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PlaidWrappedMoose
Metamorphosis
Dean and I sped out of the motel parking lot and on to the road. After a few uncomfortable moments Dean spoke.
"Av," I look at him "Imma call you Av alright?" I nod "Alright Av, you seem like a nice girl and all, excuse me if I come across as demanding, but why does your dad drag you everywhere?" I shrug.
"He explained it to me a couple days ago, but I wasnt really paying attention. I was more concerned with finding a way out than listening to what he had to say. What I remember is him saying something about me being 'The Prophetess of the Apocalypse' or something like that. Also other angels will most likely try and kill me so he keeps me close to protect me."
"And how old are you?"
"14."
"Damn. How did you find out Cas was your dad?"
"A demon tried to kill me so he rescued me and killed the demon. He thinks I was sleeping, but when I sleep I 'Astral Project.'" I say using finger quotes
"Astral Project? What the hell is that?"
"What I think it means is I can project my self anywhere I please and no one knows I am there. I may of followed you into the past using Astral Projection."
"What?"
"When Dad sent you back I fell asleep and it was like I was walking beside you or something."
"So can you read minds?" I contemplate telling Dean about my visions of his Hell, but decide against it. I am still building trust with him I dont need what little trust we have to shatter because I saw him in hell.
"No. I can not read minds. I just tried reading yours, either you have a very strong mental wall or I just cant read minds." I see Dean's posture relax noticeably. We pull up at 425 waterman and exit the car.
"Stay here." Dean orders
"No! If I am going to be ditched with you, I may as well be of some use."
"Fine, but if you get hurt its on you."Dean puts his finger to his lips and we enter the building. We creep along the walls letting the shadows engulf us. We come to a window into another room. I see a tall man with longer hair and a short woman. I focus on the woman and a vision that I have seen before flashes across my eyes.
'A blond hair woman stands in front of a door. Dean is laying on a table. The other man (who I am presuming is Sam) is standing pushed against the wall. The blond hair woman open the door
"Sic'm boy." I watch as Dean is ripped apart by the invisible dog. The vision starts to shake and I blink realizing that Dean was shaking my arm.
"You alright kid? Your eyes went completely blue and glowing for a moment." Do I tell him? Do I keep it a secret?
"Ya. I'm fine. Must be a Nepillim thing." I can see the disbelief spread across Dean's eyes, but he nods his head anyways. We walk to the door of the room and enter. Sam is helping another man walk out of the room. His smile falls flat when he sees Dean and I enter. Dean walks forwards as Sam leans the man against the wall.
"So anything you want to tell me Sam?"
"Who is she?"
"Not important. I will repeat myself. Anything you want to tell me Sam?"
"Dean hold on. Just let me-"
"Let me explain? You can explain this? Well start with this. Who she is, and what the hell is she doing here?"
"He could ask you the same thing Dean." The woman spoke and a name flashed in my mind. Ruby.
"Ruby." I said and everyone turned to look at me. Dean shook my arm and I blinked.
"Gotta stop doing the eye thing kid. Its freaking me out." He turns to Ruby. "Is she right."
"Good to see you again Dean."
"Ruby. Is that really Ruby?" He looks at Sam and Sam nods. Dean looks at the ground. Suddenly he grabs Ruby and slams her against the wall. He pulls out the same knife he stabbed Dad with and tries to stab her with it. Sam grabs his arm and tries to prevent Dean from stabbing Ruby. Ruby looks at me and starts laughing.
"Really Dean? Isn't she a bit young to be slumming it up with you. You have a habit of picking the wrong women to tangle with." Dean looks back at me and suddenly I am watching from his point of view. I see me standing there, eyes fully blue and an orb of blue light surrounding me. A breeze picks up my hair and the orb swells to the breaking point. It shatters into a million pieces and I am back in my own body. I just have time to blink before I collapse.
"Dean who the hell is she? You are going to criticize me over being with a demon while you are with her?"
"We are not together! The angel who pulled me from hell dumped her with me. I dont know what to do with her."
"Right always an excuse Dean."
"Shut up Ruby."
"All of you quiet." I hear my father's voice. "Dean is telling the truth. I must return her to safety." He grabs my arm and I feel like I am flying. I open my eyes to see the familiar celling of the abandoned house above me. I see the face of my father above me as well.
"Hey. Wanna tell me why I became a glowing blueberry back there?"
