Dean looked over at Sam and was surprised to find him sleeping. Even though he hated the thought of his visions being back and the toll it took on his brother, he was glad Sam was getting some much needed rest. Keeping the radio low, he pulled the Impala back out on the road. With everything else the past week, this was the last thing they needed. He knew Sam was running on empty and if he was truthful with himself, he knew he wasn't much better. He'd come to terms with his fate, but getting there...
In a way he'd been almost glad of Sam's insomnia. He'd sat up drenched in sweat and panting on more than one occasion, having had the mother of all nightmares, only to find his brother gone. After easing his initial fear, tip toeing downstairs to find Sam hard at work researching, he was relieved he wouldn't have to explain. Now though... He wished they had someone they could ask about all this, someone who could explain what the hell was happening. Heck, he'd even put up with Missouri threatening to whack him with a spoon if she could just tell them something. But this was out of her area of expertise and there were no psychic kids left to compare notes with. Sam was the last one. The only one. He didn't know what to do. How was he suppose to protect him when he didn't know what was going on?
Opening a packet of mini doughnuts, he popped one in his mouth and switched his thoughts to Sam's vision. Maybe if they could figure that out, the rest would follow. A few minutes of thinking and Dean was starting to get his own headache. Nothing. He couldn't put anything together from what little they had. He wished Ash was still alive. They could've had him run a check on the logo. The death of the odd ball mullet head hadn't been the blow that losing John or Jim was, but he still liked the guy. He couldn't help feeling it was their fault that he was dead. The demon took him out because he was helping them. Not just Ash, but a lot of other people. Hunters. Maybe some civilians for all they knew. The occasional tourist did stop by.
The desire for a snack gone, he set the rest of the doughnuts aside. Poor Ellen. Ash was a good friend to her. Losing him, the others and the roadhouse had nearly destroyed her. The only silver lining was that Jo hadn't been there. Feeling a sudden need to see her daughter, Ellen had left Bobby's ahead of them and headed for Minnesota. Dean doubted she would be back. Another ally down. The list of people they could count on was getting alarmingly short.
I really should call Bobby. He thought. He should know about Sam's mojo coming back. Starting to reach for his phone, he looked over at his sleeping sibling. Later. First he was going to find a diner where they could get a half decent meal. Then they'd find a motel and set up shop while they figured out what to do. Decision made, Dean stepped on the gas. The sooner he got some food into Sam the better.
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Sam opened his eyes and looked around him. There was a diner on his right. Dean must have stopped for lunch. Taking a look at his watch, he was shocked to see it was dinner time. He couldn't believe he'd slept so long. He glanced at Dean who'd noticed he was awake.
"Hey Sammy. I was just about to wake you."
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Sam asked "Why didn't you wake me up sooner? It's been hours since we stopped anywhere. You must be starving."
"Nah. I just got hungry. Besides, you needed the rest." He tapped Sam's knee with his hand. "Come on. Let's go."
Following Dean into the small diner, he didn't miss the way he limped a bit. He'd been cramped up driving for too long. Sam shook his head. Stubborn. He always put Sam's needs before his own. He should have woke him up for his turn to drive, or at least stopped to get out and stretch.
Going to the back they slid into a booth that would allow them a full view of the room. A yawn worked it's way lose as Sam reached for his menu. He hadn't had much of an appetite lately, but he needed to keep his strength up. If choking down the days blue plate special would ease his brother's concern, he'd do it.
Seeing the yawn, Dean chuckled. "What's wrong sleeping beauty? Didn't get enough rest?"
Sam scowled. "Hilarious."
"I thought so."
"I'm fine. I just need some caffeine is all."
"Yeah, coffee would be good." Dean said as he looked around for the waitress. Catching her eye, she nodded and help up a finger, letting them know she'd be a minute. Finishing up with the other customer, the blue haired woman - who's name tag identified her as 'Merna' - came to stand next to their table. Taking out her notepad, she smiled at them.
"What can I get you boys this evening?"
"I'd like the homestyle meatloaf with mashed potatoes and green beans please." Sam said.
"And what do you want to drink with that sweetie?"
"Coffee."
"Alright. One special and a coffee. And for you sugar?"
Dean smiled at the kindly woman. "Uh, I'll have the country fried steak with a baked potato and green beans. And coffee, black."
She nodded and smiled again. "Coming right up." she said as she walked off to place their order.
