"I want you to give this to him," The sound of the hell hounds outside the door sent flutters through my heart, "Dean-"
"Promise me Alex," he put his necklace in my hand, but it felt like it was the world. So I did the only thing I knew I could do; I said yes.
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I could feel the necklace in my back pocket, burning my skin through the fabric of my jeans. My knuckled white on the steering wheel, with flakes of blood still lingering. My eyes blurred with tears. I kept forcing myself not to cry, not to think about what I had to do. about all the unanswered questions, about Dean- about his Death.
"Help me," I whispered, my voice raw. "If you're here, just help me get through this."
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"Alex," Bobby put his hand on my shoulder, but I could barely feel it. "You know he wouldn't want this." his voice was gruff, but i could still hear all the grief, the anger in it as if it was my own. "There is still time-"
"I don't care what he would want, Bobby" I shook his hand off my shoulder. "He'll need a body to come back to."
"Now don't you go do somethin' stupid. You hear me Alex?" he forced me to look at him, "Dean is dead, but we still got to go on." he sighed, shutting his eyes.
"Why?" I asked, "Why is he dead? Why were they after him Bobby?" I turned around kicking dirt into the hole that held Dean's coffin, his body. "What did you do. huh?" I screamed at him, kicking more ground into the hole. "What deal did you make Dean? What did you gain by dying? what was so important that you'd leave me for?"
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"Where you headed kid?"
"California."
The bar tender gave me a smirk, "LA?"
I shook my head, "Stanford."
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He answered after the third knock. It was four in the morning and the anger in my soul could burn anyone who touched me. "Hello?" his voice sounded unsure, and I couldn't help but stare at his face trying to find traces of Dean in him. "Are you Sam?"
His eyes, they had the same eyes.
I looked away not waiting for an answer I pushed past him and into his apartment. "Excuse me," he followed me into his kitchen as i took a beer out of his fridge "Who the hell are you?" It was watered down.
Holly water.
I chugged it down.
"Im Alex."
He shook his head, with a 'so what expression'
"Dean sent me."
I told him, his face hardening in an instant. "Look. Whatever he has to say to me, he can say it himself," I glared at him, all of my anger my pain directed towards him "That would be kinda hard Sammy, since he's dead."
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