"You did not become a glowing fruit."
"I mean why was that blue light coming from my eyeballs?"
"It was your angel side reacting to being near a demon."
"So every time I am near a demon that will happen?"
"Most likely. You can learn to keep it under control."
"Why didnt I do that when Mr. Harrison attacked me?"
"You had a spell placed on you at birth that kept your powers dormant. I figure the spell wore off."
"One more question. Why do you keep leaving me with Dean only to come back and take me home?"
"There will come a time when I can no longer protect you. When you become The Prophetess of the Apocalypse you will be on your own and I will not be able to protect you."
"That still doesnt tell me why you keep dumping me with him."
"I am still an angel and I go on missions of heaven. Most of heaven doesn't know you are with me. If they found out you could be killed. So I place you in the care of Dean Winchester to keep you safe while I am occupied."
"Cool. Hey. Why do you drag me everywhere?"
"To acquaintance you with the Winchesters. You can only be outside of the protection in this place for so long before the angels will sense your presence."
"Is there any way for my presence to go undetected?"
"I can carve sigils into your ribs. Would you like me to do that?"
"Sure. If it means a little less zappy zap. Do it." Dad placed a hand on my chest. I was about to move away when a pain shot across my chest. All air was pushed from my lungs. The pain grew stronger and stronger until I couldnt breathe. He took his hand off my chest. I struggled to put air back in my lungs.
"What the hell was that?"
"I carved protection sigils into your ribs. Now no angels including myself will be able to detect your presence."
"Thats nice."
"I am being summoned again. You must go to the Winchesters." He placed his hand on my head and I found my self in the backseat of the impala. Both Dean and Sam were watching someone with binoculars. They didnt seem to know I was here. I could have some fun with this.
"You do know stalking is illegal." I say. San whips his head to face me. Dean just puts down his binocular and smiles.
"Good job kid." He says giving me a high five.
"Who are you?" Sam asks
"My name is Avriel, but everyone calls me Avi." I reach my hand out for him to shake.
"Sam. Why are you in the backseat of our car?" He asks shaking my hand. When he touches my hand another vision crosses my eyes.
'A man stands above Sam's crib. He cuts his wrist and lets the blood fall into Sam's mouth. Sam starts to cry. Mary gets out of bed and walks to the nursery. The man flings her against the wall. She starts sliding up the wall until she is on the celling. John comes into the room. He watches as Mary bursts into flames above him. The vision shakes again and I blink. Sam is staring at me weird and Dean is shaking my arm.
"Kid you have got to stop doing the eye thing. Its really fucking creepy." Sam gestures to Dean and Dean lean in to him. They try to whisper, but their deep voices make it hard.
"What is she?"
"Cas called her nephillim, what a nephillim is I dont know."
"I read in one of Bobby's books that a nephillim was the child-"
"Nephillim are the children of 'The Sons of God' and 'The Daughters of Men.' They are considered abominations in heaven. Some angels are dead set on ridding the world of them. Some angels however think that the nephillim can be used to do their dirty work." I cut in and both men look at me. "You try taking pretty much 10 years of biblical studies."
"So you have super hearing?"
"No you two were being incredibly loud."
"We've got movement." Dean says picking up his binoculars. Sam picks his up as well. They focus on a window. I squint and make out the shape of a man shoving what looks to be raw meat into his mouth.
"What? Is he eating raw meat?"
"Yup looks like it."
"That man is sick." Sam lowered his binoculars
"I think that qualifies as weird."
"Really?" Dean asked and put the keys into ignition and drove away. On the way back to the motel Sam hounded me with questions.
"So you are an angel?"
"Part angel. My mother was a human and my father was Castiel."
"Can you die?"
"I have never died before so I can not answer that question."
"How old are you?"
"14."
"What is with the glowing blue eyes."
"Ya kid what is with that. The first time it happened just your iris' were glowing. Now its your whole eye. Whats up with that?"
"Dad figures I had a spell placed on me at birth to keep my powers dormant and the spell is wearing off."
"The eye thing is still pretty creepy." Dean pulls up in front of their motel. Him and Sam climb out and I follow. Dad said that the eye thing would only happen around a demon. So why did it react with Sam?
"Hey kid. Knees to the chest. Hustle it!"Dean yells at me. I pick up my pace and catch up with them as they open their room door.
