We were at this motel, in Colorado. We've spent weeks researching the Yellow Eyes demon. John had recompiled everything he knew, and told us. I, had told them everything I knew. I even spoke to Damon, to see if he knew something new. Bad luck. I couldn't catch him, and I was starting to get worried.
-I'm sure he's okay, Ella- Dean kept repeating. I wasn't sure if he was trying to really convinced me with the nazy method of "lie, lie, something will remain" or if he was just being him, and trying to make me feel better even if he knew that Damon might be in trouble.
-I have to find him Dean- I told him one of those days, really getting tired- he might be hurt, or in trouble-
-Yes, yes I know- he always answered- but how will you find him? You've lost contact over the months-
-Not really. I called him often when we were hunting. It's just that, none of his numbers pick up. I'm worried- And then was the time for him to hug me and say everything will be okay.
Anyway, as we went through everything about this demon, I explained to John my abilities. He listened, and promised to help me in every way he could. I hugged him and thanked him, feeling safe in his arms, like I used to in my dad's.
Now, we were on the motel, papers all around us. John was talking
-This is it- he told us. I was sitting on Dean's lap, watching. Sam was standing on our side, also watching-This is everything I know. Look, our whole lives we've been searching for this demon, right? And not a trace, just nothing…until about a year ago. For the first time, I picked up a trail- John explained. I was amazed at that man's logic, and perseverance. He wouldn't just give up. He had to be in his deathbed to stop.
-That's when you took off- Dean said
-Yeah- John nodded- that's right. The demon must have been coming out of hiding or hibernation-
-Alright- I spoke to let them know I was there- so, what's this trail you found?-
-Starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses are burning to the ground. It's going after families…just like it went after us-. I sighed against Dean's neck.
-Families with infants? - Sam asked. Just like we were when he had killed our mothers. Logically.
-The night of the kid's six month birthday- John answered
-I was six month old that night?- Sam asked
-Exactly six month- John replied
-So, basically, this demon is goin' after these kids for some reason…the same way it came for us?- I asked. Sam made my question his own.
-So, mom's death, Jessica's, it's all because of me?- he said. I didn't like his entire self pity act. It wasn't useful.
-We don't know that Sam- I told him
-Oh really? 'Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure Ella-
-So, my parents deaths were because of me?- I asked, getting madder- Do you think I like that, uh? Do you think I'm just peachy because I got my mom and dad killed?- I've never talked like this before, but it was a sensitive subject. Dean squeezed my hand to calm me down.
-Enough- Dean said- it's not your fault Sam- he looked at his brother, then he grabbed my face and looked at me- And it's not yours either, so, stop fighting, and listen-
-It might not be my fault but it is my problem Dean-
-It's not your problem is our problem- I told him. I loved Sam like a brother, but he was being an asshole.
-Okay- John said, getting up- that's enough-. Thank God for him. There was a moment of silence and then Sam asked
-So why is it doing it? What does it want?-
-I wish I had more answers- John replied- I do, I've always been one step behind it. Look, I've never gotten there in time to save..- he trailed off, voice full of regret and guilt.
-Okay, so how do we find him before it hits again?- I asked, getting up from Dean's lap.
-There are signs. Look, it took me a while to see the pattern, but in the days before these fires, signs crop up in an area. Cattle deaths, temperature fluctuations, electrical storms. And then I went back and checked and, uh…-
-These things happened in Lawrence- Dean said, he looked at me- Berkeley too?-
-Yeah, it did. The day of my birthday, when you showed up, it was pretty cold for California at that time- I said
-And it happened in Palo Alto, before Jessica- he looked at Sam, then kept going- and these signs, they're starting again-
-Where?- Sam and I asked in unison.
-Salvation, Iowa- John answered- It'll take about a day to get there-
-So let's get moving- I said, going for my stuff. Nobody commented anything, so, we packed in silence, check out the motel and left.