Sam sighed and leaned back. "Nice lady."
"Yeah. This place isn't too bad."
Sam nodded. It was one of the nicer places they'd been to in a while. Merna brought them their coffee and bustled off to wait another table.
Taking a deep sip, Dean grimaced. "Yuck. What the hell is this stuff? It's definitely not coffee."
Sam cocked a brow at his brother. "What's wrong?"
"It tastes weird." Dean's face scrunched. "It's got an odd smell too. I could swear I've smelled it before."
Picking up his own cup, Sam sniffed. His nose wrinkled. Dean was right, there was an odd odor, barely detectable over the scent of the coffee. What was it? Like Dean, he recognized it from somewhere. It was on the tip of his tongue. Suddenly, Dean began coughing. Sam sat up straighter. "Dean? You okay?"
Dean tried to speak, but only began to cough harder. Alarmed, Sam rose from his seat and joined his brother who was now leaning over in a severe coughing fit. "Oh God Dean, your lips are turning blue!" Hand on his bothers back, Sam turned frantically and called out, "Help! Somebody please, my brother!" His eyes widened. It was only then that he noticed the people at the surrounding tables. Men, women, all in states of distress. Some were grabbing wildly at their throats, other coughing in earnest, coughing up blood. Dear God. And some... Some were still, faces down or bodies slumped in their seats. He knew without checking they were dead. What was happening?
Turning back to his brother, he was horrified to see blood oozing out of Dean's mouth. Face pale, lips a ghostly blue, eyes wildly darting around. Then those eyes rolled over white and the coughing stopped. Body going limp, Dean sagged unbreathing in Sam's hold. "No! No. No. No. No." Sam shook him. Dean's body hung loosely like a rag doll before it slid out to fall lifelessly to the floor. Tears were running down Sam's face as he sank to the floor, cradling his brothers' head in his lap. "Dean, no."
Lost in his grief, he wasn't even aware the chaos around him had quieted until he heard the laughter. Lifting his eyes toward the noise, he saw Merna and the cook standing among the dead and smiling.
"What?" He was unsure of what was going on. Everyone was dead. His brother was dead. Were they insane?
Stepping over to Sam, Merna looked down on him. "Aww. We missed one. Poor thing looks lonely."
The cook smiled and joined her over Sam. "We can fix that." Their eyes turned black.
"Nooo!" Sam's scream tore thought the diner.
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"Sam! Sam. Hey!"
Sam froze as the voice penetrated the fog and pain in his head. Dean? But Dean was... Sam opened his eyes to find himself folded over on his side of the booth. Dean was standing next to him and behind him he saw Merna frowning at him. Both looked concerned. Looking around he noticed the other patrons looking at him curiously. "Wha..?"
Dean frowned. "That's what I'd like to know. One minute Merna is bringing us our coffee and the next your freaking out. You okay there, Sammy?"
Sam's eyes widened in alarm. "Coffee."
Scrambling upright, Sam snatched up his mug and smelled the dark brew. Screwing up his nose, he tried not to vomit. It was the same smell, just like before. His eyes narrowed as he recognized it. Poison. There was poison in the coffee. Darting from the booth, Sam grabbed his mug, then Dean's and threw them on the floor.
As they smashed, Dean jumped. "Jeeze." Getting up he grabbed his brother's arm. "Sam! What the hell has gotten into you?"
Sam's eyes swung panicked to his. "Poison. It's all poisoned."
Dean stared at Sam afraid his little brother had lost his mind. Sam tried to jerk his arm lose, but Dean held firm. "Dean, please. We have to stop them or they'll all die."
"Now look here.." Merna began and Sam's eyes swung to her and narrowed.
"Christo." he hissed.
Instantly her eyes went black and Dean's heart sped up. A demon. That meant - Dean released Sam's arm and he raced over to the other tabled and booths, up turning them and throwing the tainted food to the floor.
"Don't eat it! It's been poisoned! Everybody get out now!"
Confused and frightened, most of the other diners looked at him like he was a crazy person. More than happy to comply with his order, they all ran for the exit. Breathing heavily, he turned as the last one left, seeing Dean standing off with Merna.
"You know, the service here sucks. I hope you don't think you're getting a tip."
She smiled cooly and looked at Sam. "Clever boy. How did you know?"
Sam's face darkened with the memory of his vision. "I saw you."
