Necessary Evil
Summary:When their world goes topsy-turvy, the Winchester brothers have no idea how to stop the murders in a seemingly normal Massachusetts town. It wont be easy, they will have to confront their deepest fears in order to save the townspeople and themselves, but at what price? Takes place in the present I guess, definitely after Folsom Prison Blues .
Chapter 1
The smell of salt filled the impala as Dean Winchester rolled down his window, cooling down the inside of the car Sam followed suit and relished the feeling of the cool wind blowing in his face and though his long, chocolate locks. He opened his eyes, almost for getting that Dean was driving parallel to the gorgeous Atlantic.
It was beautiful, the shining sun, the outstanding beaches, the light blue-green, sun-kissed waves. it was almost euphoric.
"Still hate me for the prison plan?" Dean suddenly asked, turning to Sam, bringing his brother out of his zen-like state. Sam sat up straighter and looked at his brother, who also seemed to enjoy the scenery.
"I never hated the plan, I just said it was the dumbest thing we've ever done-" Sensing what Dean what going to say and cutting him off "yes, dumber than that waitress in Tampa,."
"Lest we gorget the stunning town of Rivergrove, population of zero" Dean added, quirking an eyebrow.
"I thought we agreed never to speak of that again." Sam snapped back, annoyed but slightly upset, not wanting to relive what happened there, almost catching a demonic virus then finding out his brother might have to kill him qualified as a downer.
"Fine, change of subject, why'd you pick the Cape anyways?" Dean asked.
"I spent my Stanford years on the west coast and c'mon Dean, look at this place, nobody will know we're wanted felons." Sam rationalized.
"Right, it's all old ladies and fishermen here-" He caught Sam rolling his eyes "Not that I'm complaining or anything!" Sam decided not to fight with his brother on this, how could he when he was finally having a vacation? A vacation to flee authorities, yes, but still a vacation, and damn if he wasn't going to take advantage of it.
"Dean, how bout we put on some music." Sam asked his brother as he brought his arm out of the window.
"Now, when you say music, are we talking real music or weepy, anemic music that kids with eating disorders listen to?" Dean answered, no way he was trusting Sam's taste in music.
Sam could not believe Dean's immaturity and pig-headed-ness towards his music, so what if he thought there was a world beyond music that guys wrote smoking god knows what and having spontaneous 10 minute drum solos?
"How about we rock, paper, scissors for it? I win, I play one of my old tapes, you win, you pick the music?"
"Dude, have you forgotten the cardinal rule of the impala? Driver picks the music." Dean stopped, waiting for Sam to finish it, which he did with an eye-roll.
"Shot gun shuts his cake-hole." He said glumly and pouted, folding his arms across his chest. Dean took pity on him.
"Fine, let's have a listen to some of your alternative rock, some of it ain't too bad, the little bit that doesn't make me crave intoxication. But, if you put on any emo music, I can be held responsible for what I do to you." He said.
Sam rummaged through his backpack behind his seat, his tape collection wasn't quite as large as Deans, but he managed to keep some that survived both CD's and MP3's. He pulled out one that he thought completely fit his mellow mood, 'Siamese Dream' by the Smashing Pumpkins. He popped the tape in and set it to track three. He sat back and let the music and scenery take him away.
"Today"
Today is the greatest
Day I've ever known
Can't live for tomorrow,
Tomorrow's much too long
I'll burn my eyes out
Before I get out
I wanted more
Than life could ever grant me
Bored by the chore
Of saving face
Today is the greatest
Day I've never known
Can't wait for tomorrow
I might not have that long
I'll tear my heart out
Before I get out
Pink ribbon scars
That never forget
I tried so hard
To cleanse these regrets
My angel wings
Were bruised and restrained
My belly stings
Today is
Today is
Today is
The greatest day
I want to turn you on
I want to turn you on
I want to turn you on
I want to turn you
Today is the greatest
Today is the greatest day
Today is the greatest day
That I have ever really known
Dean found himself guiltily enjoying the mellow tune but mostly enjoying the feeling it gave Sam. Dean felt that everything would be okay, that maybe, the universe was all going to work itself out in the end. Dean was in for a rude awakening.