John took his truck; I got in the Impala with the boys, like usual. Dean was driving like a maniac, really put to shame Dominic Toretto. We were entering Salvation, Iowa, when we saw John, who was ahead of us, pulled over the road. He got out, and we did too. I almost jumped from the car in movement. I was kinda edgy. It really brought up bad memories.
-What happened?- I asked as I walked to him
-Son of a bitch!- John shouted
-What is it?- Dean asked, right behind me
-I just got a call from Caleb- he said
-Is he okay?- I asked, this was a friend of my father's too
-Yeah, he's fine- he paused-Jim Murphy is dead-
-Pastor Jim?- Sam asked. I couldn't move. I knew that man. He was wonderful. My dad used to take me and Damon to see him every time he could. He really loved us. And now he was dead. I felt like my knees were weak. I didn't move, just in case I might fall down.
-How?- San asked
-Throat was slashed- John answered- he bled out- I still couldn't move.
-Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place-
-The demon?- I was able to talk to say that.
-I don't know- John replied- Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close-
-What you wanna do?- Dean asked, always ready for the battle. That's why I loved him.
-Now we act like every second counts- John told us-There's two hospitals and a health center in this county. We split up, we cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's gonna be six months old in the next week-
-Dad, that could be dozens of kids- Sam said- How the hell are we gonna know which one's the right one?-
-We'll check them all, that's how- John answered. Good, I liked his idea. It was proactive, and could get our hands full. And we could help a family from being through the same we've been through. Sam looked unconvinced
-You have any better ideas?- John asked semi-sarcastically.
-No sir- Sam said. I felt bad. I was really close to Pastor Jim. Damn demon. I hadn't felt like this since my dad's. I felt angry, furious. I felt like I could rip the fucker apart, limb, by limb, slowly, painfully, while taping it. Yes, I was upset. That was an understatement.
John was lost for a moment.
-Dad?- Dean asked him. He didn't answer, his back was to us, so I couldn't see his face. Nor was I sure that I wanted to. He turned around at last. He was in pain, I could see that. In as much pain as I was.
-It's, Jim, you know?- he said- I can't…- he trailed off, his voice breaking. I felt my own pain in his words- This ends today. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes-. I nodded in agreement. I was absolutely positive that we were ending this tonight, one way or the other.
We got into the car, and kept driving. Sam and Dean were on their own, thinking about whatever they were thinking. I was too. One moment, Dean got out of it to ask if I was okay.
-No, I'm not- I told him, honestly- I loved Pastor Jim like another uncle. I loved him as much as John- I started to feel the tears running down my cheeks. I wiped them away quickly.
-I know, me too- Dean answered. I nodded, not wanting to talk about it really. After that, everything was quiet except for the sound of the engine and our breathings. I leaned my head against the back seat and closed my eyes. Images of my childhood in Pastor Jim's church filled my mind. I remembered my brother trying to get me to drink the wine for mass, and I refusing, because Pastor Jim had said that it was wrong. Damon couldn't believe I listened to Pastor Jim and not Dad.
They were all happy memories. Like the ones of my house, before my dad got killed. I wondered, why? Why me? Why us? What have we possibly done to deserve a fate like this? To lose our parents so young. Sam and I didn't even know our moms, and sometimes, it hurt like that wound was just made yesterday. Despite the fact that they died 22 years ago.
When we got to Salvation, John and Dean went to the hospitals, Sam and I had research duty.
We were in the library, looking through all the birth certificates and writing down each name. It was all very fun, obviously, but at least it required certain amount of focus, so, I didn't have to think about anything else. Like Pastor Jim's death or my brother going missing.
We didn't say anything during all the time we were at the library. I didn't feel like talking, and Sam probably didn't either. When we were walking to the car, Sam stopped, suddenly, and grabbed his head with his hands. Oh, shit! He was having a vision.
-Sammy, Sammy!- I called- c'mon, let's get you sit- I dragged him to a bench that was close by. He kept grabbing his head.
-What do you see?- I asked him
-A nursery- he murmured, still in pain. So this was who the demon will be attacking, I was sure of it.
-Okay, okay, let's get to John and Dean, alright?- I helped him up and took the car's keys, no way he was driving like that. I didn't feel like dying yet.