"Travis. See Sam I told you we shoulda hid the beer." The man they called Travis stood from where he was sitting and walked over to us.
"Smartass. Get over here." Travis says pulling Dean into a hug. "Good to see ya." He says pulling Sam into a hug. I notice a cast on his arm.
"And who is she?" He says walking over to me.
"This is Avi. Shes a hunter in training."
"Training hunters now. Wow you guys are slipping." He places an arm around my shoulders. At his touch I see a man on fire dance across my sight. The vision is gone before it can begin.
"Its been said."
"Its been too long. I mean look atcha grown men, training this fine young lady in the fine art of hunting. John woulda been proud of ya. Sticking together like this."
"Yup we're sticking together. Nothing more important than family." Dean shot in Sam's direction. Travis walked back to the table and sat himself back down.
"Sorry Im late to the dance. Thanks for helping an old man out. Im a little short handed here."
"If you don't mind me asking. What happened?"
"Shes a polite little thing isn't she? I broke my arm darlin'." He turns to the brothers. "So did ya track down Montgomery?"
"Ya he had a hell of a case of munchies. Topped off a burger that he forgot to cook." A shiver runs down my spine at the memory.
"Thats him alright."
"Whats him?"
"Boys we've got a Rugaru on our hands."
"A rugaru? Is that made up? That sounds made up."
"Actually a rugaru is the result of a genetic mutation that, when expressed, causes the affected human to experience a murderous, cannibalistic hunger. The rugaru can appear human for years never knowing its true nature. Once they have their brains on hungry they will eat any meat they can get their hands on, including human. One bite of human flesh and they themselves can never be human again. The only way to kill one is to set it on fire." I recite, thankful for my little group of friends back home. We used to sneak a book about monsters from the library and we would go into the woods and read the pages of lore.
"Smart little thing. Tell me is the rugaru virus genetic or does it just affect random people?"
"The virus is genetic."
"What do rugarus look like?"
"Wormy skin, rotting teeth the whole she-bang."
"Boys you have yourself a valuable resource here. Use her while you still can." Sam left to go get newspaper leaving Travis, Dean, and I. Travis and Dean wasted no time getting to work on homemade flamethrowers.
"So fire huh?"
"Only way I've found to kill these bastards. Deep fry em extra crispy."
"This'll be bad. That what you do to Jacks dad?"
"Yup." Sam entered the room again with his paper.
"Wasted no time huh?"
"Cant. This guy hulks out we wont be finding bodies. Just remains." Sam sat in the chair across from Travis and beside me.
"What if it doesnt? Hulk out?" Dean and Travis stared at Sam incredulously. I turned my head and looked out the window staring into the tree line.
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Flashback
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"Come on Josh. Dont be scared. Its just the woods." Cassandra teased
"It may be just the woods, but we are out after curfew with stolen property. Excuse me for not wanting to get demerit points. Unlike some of you I want to go to an Ivy League school."
"Josh its not stolen. We are just taking it for a midnight stroll."
"Without permission."
"Josh, Cassandra, and Carlos. Would you stop your hissy fitting. We dont want any teachers to find us." I said waving my flashlight around looking for the cave we marked. I find our crude stone carvings on the cave door.
"We're here." I say in a singsong voice. All of us pile into the cave. Cassandra stands.
"I hereby declare this reading of 'The Book of Everything that Goes Bump in the Night' to begin at 12:21pm. Roll call. Twig,"
"Here." Josh calls
"Twiddle dee,"
"Here." Dani calls
"Twiddle dum,"
"Here," Carlos says
"Feathers,"
"Here." I say
"Hobbit,"
"Here," says Megan
"Turnip," Josh asks
"Here." Cassandra says. She opens the book to the page on rugarus. We all crowd around her as she reads aloud the lore to us. The world starts to shake.
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End Flashback
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I lift my head from the glass of the window pane to find Sam shaking me.
"We're leaving."
"Okay." I follow Sam to the impala and get into the back seat. Dean starts the car and pulls out. We drive down the highway. Dean breaks the silence.
"So we gonna go talk to this guy, which I am totally down for. But I gotta know. If push comes to shove are you going to shove?"
"Whats that supposed to mean?"
"Odds are we're going to have to burn this guy alive. I just want to know if you're up for it."
"This guy has a name and a wife."
"Who we are probably going to make a widow. Are you up for it?"