She cocked a silver brow. "Really? Hm. That's too bad. But I guess it doesn't matter. We'll just start over."
"No you won't." He ground out.
"Oh? And how are you going to stop us Sammy? You and your big brother going to send us back to hell?"
"As a matter of fact."
She laughed, the sound like broken glass grating. "Please. Our kind has nothing to fear from you hunters anymore."
Dean's hand rested on his flask of holy water, ready to make his move. He and Sam could take her. Unscrewing the cap, he whipped out the water and flung it on her. She screamed as smoke and fizz appeared on the front of her uniform.
"Stop that!" She shouted as she lifted an arm. And invisible force sent Dean flying back onto the booth, breaking the table.
"Dean!" Sam rushed to his side as she came closer.
"I told you. We have nothing to fear from you."
"You on the other hand," said a voice from their left, "have a great deal to fear."
The cook. Damn. Sam forgot about him. Dean was down, the demons were advancing on them, they were pretty much cornered. Now what?
"Dean." Sam whispered harshly in his ear.
He groaned. "Ughh."
"Dean, I need you to wake up."
Dean's eyes cracked open and he groaned again. "Why do they always throw me across the room?"
"Time's up boys." said the cook as both he and Merna came at them.
Knowing he was out of time, Sam whispered to Dean, "I have an idea, try to keep them busy."
"Are you serious?" Sam gave him a look. "Ah man." He griped as he pulled himself off the floor.
Sam crawled a little ways back and started his plan. He hoped it would work or they were screwed.
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Dean cautiously danced just out of the demons reach. He hoped Sam had a plan and he hoped he'd put it into action fast. He didn't know what to do in the meantime, so he went with his old standby. Distract, antagonize, try not to get killed.
"So what kind of sorry excuse for demons are you anyways? Your evil plan was to take over a diner. Tell me, do the other demons laugh at you around the water cooler?"
The cook smirked. "Cute. I hope you're still this much fun as we're killing you." Merna giggled and he continued. "We are what you could call demons of plague, we are the Bori."
In a flash he was on Dean, large hand around his throat, choking him. Hey wait. Choking is Sam's thing he thought idly as he reached behind him on the table. Popping the cap off the salt shaker, he raised it high. The demon laughed as though greatly amused. "Salt? That's the best you can do? I'm much too powerful for something like that boy."
"Maybe," Dean said, "but getting it in your eyes will still burn like a bitch." Dumping it into the demon's face, he grunted as it dropped him. Howling and rubbing furiously at it's eyes, it shouted to the other, "Kill him!"
Dean started to back up. "Uh, Sam..."
Enraged, Merna came at him. "Ah crap." The next thing he knew he was sailing through the air again. Landing on the floor near Sam, he flipped over and gave a weak wave. "Hey Sam, just thought I'd drop in. Don't mean to rush you, but how's that plan coming?"
Sam looked over at him from his place on the floor. In front of him was a table that hid him from view up till now. Looking over it, he saw both demons coming. "It's done. Now we just have to hope it works."
Dean's eyes followed Sam's to the floor. So that's the plan.
Both got up and slowly backed away as the demons approached. "Foolish hunters." The male growled, "The games end now." Grabbing the table, he roughly threw it aside and the two walked forward.
"Interesting choice of words." Sam said looking down. They too gazed below to their feet and looked back up, eyes narrowed in hatred. Under them was a Devil's Trap drawn with the crayons the diner provides for the children's games on the placemats.
Dean smirked as he patted Sam on the back. "Nice work Sammy. I'm impressed." Sam smiled. "So, what do you say we send these evil bastards back to hell?"
"Sounds good."
"Our army can not be stopped. All of you humans, so pathetic." the cook ground out, "Especially you Winchesters." The boys exchanged looks. "Yes, I know who you are and I know you're no match for us."
Dean snorted. "Says the guy trapped in the magic circle."
"You jest now, but there are more of us out there. Many more. You think the demon that ruined your family was bad?" It smiled, "Just you wait."
Sam held up the recovered flask and held it threateningly at the demon. "What do you mean?"
It merely continued to smile in silence. Sam threw the water in it's already sore eyes. The roar nearly deafened them.
"I think my brother asked you a question." Dean said.
