it isn't healthy. It probably hurts worse and i'm just trying to help you, but you won't let me!" Sam snarled. he didn't mean to but he ended the conversation yelling.
Suddenly Dean swerved the car into an ally and slammed it in park.
"You really want to know how i'm feeling?" Well here it goes!" Dean said ripping his sunglasses off his face. "I'm tired Sam! Mentally and emotionally. I'm tired of this life and how we don't get repaid, plus, it sucks because we get all the bad luck and the only family i have left is you and Bobby!" Dean continued. He rubbed a hand across his face before the tears that had built up, had a chance to fall down.
Sam just sat there dumfounded. He couldn't believe what Dean had said. He didn't know that that's how his older brother felt, and Sam felt sorry for him.
"So what do you want to do?" Sam finally asked.
"I just want to finish this damn job Sam. Then, i want to get on the road and just go away." Dean said putting his sunglasses back on and started the engine. When his baby started, he cranked up the radio so that Sam wouldn't get any more Dr. Phil sessions in.
"The demons hideout is basically a bar, but Cassidy, i wouldn't recommend going there alone." Dustin said patting her hand.
Cassidy raised an eyebrow and slowly smiled.
"You're going there anyways, aren't you?" Dustin sighed. Stubborn headed girl! Just like her father!
"You know me better than that! I live for the danger!" she laughed. "Thanks for the information now, here's that beer i promised." Cassidy slid over a bottle of beer to her trusted friend and fellow hunter Dustin.
"How about i take you instead of this beer?" Dustin winked. He was about forty years old and became a huge flirt when he was drunk.
Cassidy rolled her eyes and waved goodbye to Dustin as she walked towards the exit of the bar. When she got outside, she walked to her black Chevelle and opened up the trunk, grabbing her dad's special demon blade. She turned it over in her hands before sliding it into her back pocket and getting inside of the car. She started up her big boy, and looked down at the picture of her and her father resting on the dashboard. She still remembered that day. It was her first day of school and she wouldn't let him go.
"Cassie, there is nothing to be afraid of here. It's safe i promise." he gently removed her arms around his leg and brushed her hair from her face.
"Daddy don't leave me!" Cassidy said looking up at her father. "What if i never see you again?"
"I'll be right here to pick you up. You'll see me again. You know what?" he grabbed her hand and led her back to the Chevelle. Her dad reached in the back seat and pulled out a camera. In the next moment, she had a picture of her and her father in her hand.
"What's this for daddy?" she smiled.
"It's to tell you that i'll be right here with you forever and always. I love you sweetheart."
She held the picture against her chest and sobbed. For so long she had kept it in, that she felt completely busted inside, and she was tired of hunting these monsters. The only reason she had started this job was because of her father, but he was gone now, so shouldn't she just be able to stop?
"I'll just finish this job. Then i'm going to get on the road and just go away." she promised herself silently. She gently laid the picture on the passenger seat, put the car in drive, and headed to the bar Dustin had found. Cassidy turned the radio up, and started to relax as the good classic rock songs came through the car's speakers.