"Im sure if he turns I'll kill him, but until then humour me on this." Dean nodded then looked at me in his rearview mirror.
"What about you kid?"
"What about me?"
"You up for deep frying us some rugaru."
"I dont know."
"Well you said it your self. If you are going to be dumped with us then you may as well be useful. So decide."
"Dean be nice." I fell a familiar twinge of rage building in my stomach. Thats one of the things my councillors said I needed to work on. Anger management. The only reason I went to those stupid councillors was so I could get permission to use the shotgun.
"No Sam thats quite alright. Dean I am up for deep frying us some rugaru." Sam looks at me "If push comes to shove." Dean smiled at me in the mirror.
"Sam are you going to be okay on this?"
"Yes Dean you already asked me."
"Are you sure? Nice guy, but he has something in his blood. Maybe you can relate."
"Stop the car."
"What?"
"Stop the car Dean or I will." Dean consented and pulled over into a little wooded area. Before he stopped Sam opened his door and hopped out.
"This is why I am not honest with you. Because I am tired of the way you look at me. You look at me like I am some sort of freak. You talk to me like I am an idiot. Like I dont know the difference between right and wrong." He looks at Dean. Dean looks at me and I put my hands up.
"This is between you two. Dont bring me into this."
"Well do you know the difference. You've been walking a pretty dark road here."
"You dont know what is wrong with me." He throws up his hands and I see a small scar. Nothing major and it reminds me of the vision I had when I first shook hands with him. Everything starts to click.
"Demon blood." I say just as Sam says
"I have demon blood in me Dean."
"What did you say Avi?"
"I said demon blood. Since we are being perfectly honest here with everybody. There is something you should know about me. I have a gift okay. I have not been perfectly honest either. About the blue light thing. But first you should know that every time someone touches me for the first time, I have a vision of their past. I see their memory. Dean when I met you I saw you in hell. Sam when I first met you and shook hands I saw when you were a baby the night your mother died. When Travis put his arm around me I saw when he burned Jack's dad."
"Ok thats weird. You saw me in hell, but I have no memory of it. How does that work and what about the blue eye thing?"
"Your brain must be blocking the memories from hell. And the blue eye thing. Dad said my eyes will only do that in the presence of a demon."
"Why did they do it when you met me? Im not a demon."
"I think because of the demon blood."
"You see Dean. I have a disease pumping through my veins. I cant rip it out or scrub it clean. Even a part angel recognises that I am a whole new level of freak."
"Sam. No dont think like that. You are a nice guy."
"Avi. I cant help but think that because it is the truth. Thats why I did what I did. I am trying to take this curse and turn it into something good, because I have to." I step forwards and give Sam a hug.
"You are not a freak."
"Thanks. At least one of us believes that."
"Lets just go talk to the guy- I mean Jack." Dean turns around and gets back in the car. I turn to Sam.
"Sam you are not a freak."
"Easy for you to say. You dont have demon blood pumping through you."
"Sam I've been called a freak as well. Do you want to know why?" He looks at me. "Because some people are jerks and they bully people to past their breaking point." I pull up my sleeve and show Sam the many scars lining my wrist and arm. "They called me a freak because they pushed me to do this. I had no one to turn to. So I did it some more. And do you know what it felt good too. What I am trying to say is I got past all that and so can you." I turn and get back in the impala sliding my sleeve back down. Soon after Sam joins us. We drive to Jack's house in silence. We pull into the driveway and enter the backyard. We come up behind Jack.
"Jack Montgomery." Sam begins and Jack turns.
"My name is Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean and our little sister Avi." I cant help but hold back a smile. He called me his sister without hesitation. He probably was rehearsing that on the car ride here.
"We need to talk."
"About?" Jack asks
"About you." I say "About how you're changing."
"Excuse me?"
"You probably feel your bones move under your skin, and your appetite is reaching hungry , hungry hippos level. How am I doing so far?" Jack shifts his gaze to each one of us before resting on Sam.
"Who the hell are you guys?"
"We're someone who know a little bit about something."
"We're people who can help."
"Please just hear us out." I add. He nods and we begin to tell him about what he is. He runs his hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry a what?"
"A rugaru. Sounds made up, but believe me its not."
"I've noticed some things, some strange things, but I'm sick or something."
"Your father was one of these things." Sam said. Jack stared at him in disbelief so I add.
"Your real father. He passed it on to you."
