This chapter in the latest entry of the "Dean Winchester Files" (snazzy title, huh? Thought if it all by myself. Stop laughing) is just to bring you up to speed and to basically tell you exactly why I'm sitting in a grave yard ten minutes to midnight on October 31st.
It was a bit of a whirlwind, from Uncle Sam showing up, to Ruby showing up, to my mother declaring we were NOT going anywhere without her. As for me, I wanted to know what the whole plan was.
That got them all yelling. From the bits I could pick up, the plan was to open a gate to Hell using a Colt (which I couldn't really figure out what was special about it, but whatever), and that, in theory, my dad would be able to claw his way out.
"Are you an idiot? That's a half cocked plan, and you'll just get yourself killed." Ruby informed Uncle Sam.
"I don't see you claiming to have a better idea. Unlike last time." Sam shot at Ruby seethingly.
"Nice. Turn this on me. I had a plan, but SOMEBODY decided to steal my knife instead, if you remember right." Ruby said, placing her hands on her hips.
Sam gave a laugh devoid of real mirth. "Ya know, this time you showed up, you claimed to have a way of getting Dean out of Hell. Funny how you're not forthcoming with this information yet again."
My mother looked between them, looking annoyed, a little confused, and….determined.
As for me, I'd been blocked out of this meeting of the minds. I sat at the small breakfast table in our miniscule kitchen as the three of them argued. I might have been sixteen at that point, but still basically a kid (to them. I prefer to think of myself as strong and masculine. No, really, stop laughing)
"The veil is thin on All Hallows Eve every year, what is so important about it being this year?"
I looked up after that question was voiced. Not really because it intrigued me, but because the yelling had ceased. Mostly because all three of them were looking at me.
Ruby was grinning, Uncle Sam had a grave expression, and my mother's eyes went wide and she walked over to me and then turned to look at the other two as if she was planning on playing the role of barricade.
"He was born to marked parents: that makes the kid stigmatized as well, not to mention the whole 'born out of wedlock' thing that's setting him up for trouble down the line." – Here, naturally, my shoulders drooped. I'd always known my parents hadn't been married, and God only knew that we weren't exactly the Partridge's, but that hadn't meant I'd stopped hoping.
Thank you for fully killing my dreams, Ruby. Thank you.
"Only evil freaks can open a portal to Hell." Ruby was saying, since I hadn't actually spoken. Though, I doubt anyone but me needed the explanation.
"NO. NO. Dean made his choice. I am NOT risking our son just to get him out." My mother said, using
her 'and that is so damned final don't even thinking about saying anything to the contrary' voice. She looked at Sam. "And you know that Dean wouldn't want it, either."
I stood up, so lost I thought my head might literally spin off of my shoulders.
"What do you mean marked?" I said, looking between these three people. No one spoke. "What about this choice? Mom?"
I was about reaching breaking point. Everyone had taken that one moment to let invisible cats get their tongues.
"Goddammit, somebody speak!" I yelled, and though on most occasions this would have warranted probably something nearing a smack from my mom, she just looked up at me sharply, and then Ruby spoke.
"Not just anybody can open up a gate to Hell, kid. They have to really want to, and they have to be tainted in some way. You're two for two, hopscotch."
My eyebrows knit together. Hell (sorry, again, forgive the pun) if I knew what that meant. I was not going to believe I was tainted. That just made it sound like I was damaged goods.
"Anybody gonna elaborate on that?" I asked the silence that followed. I had no idea why we kept talking about Hell, and my possible evil heritage.
"Just before you were conceived Dean made a deal with the Devil. His soul, my life." Sam said. "It meant that though he wasn't evil, in the eyes of…." Sam stopped, shrugged, swallowed. I wasn't really sure I wanted to hear what came next. "God he was because his soul belonged to the ultimate sinner. As for your mother…" He trailed off, glanced at my mom, and then said. "Come on, we've gotta go."
"No, wait." I said, feeling like I couldn't really control the anger building in my stomach. Or the betrayal. "You said he was murdered." I said, the accusation clear in my voice. "You lied to me." I didn't yell it, I just said it.
"Dean." I felt my mother behind me, but I pushed her away. I furious at all of them. I glanced at the clock; time to go.
"I'll go. But only for my dad. Not for you."
It was a very silent car ride. No one dared speak, and I was becoming a boiling pot of hatred. That's what's lead me to this moment in the graveyard; my heart pounding and adrenaline starting to kick in.
The clock struck twelve a.m.
This was it.
