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3 weeks had passed, 3 weeks they had been gone, 3 weeks she had been gone. So, why did he care now? He didn't know, he remembered Duluth, he hadn't called her like he said he would, she hadn't thought about them, about her, until the very last moment; she had saved him and now she was dead, as simple as that, just like the guy back at that ripper's job, just like dad. Why did he get to live while his friends and family died around him? Died because of him? Because he was some angel's meat suit? He was a hunter dammed it, he was supposed to save lives. The click of the gas pump took him away from his thoughts, the tank was full. He put the pump back into the dispenser and looked around, it was a bright sunny day, the wind was blowing a soft and cool breeze, it could have been the perfect day, but not today, not right now. He saw Sammy coming out of the store so he climbed to the driver's seat.

Sam entered the car, as his brother drove down the road Sam worried, his brother looked horrible, worst than crap, he was pale, completely dried out of both colour and spirit, also, he had the biggest eye bags he had ever seen, mementos of sleepless nights, the nightmares had returned, Sam hated it, hearing Dean's screams at night, it started about 3 weeks ago, after Carthage, after the Harvelle's sacrifice, first it was just screams, then it was Dean waking up in the middle of the night terrified and covered in cold sweat, the only nights his brother seemed to rest were the one he drank himself unconscious, you don't dream when you passed out Sam thought, which couldn't be even remotely near healthy. Sam was also sorry about Ellen and Jo, especially knowing they had failed, they hadn't killed Lucifer, but Dean was just… not right, something had broken inside him, it was worst than when dad died, Sam thought it was because all they've been through, dad's death in order to save Dean, Sam's own death and comeback thanks to Dean's deal, Dean going to hell and back, all the angel crap, their fights about thrusting Ruby or Meg or whatever, the unleash of the apocalypse, and most recently and the last drop, Jo and Ellen's deaths, everything had bottled up and collapsed inside his brother. Bobby was worried too, they had tried to talk to him, but Dean was like a zombie, he wouldn't talk, the biggest conversation they've had lasted over 2 minutes, and had been about a ghost case, the first and only one they had worked after Carthage.

Dean was driving, "We should stop at the next motel, get some rest" Sam mentioned, his brother only gave him a weary look "I'm tired" Sam added, he hoped his brother would listen, Sam wasn't even near tired, he couldn't have been even if he wanted to, Dean was doing everything, looking for jobs, driving all day and night, searching for something to kill the Devil, anything to keep his mind busy, trying not to think, he wanted his brother to rest even if it meant nightmares.

Dean pulled into a dirty looking motel, after checking in they went to their room, Dean dropped their bags on the closest bed, "Good night" he said to his younger brother and headed for the door, "What? Where are you going?" Sam asked, "Nowhere in particular", "There're no bars around Dean", "I know", "So, oh let me guess, going to your car gulp down your private stash and black out?", "Sounds like a plan to me", "Well no! I got rid of all the alcohol in the Impala, so if you want to get drunk is going to have to be in Coke", Sam said pointing to the wall where outside was a vending machine, Dean looked pissed, like wanting to punch Sammy right on the face but instead he swallowed hard and turned to leave, but Sam blocked his way, "No your not getting off so easy ", "Move", "Not 'till we talk", "Get off my way Sammy", "Dean you've been like a freaking zombie these days… you need to talk to someone", his brother looked very angry, but that was good at least now he was showing some feeling, "Wanna talk Sammy? Fine let's talk, let's talk about how we couldn't ice the Devil, let's talk about how Ellen and Jo died for nothing, how Death is free, how an entire town got wiped out, how world's going to hell and we can't do anything to help it… huh Sam what do you want to talk about firs?!", "Dean I know it's hard, I missed them too, and I know that you and Jo had something but…", "No Sam you don't know, because not even I knew what Jo and I had and now I'll never know, because she's dead, she saved me and what does she gets? She gets death" Dean shoved his brother out of the way; Sammy didn't put any resistance, and walked outside.

He wandered around for a couple of hours, Sammy was right there was no booze anywhere near here so he decided to head back, his cell phone rang he took it out of his pocket and checked the screen, unknown, he ignore it, he stood in front of the building where their room was, he didn't want to enter just yet, Sammy was there and probably would do another attempt to talk, he didn't' want to talk, he wasn't even sure about what was he feeling right now, so until he figured that out Sammy would have to wait, he went to his car, and after checking if what Sammy said about getting rid of his stash was true (it was), he sat next to his beloved Impala, the only thing he was left with was some whisky he carried with him, he drank slowly looking at the starless sky, his phone rang again, unknown, he flipped it open and brought it to his ear, "Hello?", nobody answered, "Hello?!", still nothing but some static, "listen dickhead if this is a joke…", "Dean?..." Dean jumped at the sound of the voice, "Dean… help me please", it was Jo's voice, it sounded frightened, "No it can't be, she's dead" he whispered to himself, "Dean please it's dark…and those things…" she was sobbing now, Dean remembered the Crocotta in Ohio, and felt the anger rush through his veins, someone, some bastard was using Jo's voice to make fun of him, "Listen to me you demonic piece of crap, I'm gonna find you, and when I do you're gonna wish you were in hell", "What?, Dean those things are after me, please help me… I'm in this town… Silent Hill… hurry" a burst of static made Dean move the phone away form his ear, the call ended.

He was so pissed he almost broke his phone because of how tight he was holding the dammed thing, how did they dared?! Those sons of bitches staining her memory like that, it got to be a Crocotta, but where? They were in the middle of nowhere, he looked at the main office, maybe the guy running this place, nah his office had been cleaner than a dammed hospital, Crocottas liked to live in filth, he opened his phone again, looked into his received calls and recalled the number, just static, no ringing, no voice mail, just static, he hanged up, he went back to his room; Sammy was on a bed reading some book Bobby leaned him, "Can I borrow your computer?", "Sure " Sam said a little confused of seeing his brother , he appeared calm but at the same time Sam could sense this uneasiness in him, he pointed the little table on the corner of the room where his laptop was, "I'm going to sleep Dean and I don't care if I have to tie you up to the passenger's seat I'm driving tomorrow", "Sure, ok", Dean took his keys out of his pocket and threw them to his brother, Sam was really amazed now Dean was really caught up on whatever he was searching for, with a final glance at his brother Sam turned and slept.

Dean thought it was stupid, the whole thing had probably been just a bad taste prang by some demon or creature, she, no, it had asked him to come to Silent Hill, which to Dean was like a billboard saying tramp, but still it was intriguing, what was on Silent Hill? Who was calling? He typed Silent Hill and hit Search.

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