"No. I mean are you listening to yourselves. You sound-"
"Lets skip the whole you guys are crazy speech. Your hungry Jack and you will only get hungrier."
"For what?" He asked
"Long-pig." I answered
"A little manburger helper may have crossed your mind already."
"Really Dean? Manburger helper?" I ask.
"No."
"You can fight it Jack."
"No."
"Others have."
"No."
"Not gonna lie it aint gonna be easy. Be like an alcoholic when theres no whiskey. You can fight it off or else."
"Or else what?"
"You take one bite of human and its all over. We will have to stop you." Sam says and I nod once Jack looks at me.
"How old are you kid?" I look at Sam and Dean. I see Dean holding up 2 fingers then 1.
"21."
"You look a little young for 21."
"Its a wonder what makeup can do these days. Right Avi?" Dean asks
"Right. They can make you look 7 years younger."
"Get off my property. I see you three again I am calling the cops." Sam stands from the bucket he was sitting on.
"Jack your wife. Everyone is in danger."
"NOW!" He yells attracting the attention of his neighbour. We turn and leave. While we are walking out Dean whispers.
"Good talk." We go back to the motel room to do research. After a couple minutes Dean announces he is going to get some pie and asks if we want anything. Both Sam and I shake our heads. Sam waits until we hear the rumble of the impala fade away before speaking.
"Do you really believe that I am not a freak?" I look up from the book I was reading.
"Of course I do. I wouldn't've said anything if I didn't."
"But you've just met me. How can you judge a person based on about a day of being with them?"
"A lot can happen in one day Sam. And to answer your question. First impressions make the biggest impact."
"What was your first impression of me?"
"Well the first time I saw you was when you did that smoke thing with the dude in the warehouse. I got the impression that you were. A take charge kind of guy. Also your hair was fabulous."
"Thanks. Your too."
"Thanks."
"My first impression of you was when you walked in with Dean. You looked just a bit scared and the rest was curiosity."
"That night was a whole new experience for me. I went from a normal life to being thrust into this in about one minute."
"You had a normal life? What was it like?"
"My life was normalish. I mean I went to a boarding school that you got into when you were in kindergarten and you didnt leave until you graduated. I was abandoned as a baby so the teachers at the school took care of me. I had a little group of friends. We did almost everything together. All the kids at that school hated The Cheese Platter Barbies." Sam let out a laugh
"Cheese Platter Barbies? What does that mean?"
"The Cheese Platter Barbies. Every school has them. They are the ones with the perfect hair and makeup. They get passed around at parties so that why we call them The Cheese Platter Barbies."
"Are they the ones who made you." He gestures to my arms. I nod.
"How long has it been since you last, you know, cut?"
"About a couple years." We hear the familiar rumble of the impala. Dean comes crashing into the motel room.
"Get in the car. Travis phoned. Jack is starting to hulk out." Sam and I grabbed our impromptu flamethrowers and threw them in the car. We climbed in and Dean drove off. We parked a ways away from Jack and watched him. When Jack got up and started to climb the fire escape we all jumped into action.
"Dammit Jack." Sam swore.
"Lets go. Avi you stay with Sam."
"Alright." We grabbed our flamethrowers and climbed out of the car. I stayed next to Sam, mirroring his movements. We climb up the stairs and burst open the door to the apartment. A woman screams at us.
"Hey! We're here to save you I guess." Dean says
"We should go." I say and get two agrees. We move out of the house and Dean closes the door behind us.
"Really. 'We're here to save you I guess?' What was that Dean?" Sam asks as we climb back into the car.
"I had to say something." We drive in silence until we reach the Montgomery's house. We climb out of the car and Dean points out Travis's car.
"I guess we know where Travis is."
"That stupid son of a bitch." Sam says as we climb the stairs to the house. We enter the house and everything looks normal. Except for the giant bloodstain on the carpet with a trail leading to behind the couch. We follow the trail and come across a bloody cast with some tendrils of skin hanging on it.
"Think thats Travis?"
"Or whats left of him." The sight is so gruesome I turn away. Sam comes up behind me and pulls me into a hug.
"First body?" I shake my head.
"I've seen a dead body before. Its just theres so much blood." He lets me go with one final squeeze. Sam turns to Dean.