Once in the car, Sam told me
-There was a woman with her baby. The house was near a train, I could hear it-
-Okay- I said- we check the houses with railroads close-
-Yeah- he muttered. I was worried as hell. I needed to get to John, fast. Sam took a map out of his bag and looked for a railroad; I think it would be logical.
-Turn right- he commanded me
-What? Why?-
-We've got to find this house-
-Yeah, okay- I drove as he indicated, and we got to this nice neighborhood, full of cute little houses. Apparently, this demon liked that scenario, because my house had been like this and the guy's too. Maybe he had a fetish.
I parked outside of a white house, in front there was a park. We got out. Sam grabbed my arm and whispered to me
-That's the lady- he told me- I saw the house, and the lady-
-Okay, okay, let's talk to her, it's the best we can do now, and then we wait to help her, c'mon- I grabbed his arm this time and pretended to be his girlfriend. Less suspicious when you have a blond tiny girl in the arm of a big nice-looking boy walking around your baby. It looked healthy.
We jogged to the woman.
-Hi- I smiled- here, let me help you- I offered
-Oh, thank you- the lady said
-She's gorgeous- I told her, making conversation- is she yours?-
-Yeah- she didn't seem very comfortable.
-How rude of you Ella- he said to me, I looked at him strange- I'm Sam, this is my girlfriend Ella, we've just moved in up a block-
-Oh, hey, I'm Monica- the lady said-This is Rosie- she introduced us the baby. She was beautiful- Welcome to the neighborhood-
-Thank you- I said- Hi Rosie- I smiled at the girl
-She's such a good baby- Sam commented from behind me.
-I know- Monica admitted- I mean, she never cries, she just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you and I swear she's reading you mind- I kept grinning, not really a professional with babies.
-What about you Monica? – I asked- you've lived here long?-
-My husband and I, we bought my place just before Rosie was born-
-And how old is Rosie?-
-Six month today- she answered. My blood froze in my veins- It's big, right? She's growin' like a weed-
-Yeah- Sam murmured, smiling, kinda freakily.
-Monica?- Sam said
-Yeah?- Monica looked kinda worried for him.
-Just, uh, take care of yourself okay?-
-Yeah, you too Sam, Ella. See you around- she smiled and got in with her baby as who seemed like her husband pulled over at the garage. Perfect family. No wonder the demon wanted to destroy it.
Sam grabbed his head again, in pain.
-Sam?- oh shit, what now?-Sam are you okay?- I tried not to freak, but it was hard.
-I saw her- he murmured- I saw Monica. We've gotta go, now, c'mon!-
-Okay, okay- I sighed and got in the car. On the way to the motel, Sam called Dean and told him to meet us there.
Now, the four of us, John included, were sitting in the room, discussing Sam's vision.
-I saw the demon- Sam explained- burning the woman, on the ceiling-
-And you're sure it's gonna happen because…?-
-Because it always happens the way I see it-
-It's true John, trust him- I interfered, earning a look from Dean.
-They started like nightmares, then he started having them awake too- Dean explained
-Yeah- Sam said- and it's weird, 'cause the closer I get to the demon the stronger the visions felt-
-Okay- John said- when were you gonna tell me about this?-
-We didn't know what it meant- Dean defended
-Okay, something like this starts happen to you brother, you pick up the phone and you call me-. That was unfair to Dean
-And you'll answer?- I asked- like you answered when I called you when Dean was dying? –
-Or when I called you when we were in Lawrence?- Sam added. We made our point, even though Dean didn't look too happy to be defended. Well, too bad.
-They're right, I've got a better chance of winning the lottery than talk to you on the phone Dad- Dean told him
-You're right- John said, defeated- Although I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry-
-Hey, you deserved it- I told him
-Ella- Dean censured me- shut up-
-You shut up, I was defending you-
-I didn't need a lawyer; I can take care of myself-
-Okay, whatever Dean-I shrugged and walked to Sam. I started massaging him, to help the headache. And to send Dean a message. That I was mad, not that I was sleeping with his brother.
