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Chapter 7

"God damn it!!"

The aggravated voice of the older Winchester resounded past the metallic walls of the Impala and echoed throughout the vast uninhibited desert. The route they were previously taking had been blocked by a landslide, so they decided to take the detour. But becasue of his fatigue, he had fallen asleep, letting Sam take control of his destination when he would wake up. Unfortunately, Sam had taken a couple of wrong turns and now they were stuck in a destination that ws not even close to Utah with only a few gallons of gas left.

"Dean, for the last time, calm down! I'm sorry I messed up, but you have to keep your cool. Everything's gonna be oka..."

Dean snapped as he turned his furious gaze toward the face of his sibling.

"Okay?! Is that what you were going to say Sammy?! Huh? This is not okay, this situation is the farthest thing from the word okay! God!"

With that, he slammed the door hard enough, that the whole car vibrated. Then he just stared up at the sunrise, as if trying to think the situation through. His mind started wandering to when he was four, the day after his mother had been murdered. After that tragic event, he remembered his father sitting on the bed of a nearby motel, in the dark, overcome with grief and concern. He recalled the promise he had made with his father back then.

"Daddy? Is mom going to be okay?"

John chuckled a laugh that had a sad tone in it, and replied, "She'll be ok where she's going. What are you doing up so late sport?" Dean walked over to his father, and told him, "I can't sleep. Daddy, will we ever see her again?"

Even if the pain of Mary's death was still fresh, John knew he could not show tears to his son. Slowly he shook his head no.

"oh..." A long pause fled the room and words were not needed for Dean to understand what his father meant. John looked at Dean, who was sitting in his lap.

"Dean, because mom is gone, things are going to change. I'm gonna protect you and Sammy, so don't worry. But when I'm on my buisness trips, I need you to promise me something. I want you to promise to look after your little brother, can you do that?" John extended his pinkie, waiting for his son's response.

Dean was intimidated by the intensity in his father's eyes. But at the time, he thought he was being ased an easy task, so he enclosed his pinkie and replied, "I promise."

He was a werewolf now, and he was going to transform tonight, and for the first time ever, Dean felt a twinge of doubt hit him hard in the chest.

'Dad...what if I can't?'

Sam exited the car and saw a side of his brother he had never seen before. There was pain mixed with frustration in the eyes of his older brother, with a hint of regret if one looked carefully enough.

Sighing, Dean inquired, "Sam, what are we going to do?"

"umm.. since we're in a desert, I thought there would be a lot of old mines around where you could transform."

Sam took out his trademark laptop, "so I looked one up, and coincidentally, I found one." He gestured toward the computer screen as if showing proof.

The troubled feeling in Dean's guts loosened slightly after recieving the information from Sam's research.

"Sam, I need you to promise me something." Dean turned his gaze toward Sam and continued, "when I transform tnight, and if I can't control myself, I want you to kill me."

Taken aback, Sam quickly answered, "What? No, Dean I can't"

As soon as that last syllable escaped Sam's mouth, all Sam saw was a blur of Dean before he felt a pair of hands tightening on his arm. It was Dean. "I'm not taking no for an answer Sammy." he growled, threateningly. His eyes were glowing in a feral manner.

Sam carefully rethought his answer. Because he knew what a stubborn moron his brother was at times, he agreed.

"Fine Dean. I promise."