The demon chuckled. "Fools, can you really be that stupid?" Sam raised his hand, it's eyes followed the flask before landing on his face. "Why do you think we are here?" At their confusion it continued seemingly amused. "He needed us to help him carry out his plans. If he was so powerful, why did he need us? We are the best, an army of the strongest hell has to offer. Forged in fire and brimstone. Your kind doesn't stand a chance in the coming storm."
Dean stepped closer. "What is the plan?" The demon refused to answer.
"Hey." Sam threw more out of the flask, sticking with the face area as it was the only way to get results. He and dean both saw how the holy water had little effect on Merna. It was only after Dean used the salt and weakened the demons eyes that Sam figured their best chance was to exploit it. It has worked until now. The demon remained unmoved.
"Guess they're ready to go." Dean said shrugging. "Hit it Sam."
Sam recited the exorcism from memory and they watch the black mist billow from Merna and the cook. As they both fell forward, Dean walked over to check on them. Feeling for their vitals, he frowned. Their heartbeats were weak and thready. "Crap."
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know. Heartbeats are acting sluggish. Think the exorcism caused it?"
Sam frowned. "Maybe. If a demon is strong enough, sending it packing can be hard on the host. We need to call an ambulance?"
"I.."
In the distance and heading their way they heard sirens.
"Shit." Dean stood up and surveyed the scene. Not good. "I think those people you saved called the cops. We gotta go."
Running to the car, they sped off down the road. Dean was pleased to see the lights fading into the background. They weren't being followed. The cops would take care of Merna and the cook.
"Man this sucks."
Sam snorted. "Tell me about it. Demons and cops."
"No. Well yeah, that too, but we didn't get dinner."
Sam just looked in disbelief at his brother. Dean shifted uncomfortably. "What? I'm hungry okay?"
Shaking his head Sam turned his gaze outward.
They had to drive longer than they'd first planed. Not wanting to chance stopping til they'd put at least two towns between them and the diner. Both were hungry, sore and exhausted. Finding a motel, they got a room under A. Young and almost fell into the beds.
"Ahh." Dean sighed.
Sam sunk into his own bed. "Yeah." he groaned.
"Helluva day, eh Sammy?"
"Umm." he agreed.
Dean lay there for a minute fighting sleep. The pull of the soft bed was calling him, but he couldn't shake what had happened. Sam must have had another vision. How else would he have known about the demons? But he hadn't even taken care of the first one yet. Why was he getting another one? He was about to ask Sam when a snore broke the quiet. Sitting up on his elbow, he glanced at Sam. Sure enough the kid was sacked out and sawing logs. Dean smiled softly. "Tomorrow then." Closing his eyes, he drifted off to join his brother in sleep.
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The rays of light shining in his eyes woke him from a sound slumber. Stretching, Dean rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed. Running a hand through his short hair, he looked over at Sam. Sam was usually up before him, but given how run down he was, Dean thought it was understandable. Standing, he quietly gathered his things for a shower. The motel actually had pretty decent water pressure, which wasn't always the case with the places they stayed. The hot water felt wonderful coursing over his aching body. For an old chick, that Merna had kicked his ass. The only thing soothing his ego was that she was possessed by a demon at the time. He hoped it wasn't going to become a habit, the two girls the trickster had conjured up doing it was bad enough.
Still stiff, but feeling much more refreshed, he stepped out and toweled off. A low growl sounded and he patted his unhappy stomach. Having missed dinner yesterday he was starving. He and Sam would have to get breakfast soon.
Later he would need to talk to him about everything that happened at the diner. Something was up with Sam's visions and they needed to figure it out fast. The whole thing was making him uneasy and if he was this freaked out, he could only guess how Sam felt. The sooner they figured out what was going on in his freaky head the better. And he still needed to call Bobby and fill him in. Those two demons had to be part of the Hell's Gate escape from the sound of it. He didn't like what the chatty one had told them.
Sliding into a fresh pair of jeans, he walked back into the bedroom. Sam was still asleep. He was still hungry, but he could wait. Sam obviously needed the sleep. Booting up the laptop, he decided to get to work researching again. They hadn't found anything on the logo from Sam's first vision, but they didn't have much else to go on. Hours and a ton of frustration later, he still had nothing. He shoved the computer away. Research was always more Sammy's deal anyway, maybe he'd have better luck. Speaking of Sam..