-Look, guys, visions or no visions, the fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight at 8:45. And this family's gonna go through the same hell that we went through- Sam said, eyes open.
-No they're not- John denied- no one is, ever again-
-We're gonna stop him Sammy- I told him, looking onto his eyes- we're gonna end this for good-
-Yes we are- Dean added. Maybe he felt left behind. Whatever, I was mad at him.
And right then, Sam' s cell phone rang.
-Hello?- he said, getting it, Dean walked to us, John just listened.
-Who is this?- he asked. This whole thing was driving me nuts, not hearing what was being said.
-Meg?- he said- Last time we saw you, you fell down a window-Oh fuck! No, not again! I thought, remembering that bitch. If that jump didn't kill her, then I will.
-Just your feeling?- Sam asked- I bit my lip, drawing blood from the tension- That was a seven story drop-
Sam looked at John. And I knew right then what Meg wanted. John, of course. That was why she had killed Pastor Jim, I was sure.
-My dad?- Sam played naïve- I don't know where he is- John walked to us, I moved away, dragging Dean with me. I stood there; hand in his, just, listening.
John gestured for the phone, and Sam handed it to him.
-This is John- he said, walking away from us. After a few seconds, he said
-I'm here- he had gone really quiet, Meg must've been wondering.
After another few second he asked
-Caleb?- Oh, shit! She had Caleb too. We all looked at him- Caleb?- he repeated
-You listen to me- his voice was threatening- he has nothing to do with this. You let him go-
John closed his eyes for a second and answered
-I don't know what you're talking about- Neither did we, for that matter.
-Caleb?- he shouted- Caleb?-. Dean squeezed my hand hard, and then John said
-I'm gonna kill you, you know that?-
-Let her to me- I hissed, Dean squeezed me again, this time kinda desperately. I wondered why.
-Okay- John muttered, then again- I said okay. I'll bring you the Colt- WHAT? No, no way, no, no, no way! My mind was working in circles, around the colt, and John, and Meg, and everything. I didn't even felt Dean's hand. For the record, Sam and Dean looked as stunned as I felt.
-It's gonna take me about a day's drive to get there- John said, then
-That's impossible, I can't get there on time, and I can't carry a gun on a plane-
He didn't say anything else, and then he hung up.
-Meg's a demon- John told us
-What?- Sam asked, incredulous
-Either that or she's possessed by one-
-Okay…- In my twisted brain, that made sense. That was what I felt off about her. Okay, evil bitch fooled me. I'm gonna kill her, slowly and painfully.
-What do we do?- Dean asked, all business.
-I'm going to Lincoln- he told us
-What?- I shouted
-It doesn't seem like I've got a choice- he looked decided, which was worst- If I don't go, a lot of people die, friends die- Family dies. Damon!
-Dad- Sam called- the demon is coming tonight. For Monica and her family. That gun it's all we've got, you can't just hand it over!-
-Who said I'm gonna hand it over?- John asked, I looked at him stunned. Was he crazy? Or just depressed and really suicidal- Look, besides us and a couple of vampires, no one's really seen the gun. No one knows what it looks like-He was actually making sense. Damn him.
-So, what, you're just gonna pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?- Dean was freaking out. I could tell. But my mind was far away, thinking about Damon, and Pastor Jim, and now Caleb I think. She was killing everyone, I was sure
-Antique store- John replied
-You're gonna hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?- I laughed bitterly- You're crazy- I told him, getting out of my shock. Finally. Because John was as part of my family as Damon and Pastor Jim were. Or, are, or, whatever.
-Look, as long as it's close, she shouldn't be able to tell the difference-
-Yeah, but for how long?- Dean almost shouted- and what happens when she figures it out?-
-I just need to buy a few hours- He answered- That's all-
-You mean for us- Sam said, Dean and I looked at him- You want us to stay here-
-What?- I screamed- No! No way in hell Uncle John, no!-I shook my head in denial- You want us to kill this demon by ourselves?-
-No, Ella- he told me- I wanna stop losing people we love. I want Sam to go to school, I want you two to have a home- His voice broke there- I want Mary alive- his back was to us, but his voice was shaking badly- I just, I just want this over- Me too, I thought.
