Listen to Your Elders
K Hanna Korossy
…Dean's still worried about Sam, and so am I. Would be bad enough if he was just spending a lot of time with Ruby, but Dean says Sam is "involved" with her—I really don't wanna think about what that means—and trusts her, maybe to the point of choosing her over Dean. She's in a pretty package, don't get me wrong, but that she-demon helped me fix the Colt and I still wouldn't trust her farther than I could throw her. Which ain't far…
…Sam picked Ruby's team instead of his brother's. Now the damn Devil is out and the world's gonna be worm food soon if we don't stuff him back in his cage. Oh, and I'm stuck in a wheelchair. When the Winchesters blow it, they blow it big…
Sam shut Bobby's journal and stuffed it into his duffel, lip clamped in his teeth. Bobby hadn't been wrong. Not that Sam would've been willing to listen; he'd been so sure he was right, that he could trust Ruby.
He wasn't about to let Dean make the same mistake with Benny.
Grimly, he followed Martin out the door, careful not to look at his cuffed and bleeding brother lying behind them on the floor.
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…Martin saved my bacon, again. Ghouls often work in groups, and even though they don't usually go after the living, they're fierce when provoked. I was busy with two of them and didn't see a third on my six until Martin took it out. (Note: always hunt ghouls in teams.) That's one more I owe Creaser. If I didn't have to get back to the boys, I'd join him on his next hunt: he's heading to Albuquerque after a la llorona. After Wisconsin, I'm not taking my boys anywhere near something that drowns kids…
…Albuquerque messed Creaser up pretty bad. Seeing that little girl die in front of him—it's a lesson I can't afford to learn. He keeps calling me to go with him on bigger and bigger hunts, reminds me I owe him, but he's increasingly reckless, obsessed to the point of suicidal. I told him I can't, I gotta think of my boys. He said there were more important things. So we're done…
Dean weighed the phone in his hand. He would've remembered his dad's words even if he hadn't reread the part in John's journal about Martin after he found out Sam had him tailing Benny. Creaser was losing screws right and left even then; his brother had been an idiot to bring him into this. Worse, Sam had forgotten John's lesson and was making Dean choose between Marty and the hunt, and Benny. And family always came first, whether blood brothers or brothers-in-arms.
Clenching his jaw, Dean typed the text: Sam, I need your help. Come quick, and hit Send. It would look like it came from Amelia, and Sam would panic, dropping everything to rush to Texas to save her. It was a crap move, but Dean tossed the phone into the glove compartment without a moment more of remorse and headed out to find Benny.
He refused to let his brother make him choose between Sam and Benny, too.
The End