IT ENDS BLOODY

A/N – Another chapter? I know, I know, what's going on with the world, Izzy's updating twice in one week. I dunno, mates, it's been a productive week xD And this is kinda short 'cause I didn't wanna delve into deeper matters after these scenes so... here you go :)


Every morning, I'm staring shadows in the eye
Oh good morning, will you just wait until I die?
Tell everybody, tell everybody,
Brother, sister, the ending is coming

~Fallen~ Imagine Dragons


6. We Are Fallen

[2008]

"I can't believe we're doing this," Sam muttered as he ran.

"Aw c'mon," Dean shot him an easy grin despite the fact that there were alarm bells and police sirens blaring in the background. "Loosen up, live a little!"

"Tell me that when we're behind prison bars!" Sam snarked at him.

The good news was that they were out of the museum – Dean had shot out both the cameras in the room as well as the lock on the door in quick succession, and they'd made their dash for freedom – but the bad news was that there seemed to be a police station right around the corner because no sooner than the museum's alarms had gone off at the violation, the sounds of multiple police sirens had filled the air.

They ran out onto the street, looking around for-

"This one!" Dean pulled at Sam's sleeve as he rushed to a dark Camaro just sitting there, ready for the taking. He made short work of the locked doors, sliding in behind the wheel and hotwiring it just as Sam pulled his door shut.

And in a second, they were off.

"Where'd you leave the Impala?" Sam asked, glancing behind them to see a police car round the corner and, seeing them speeding off, begin its pursuit.

Dean hesitated, eyes shifting from the road to the mirrors and back as he turned a sharp corner. "We were on a highway when it got us..."

Sam started to inquire further but stopped himself. It wasn't important – as long as Dean knew where to go from here, they were good. You know, after they'd successfully avoided the cops.

"There's another one," he reported, spotting the second flash of blue-and-red lights on their tail.

The more the merrier.

Dean gave him a warning, "Hold on" a second before pressing down on the accelerator only to swerve into a side lane before they'd really started to speed up beyond control. Sam steadied himself with a hand on the dashboard, answering Dean's "Town layout, now" automatically, listing the main roads that led out of town and leaving Dean to put his insane getaway skills to work.

"Where'd they go? They're not behind us anymore," said Sam after a few more turns, not daring to hope that they'd lost them. Hope led to disappointment too often; he'd learned that early on.

"Don't know, I'm trying to make a detour out to the-shit," Dean hissed, turning the wheel just in time to miss the police car that had just sped out of a side street in front of them and barely missing a collision. The lights and sirens were gone. Dean quickly shifted the gear to reverse, backing out with a crazy co-ordination that somehow worked without making them crash into every lamp post on the way. Sam watched in wide-eyed trepidation as he reversed into a driveway right as the cop car advanced on them, and then returned the gear to normal before pressing the pedal to the metal and letting the Camaro practically fly out of there. This lane was narrower and darker than the streets; Sam had to wonder – if somewhat vaguely amidst the chaos – if Dean really knew where he was going or if he was just trying to throw the cops off. As they veered off onto another road, Sam spotted not two, but three cars behind them.

He pointed this fact out to Dean, who only smirked and said, "All right – let's end this party." He reached into his jacket with one hand, pulling out Sam's gun and handing it to him. "Aim for the wheels."

Sam took it silently, reloaded it and then wound down his window. He turned in his seat, facing backwards, arms braced on the open window and ready to take aim and fire. He shot Dean a quizzing look and his brother nodded once, taking the next right turn sharply. Sam didn't waste the chance, fired off two shots at the first car, a third at the back wheel as it turned with them. One missed its mark but the effect of the first two was immediate – a high-pitched screech and it spun wildly with the turn as the two right-side tires gave out. The cars behind it had to pull to a sudden stop to avoid crashing and the Winchesters shared a victorious grin.

"What do ya say we blow this joint?"

"Let's go." Switching the safety on, Sam stored his handgun in the glove compartment, and then leaned back in the seat as they sped off out of town.

There was no denying the exhilaration – he'd missed this way too much.

XX

A couple of hours later and they were back in the familiarity of the Impala, the town and the Camaro far behind them (their prints carefully wiped off the car). Sam marvelled at the difference in mood in the car now. He'd gotten so used to the tense silences between him and his brother, anger and hurt boiling under the surface and their words edgy, tones short and clipped. Mostly on Dean's side because Sam was trying, God knows he was trying to get back on his brother's good side, but he wasn't exactly getting any help on that front.

Now, though... it was light, it was easy. The Dean of the past was so much freer; he didn't have half the burdens that Sam's Dean carried. And it made a hell of a difference.

"Okay, I gotta ask," Dean said after the Queen song on the radio finished. He glanced at Sam, his lips quirking a little, and waved a hand in the general direction of his head. "What's with the hair, dude?"

Sam stared. "What?"

"I'm just askin'. I mean, I get that you're secretly a girl and all, but c'mon, there's long and then there's-"

"Shut up, man," Sam grumbled, running a hand through his hair automatically.

Dean looked too amused to completely let it go, though, and a few moments later, he added, "What'd you do, anyway, eat double the Wheaties for breakfast every day?" He shot Sam a sideways look with a mutter of, "Friggin' Sasquatch."

Sam laughed in surprise, shaking his head. It made Dean smirk over at him.

"So you do still know how to laugh. Good to know."

"Lay off," Sam said easily, relaxing back against the door. His eyes flicked around the Impala's interior, observing and taking note of it all. The car was the one thing that had hardly changed, bar the odd scratch or tear in the seats, all of which Dean had fixed. His attention returned to Dean, though, when he spoke up again, this time more serious.

"So that shadow thing... it sent him where exactly?"

Sam hesitated. "I'm- he'd be with yo- with Dean then. Uh, 2010. He'll watch out for him, so..." he said awkwardly, stumbling over the third-person phrases and so not realising what exactly he'd said until Dean accidentally swerved the car in his shock and, after righting it, turned wide eyes to Sam.

"What do you mean?"

Startled, Sam looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. "What do I-?"

"I'm still- I mean, I don't..." Dean shook his head, scowling when the words refused to come out right. He took a breath, eyes fixed on the road. "I'm alive?" The tenor of wary hope was unmistakable, and Sam felt like someone had sucker-punched him in the gut.

He blew out a short breath, turning away. "Yeah." He cleared his throat. "You're, uh- yeah."

Dean swore softly. "But the deal-?"

"I can't," Sam said weakly, fighting the urge to spill everything, to promise to stop it somehow. "I don't think I can... say anything. It's, uh, it's complicated," he finished, rather lamely, he thought.

Judging by the look Dean shot him, he thought so too, but he dropped the subject. Silence grew between them, heavier than before, tense on Sam's end and curious on Dean's.

Sam sighed to himself. How much of the truth could he reveal – if any? He was still slightly surprised that Dean's suspicion seemed to have faded completely, but then realised that the car chase and then the light ribbing had been some sort of test. Dean knew him well, even when he was a couple years from his future.


A/N:- *sighs* I love season 3 Dean so much. He's half the reason that season's my favourite (though, I don't know, season 8 is freaking awesome). :3 *cuddles him* can i keep him.

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