I wanted to sleep, and never wake up. I wanted to disappear from this fucking world that has always fucked me up. Fucked us up. I, just, wanted it over, it was true. I felt like crying. It was like when my dad died all over again. The feeling that if I let myself fall apart I'll never be back in the game. And, it was true, too. I couldn't give up, not when I had so much on the bet. I needed to protect Dean, Sam, Damon and John. Hell, I had to protect myself.
We were all standing there, I needed someone. I needed to feel the warmth of a person next to me. God! I needed Dean. I thought that if I could just kiss him one more time, everything will be alright.
But that wasn't happening right now. Dean went to buy the antique gun to give Meg. I stayed behind with John and Sam and helped them set things for the fight. John was leaving us indeed, and we had to save the family alone. No pressure there.
-Uncle John- I begged, one more time, even if the others didn't work, I wasn't gonna stop- Please, we need you-
-You need to end this- he told me, hugging me. I hugged him back, that person's warmth I wanted so much sated.
-I love you Uncle John- I said through tears.
-Love you too Ella, always have, always will- he was so much like my dad, it made me cry even harder.
-Okay, okay, stop crying- he murmured softly, getting away from me- It's gonna be okay, I promise-
-Don't make promises you can't fulfill- I told him, wiping my tears with my hand. He didn't answer.
Hey, c'mon- Sam told me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder- Dean's gonna be here any second- It was true, he was. Shit. I didn't want him to see me like this. It was stupid, I know, but, anyway.
And, said and done, when we were closing John's trunk with the guns Dean pulled over the Impala. I hid in Sam's wide chest and tried to compose myself. I heard the car door closed
-You get it?- John asked. I sensed Dean walking to us. After a few seconds, he said
-You know this is a trap, don't you? That's why Meg wants you to come alone-. Sam squeezed me harder against him, I didn't complain. Maybe Dean would wonder what all was about, but, whatever.
-I can handle her- John answered- I've got a whole arsenal loaded. Holy water, silver…- he counted, but Dean interrupted him
-Dad- he called- Promise me something-
-What's that?- I turned my head a little to see them, it caught my attention.
-This thing goes south, just get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed. You're no good to us dead-. I nodded in agreement, and felt Sam doing so too.
-Same goes for you- John replied, then he took out the real Colt and looked at it-All right, listen to me. They made the bullets special for this Colt. There's only four of 'em left. Without 'em, this gun is useless. You make every shot count-
-Yes sir- Sam said, again, I nodded. I still had my arms around Sam, but wasn't hiding anymore. I was ready for action now.
-I've been waiting a long time for this fight- John said- Now, it's here, and I'm not gonna be in it. It's up to you guys now. It's your fight. You finish this. You finish what I started. You understand?-
-Yes sir- the three of us repeated. John handed Dean the Colt, and I hugged him, strongly. I couldn't help it. If this was good bye, then, I'll take the best of it.
-I love you John- I said again.
-We'll see you soon Dad- Sam added, positive. I smiled a little at his attitude.
-I'll see you later- John smiled, let me go, and patted Sam's shoulder. Then he left. I moved to where Dean was standing and grabbed his hand, as we watched John leaving. I felt empty inside, but I ignored it. I had work to do. We had work to do. When we couldn't see the truck anymore, Dean squeezed my hand and murmured
-Later-. I kinda smiled.
We got into the car and drove off to the motel again. We'll have to wait till nighttime for go into action. We readied the guns, everything, and we left.
Now, we were outside the family's house, keeping watch. Neither of us had said anything important since John left. I didn't know what to say I just had kissed Dean, because I needed it. I had hugged Sam, and then I told to myself that it ended tonight.
Sam and Dean were discussing what we should tell the family to get them out of the house. They were coming out blank. The Colt rested between them, waiting.