Dean frowned as he glanced at the clock and saw it was going on 10am. Sam never slept this late. Flipping the laptop shut, he went over to check on him. He looked worn out, but okay. Dean knew he had a lot of rest to catch up on, but the beginnings of concern were taking root. Could he be sick? He hadn't had much of an appetite lately. Putting his hand lightly on his brothers forehead he paused - no fever. Thank goodness for that, one less thing to worry about.
At the touch Sam stirred. "Dean?" He croaked sleepily, cracking one of his eyes to peer up at his big brother.
"Yeah. Sorry man, I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep." Dean was to the point where he may have to break out his emergency stash of M&Ms, but he wanted Sam to rest. He needed it and now that he could see Sam was okay, he felt a little weight lift off his shoulders. Only just.
Sam stretched and cleared his throat. "What time is it?"
"10:15"
Sam's brow shot up and he sat up against the headboard. "After 10? You should've woke me up."
"You looked tired, so I let you sleep. I'm an awesome brother that way." Dean said grinning.
Sam rolled his eyes and pushed the blankets back, standing. "Did you eat yet?"
"No. I figured I'd wait for you and we'd go to that Denny's we passed on the way in."
Sam knew Dean had to be famished since they both missed dinner last night. Even with his diminished desire for food lately, he was feeling a bit hungry. He was surprised and touched that he had waited on him. Then again, he felt guilty too because he also knew now more than ever thanks to the event at Cold Oak, Dean was more reluctant to let him out of his sight.
He's still worried about me. Hell, I'm worried about me. Last night didn't help. He'd had another vision without taking care of the first one. That had never happened before. It was starting to freak him out. Didn't help they'd come so close together either. He felt like crap, even after a full nights sleep. But Dean didn't need to know that, he was apprehensive enough already.
Unzipping his duffel he gathered his things for a shower. "I'll grab a quick shower and we'll head out then, kay?"
Dean nodded and watched Sam disappear into the bathroom. He was trying to hide it, but Dean knew his baby brother better than anyone. He wasn't up to snuff just yet. He was also walking a little stiffly. Maybe being cooped up in the car all day had something to do with it. Not that he would ever call his baby uncomfortable, they just hadn't taken enough breaks. Right then he decided they were going to be more careful. If you weren't in your best shape on a hunt, you could get hurt or worse. They both needed to be sharp. They were at war now and the battles were going to be a lot harder. No more skipping meals or foregoing sleep. They had to get it together and take better care of themselves. Yeah, he thought as his stomach growled again loudly, easier said than done.
He was thinking maybe they should avoid smaller diners from now on. They always seemed to bring trouble. A chill swept through him as he had a momentary flash of the diner Sam vanished from. The events that lead up to the nightmare that had been the past few weeks. He set his lips in a hard line. No way was Sam going anywhere without him again.
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Half an hour later they were sitting in Denny's having their first meal in 24 hrs. Sam didn't know wether to smile or feel ill watching Dean scarf down his Lumberjack Slam. Was he even chewing it? Sam was taking his time with his Ultimate Omelette, but he was beginning to think he might want to pick up the pace. At this rate his brother may eat his as well, they'd be lucky if he left the plates.
As if hearing his thoughts, Dean looked up at him. "Hey Sam, you gonna finish that?"
He scowled at him. "Yes Dean, I am."
"Oh. You were just sitting there, thought you were done."
Sam smirked. "Some of us actually like to chew our food before we swallow, not inhale it." Picking up his coffee (which he couldn't help sniffing), he took a drink.
Dean sat back and smiled. "You just don't know how to eat like a man Sammy. Those girly bites you been taking? So not cool."
Sam's coffee nearly snorted out his nose as he laughed at his brother's antics. "What?"
Dean grinned wide as he snatched the bacon off Sam's plate, stuffing it in his mouth whole, ends hanging out. "Like this." he said as he swallowed.
Sam shook his head slowly and laughed again. It felt good. Sitting here having fun with his brother. If felt like such a long time since they could be carefree - just be. He knew it couldn't last. As soon as they got up from this table it would be business as usual. Back to the hunt. To figuring out a way to save Dean. He could feel the despair descending on him again and forced it back. Not now. They would deal with all that later. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy this time with his brother.
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Dean smiled as he watched his brother laugh, really laugh. It had been a while since he'd heard that, seen the light in his eyes. Like he felt alive. Seeing Sam so alive made him feel alive too. Happy. He knew it couldn't last. They'd leave here and be back on the hunt. But for now, all he wanted to think about was this moment. The rest would come soon enough.