"Guess you were right about Jack." Dean opens his mouth to say something, but Jack comes out of nowhere and tackles him to the living room table. Sam tries to grab Dean from Jack, but Jack flings him to the ground. I run up behind him and try to hit Jack on the head with my flamethrower, as he is doing to Sam. He stops for a moment and flings me against a wall. He holds my throat until black spots dance across my vision. Finally blackness overcomes my vision and I slump to the ground. Jack resumes hitting Sam with his own flamethrower. One of he advantages of being part angel I guess is that I heal fast. So within seconds I am conscious again. I pretend to still be asleep while I look through a crack in my eyelid. I try and find my flamethrower and find it discarded about 3 feet away. I see Jack move Sam to a closet and lock him in. He sits in the middle of the floor just rocking himself until I hear the closet doorknob jingling.
"Dean? Avi?"
"Dean and Avi cant come to the phone right now."
"If you hurt them Jack I swear to god."
"Relax. Dean is fine." He turns his head in my direction. "Avi however. I dont think she is even breathing. Dean will be fine if you calm down."
"Is Avi dead?" Jack stands up and walks over to me. He crouches down and feels my neck for a pulse. I have to resist the urge to flinch away when he places his blood slick fingers on my neck.
"Sorry there Sam." He inhales, "Your little sister smells so delicious."
"Dont you touch her!" From the noises coming from inside the closet I'd say Sam was trying to knock the door down. Jack walks back and sits next to Dean.
"Listen Jack. Just open the door we can talk this out."
"We'll just have a little brainstorming session.
"Alright. Please."
"I dont think so. Not after what you did!"
"What? What did I do?"
"You send your friend here. He tried to burn my wife alive!"
"What why?"
"He didnt say. Psychopaths don't have to explain themselves." Jack kept glancing at me hungrily and I thought that if Sam didnt think of a plan to escape I would be Aviburger. Jack starts to creep closer to me.
"Listen Jack. Me and my siblings we woulda never hurt her okay."
"Its alright if I eat dead people right? I mean I didn't kill them. One bite couldnt hurt." I feel his breath on my arm.
"Jack stop. Listen. We did not send Travis to hurt you. We would never do that." I feel Jacks teeth brush my arm and fight the urge to shudder.
"God. I'm so hungry."
"Jack you don't want to do this."
"I can never see my family again. You do. You, your friend. You made me into this."
"No one is making you kill us." Jack runs his finger along my face and finds a small cut. He dabs up the blood from it and licks it off his fingers.
"Listen to me. I know you have this dark pit inside you. Believe me I know. But that doesn't mean you have to fall in to it. You can fight this."
"Have you seen me lately?"
"It doesnt matter what you are. It only matters what you do. Its your choice." Jack contemplates this for a moment then he starts making chocking noises. He picks up my arm and moves it closer to his mouth. He opens his mouth wide when Sam opens the closet door, picking up my flamethrower.
"Jack." Dean stirs. Jack drops my arm and goes to attack Sam. Sam lights the flamethrower before Jack can reach him. Jack erupts in a ball of flames. Dean and I watch. Dean's eyes are wide open. I slide one eye open. Sam sees me and rushes over to help me. I slide the other one open. Sam helps me into a standing position. I look at Jack's burnt body.
"Did you?" Sam nods. I wrap my arms around him, half for support half for a hug.
"You alright kid?" Dean asks
"Ya. Major headache coming on, but I am fine." As we are walking back to the car Dean turns to me and asks.
"Did you astral project?" Sam looks at us clueless.
"Only for a moment."
"Which moment was that?"
"When Jack was about to chomp down on my neck." We climb into the impala and drive away.
"You did good out there kid."
"Thanks Dean."
"Sam you did the right thing. That guy was a monster. No going back." The impala was plunged into silence until Dean spoke again.
"Sam I want to tell you I am sorry. I have been kinda hard on you lately."
"Dont worry about it Dean."
"Its just your psycic thing it scares the crap outta me."
"Dean if its all the same I'd rather not talk about it."
"You dont wanna talk? What you?"
"Theres nothing more to say. I cant make you understand Dean."
"Then try Sam."
"I cant. Because this thing. This blood its not in you like its in me. Its just something I have to deal with."
"Not alone." Sam says nothing, he just looks out the window.
"Either way its the same. These powers its like playing with fire. Im done with them. Im done with everything."
"Really? Well thats a relief. Thank you."
"Dont thank me. Im not doing it for you. Or the angels or demons or anybody. This is my choice."