-Maybe we can tell them there's a gas leak- Sam suggested-Might get 'em out of the house for a few hours-
- Yeah, and how many times has that actually worked for us?- Dean rhetorically asked.
-Yeah- Sam murmured, then he got an expression of "what the hell right?"- Could always tell 'em the truth- I looked incredulous.
-Nah- they said together a second later. Thanks you!
-I know. I know, I know. I just…with what's coming for these people…- Sam spoke
-Sam, we've only got only one move, and you know it, all right?- Dean told him- We've got to wait for that demon to show itself, and then…we get it before it gets them-
-Nice plan- I said sarcastically- You thought that on your own?- He glared at me- What? I'm just saying, we might need something more-. He didn't answer me. I didn't know if it was to avoid snapping at me, or just because he knew I was right. I think the first one is more likely.
-I wonder what John's doing- I whispered, leaning my head against the front seat, in between them.
-I'd feel a lot better if we were there backin' him up- Dean answered me, I was glad he wasn't really upset; I didn't want to disturb him, not really. I just, was on edge. Sam kinda chuckled once
-I'd feel a lot better if he were here, backin' us up- He said
-Yeah, also that- I agreed. We kept quiet after that. We watched Monica's house, ready to act any moment.
-This is weird- Sam muttered
-What is?- I asked him, Dean looked curious too
-After all these years, we're finally here. It doesn't seem real-
-We just gotta keep our heads and do our jobs like always- Dean told him
-Yeah, but this isn't like always- Sam denied. No, it wasn't, but, we didn't have any other choice but deal with it.
-True- Dean agreed, and I caressed his hair lightly, to distract myself
-Dean- Sam spoke, we looked at him- I wanna thank you-
-For what?-
-For everything. You've always had my back, ya know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone else, I could always count on you. And now…I don't know, I just wanted to let you know…just in case-
-I don't get a pretty talk too?- I mocked pouted.
-You know I love you and that I'd do anything for you Ella, Dean didn't- Sam answered me, I laughed.
-Yes he does, he knows we are here for…-
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you kiddin' me?- Dean interrupted
-What?- Sam and I both asked
-You guys are giving me a good bye speech?-
-No, I'm just…-
-Don't say, "Just in case somethin' happens to you", I don't wanna hear that freakin' speech, man. Nobody's dyin' tonight. Not us, not that family, nobody…except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't gettin' any older than tonight, you understand me?- Dean told us. I nodded, serious. Sam did too.
Then, again, we waited. I felt something then, like when my dad was killed. The demon!
-It's here- I told them. And then the radio, which was off, started making static noises.
-Yeah, it's coming- Dean agreed. The trees started to move, the lights began to twinkle. We got out right then. Sam took the Colt and we ran to Monica's house.
We picked up the lock and got in. Screw protocol, we were gonna save that family. Sam got in first, Dean and I followed. He was intended in killing the demon. I got him, he had killed his mom and his girlfriend. And he had killed my mom and dad. And probably my brother, but that could be a story for later.
Suddenly, a crowbar went flying to Sam's head. I saw it and moved it.
-Get out of my house!- A man screamed to us. It was Monica's husband. Dean got him then and pinned him to the wall
-Listen to me- he told him- We're trying to help you, okay?- his voice was serious, the guy doubted for a moment.
-Charlie?- Monica called from upstairs- is everything okay down there?-
-Monica get the baby!- the guy screamed. Shit no!
-No, don't go in the nursery!- Sam ran upstairs.
I knocked the guy down hitting him with the crow bar, lightly, not to injure him.
-Telekinesis useful sometimes- I told Dean- Get him outside, I'll check on Sam- He nodded and left. I went upstairs, mind ready for anything.
I heard Monica screamed.
-Rosie!- she shouted and then I heard a thud. I got in the nursery and Sam was helping her up. The demon must've done the same he did to our mothers.
-You got him?- I asked Sam, though it was pretty obvious he didn't. He shook his head no. Damn it. Well, at least the family and we were okay.