Paying the bill, Dean left a nice tip for the server. She smiled at him and slipped him her number as she took the money. He gave her his lady killer smile and stuck it in his pocket. Sam rolled his eyes. Dean looked at him innocently. "What?'
"Nothing."
Getting into the car, Dean was casual as he started her up. "So I was thinkin' we should call Bobby. See if he can help us find the woman from your vision."
Sam nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea. We still don't know what kind of trouble she's in or how much time we have to find her."
Dean cleared his throat. "About that. "
Sam held back a groan, he knew it was coming.
"I uh.." Dean was flustered. He wasn't any more sure about this than Sam was. "I was just wondering if.."
"If I had an idea why I had another vision when we haven't taken care of the first one, right?"
"Yeah."
Sam sighed. "I don't know man. This doesn't make sense, any of it. I mean, they're back and we don't know why or how. On top of that the first one didn't tell us squat. Then I get another one last night." Sam left out the part where Dean died. He didn't think he could relive that. "This has never happened before."
Dean hadn't thought so, but he'd wanted Sam to confirm it. He chewed his bottom lip for a second before asking, "Looks like we're in new territory. What do you want to do about it?"
Sam ran a hand through his hair. "I don't think there's anything we can do. I have no control over it. All we can do is try to go on what we have while we try to figure out what's going on."
Dean noticed Sam kept saying 'we' not 'I'. He wasn't sure why that made him feel better. "Okay. Here's the game plan. We'll call Bobby and fill him in, then we'll take it a step at a time. Sound good?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
A few beats that then, "I wish I had someone I could ask about this. I mean, Ava's dead - and evil. Missouri can't help us. Dad's dead and whatever he knew he took to the grave with him." Sam cocked his head sadly. "I don't get it. If he knew what was going on, why didn't he tell us? Tell me?"
Dean blew out a breath. "I don't know. You know how Dad was. He kept a lot of things to himself. I can't see him being all 'need to know' about this. There had to be a reason." Or at least, that's what he told himself.
"Yeah, he didn't trust me." Sam said softly.
Dean felt like the wind had been knocked out of him, his eyebrows shot up in shock. "What? Sammy, why would you think that? Of course Dad trusted you."
"Yeah?" he snorted bitterly, "Then why did he keep us in the dark so long? Hell, he sent me off for coffee and then told you if you couldn't save me you'd have to kill me. You call that trust?"
Dean frowned. Damn this conversation had gotten deep fast. Feeling the need to set Sam straight, he pulled over and turned to look at him.
"Look Sammy, Dad had his own way of doing things, always did. Now I don't know why he didn't tell us, but I do know it had nothing to do with him not trusting you. Okay?" At Sam's silence he reached over and lightly smacked his arm. "Okay?"
"If you say so, Dean." He sounded far from convinced.
"You think he didn't trust you because he didn't give you the 411? Well he must not have trusted me either then, because he didn't say a word about why or what the hell was going on. And I'm sorry Sam."
Sam looked at his brother in confusion. "Sorry for what?"
"For letting it go. For not saying 'Not good enough' and making him tell me. I'm sorry I let him keep us in the dark."
Sam sat staring at Dean in shock. Was he really blaming himself for this? He knew his brother had a habit of taking blame and burden onto his shoulders, even when it didn't rest there. And it surely didn't this time. This was all with their father.
"Dean no. This is not your fault. You had no idea what he was planing. It was his place to tell us." Dean opened his mouth and Sam rushed to finish. "He loved us. I get that, I do. And maybe in a way he as trying to protect us by telling us as little as possible. But man, how were we supposed to protect ourselves when we didn't know what was coming? How could we really be prepared when we didn't know what we were up against? I know he meant well. I just don't know where his head was, you know?"
Dean leaned back and sighed. "Yeah." He'd had the some of the same thoughts. He loved his old man, but he'd left them a helluva legacy.
Dean started the car back up, ready to pull out when he looked over at Sam. "It'll be alright Sam. We'll sort this out."
He sounded so confident it made Sam smile. He nodded. His big brother always had that effect on him. Even as kids he knew, if Dean said you could do it, you could. If he made you a promise, he kept it. He still had his doubts, but he felt more steady now just under the power of his brothers certainty. It would be okay.
Author's Note: The Bori are real. I got them from a book of lore I have. The others I made up, hope I did them justice.