-Take her out Sam- I commanded- I've got the baby, go!- He dragged Monica outside and I followed with Rosie in my arms, whatever might come for us, I could send it away flying and save us till the guys get to us. As soon as I got Rosie out of the crib, the thing started to burn. Damn that demon to the deepest pits of hell where he belongs!
I ran downstairs trying not to fall down. I got outside, Dean and Charlie were already there, and Monica with Sam too. I got out just in time, the house exploded behind me. I started coughing; the smoke was filling my lungs.
-Get away from my family!- the husband yelled at us
-Charlie they just saved us!- Monica yelled back, looking at Rosie. I handed her to her mom. Monica caught her and they stayed together, looking afraid. And not wonder. They just survived what could have been their worst nightmare.
-Thank you- Monica told us, breathlessly. We didn't answer. Instead, we looked back at the house. The fire was coming from the nursery's window. The place was burning down, but we could see a figure standing inside. Sam looked furious
-It's still in there- He growled. He tried to run to the house but Dean stopped him. I helped, grabbing his other arm.
-Sam, no!- I screamed at him, desperately.
-Ella let me go!- He shouted- it's still in there!-
-Sam no! Stop!- Dean and I yanked him away from the house, I had to use telekinesis, he was really strong.
-Getting into that house it's suicide!- Dean told him- It's burning to the ground-
-I don't care!- Sam kept shouting
-We do!- I said. I felt like maybe I should knock him out, but, didn't. I looked back at the window, and the figure vanished.
I heard sirens coming down the street.
-Let's go!- I told them and grabbed each of their arms.
-Good bye- I called to Monica's family. She smiled.
We got into the car and Dean drove off, full speed, towards the motel. We went in and he instantaneously called John.
I was sitting on the bed, keeping Sam with me. Dean was pacing, making me nervous.
-Dad answer your phone, damn it!- he kept saying. That wasn't good. Not good at all.
-Something's wrong- Dean told us. I looked at him, Sam didn't respond.
-You hear me? Something happened- Dean told him
-If you had just let me go in there, I could have ended all this- Sam said, his voice dark. I shivered. I put a hand on his face and forced him to look at me
-Sam- I spoke- the only thing you would've ended was your life-
-You don't know that- He indeed knew I was right, he was just too stubborn to admit it. Dean, on the other hand, was fuming.
-So, what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?- he asked Sam. They looked at each other. Sam stood up. Oh, shit.
-Yeah, yeah, you're damn right I am- he replied
-Yeah. Well, that not gonna happen…not as long as I'm around- Dean told him
-What the hell are you talkin' about, Dean? We've been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only think we've ever cared about- Sam yelled
-Sam, I wanna waste it. I do, okay? But it's not worth dyin' over- I interrupted, things were going bad.
-What?- he looked at me shocked-
-She's right- Dean said- If huntin' this demon means you gettin' yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing- I wasn't gonna say it like that, but, the point was made.
Maybe not for Sam. He looked dangerously angry.
-That thing killed Jess- he hissed- that thing killed mom-
-Don't you thing I know that?- I yelled- it killed my parents too, Sam-
-But you said yourself once…that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never comin' back- Dean completed my idea.
In less than a blink, Sam had pinned Dean to the wall. I jerked up, ready to send him flying if he hurt Dean.
-Don't you say that! Don't you…not after all this, don't you say that- his voice was broken; I could feel his pain, underneath everything else. I kept quiet, allowing them their moment.
-Sammy, look- Dean said- The four of us…that's all we have. And that all I have- Sam started to let go of him- Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holdin' it together, man- to that, Sam let him go completely-Without you and Dad and Ella…- he trailed off, tears in his eyes. I went to him, Sam had back off, so I had room. I grabbed him by the shoulders, keeping him together.
-Dad- Sam murmured- Dad…he should have called by now. Try him again-
Dean took a deep breath and I let go of him. He dialed John's number. Someone had pick up, because he looked freaked.
-Where is he?- he asked, his voice grave. He didn't say anything else. He just stood there, looking scared and, well scared.
