-Chapter 10 of TWLL-

-Three Days Later-

"How long has he been in that room?" Sam asked Bobby and that dull and rainy Thursday morning.

"It's been three days, how long can he hang over this girl? They only knew each other for maybe a month or two." Bobby said taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well, obviously to them it was something deeper. I'm not sure what to tell you." Sam answered brushing his hair away from his face. The two sipped their coffee in silence, not sure what to do with the boy behind the door. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Dean slumped over the threshold and grabbed his keys off the kitchen table. Before Dean could get anywhere close to the door, Sam grabbed the keys out of in hand.

"You're drunk, Dean." Bobby said. Dean glared at him through glazed eyes.

"Gimme the goddamn keys, Sam." Dean demanded.

"I can't Dean." Sam said. He stuck the car keys into the chest pocket of his jacket and didn't look back up at Dean. He could feel Dean's eyes burn a hole into the top of his head. Dean groaned and stalked off outside to the porch taking another beer with him.

Sam and Bobby were helpless. They couldn't bring Ace back. Dean had slammed that door closed. Ace wasn't going to come back, unless Dean begged her to, but they both knew that wasn't going to happen. Not only would Dean not beg, but Ace's life would be in danger and he wanted to protect her. It's just part of who he was, though he could've done it better.

Dean stalked back inside and slumped on the couch and travelled aimlessly through the TV channels. He finally landed on the news station that was discussing another fire. Bobby and Sam listened from the kitchen table to the report.

"A horrible fire, which broke out only minutes ago, killed a woman in her late twenties and her fourth month old daughter. According to the local fire department, the fire began in the house nursery and spread from there. There are currently no known causes of the fire and no witnesses, but if anyone has any information, please call the number…" The reporter said, but before he could finish his statement Dean cut the TV off. He moved his ass from the couch to his bed and stayed silent for the remainder of the hour.

-One Hour Later-

The bedroom door was shut. It hadn't been moved from its hinges in an hour's time. There was no sound coming from behind it and no one dared to knock on it. Dean had neither come out for beer or even to go to the bathroom and no one risked their necks to make sure he was ok, though they surely wanted to. No one made a noise, the only thing you could hear was the low humming of the brewing coffee in the kitchen. The Bobby Singer house hold wasn't exactly a happy one. Sam contemplated getting Dean to take a case. He'd found one a few days ago in Dallas, but wasn't sure if Dean would go or not. He decided to put his neck out and went to ask Dean about the case.

"You got a case?" Dean groaned as Sam entered the room.

"Yea, but you…" Sam started.

"Let's go." Dean interrupted. Sam opened his mouth to ask why he wanted to go so suddenly, but he thought it was best not to question him.

"Alright. We can leave tomorrow morning." Sam stated.

"No, we can leave tonight. You've got no plans right?" Dean said grabbing his bag to stuff clothes into it.

"No…I guess I don't have plans." Sam said. He left the room, knowing there was no use in arguing with him.

Sam left Dean and went to pack his own things. When he went to prepare the guns he realized they were low on ammo and went out to get some from the gun store. He took the Impala downtown to the gun shop, parked and went inside. He picked out shot gun and pistol ammo. After that, he went shopping for normal ammo he went down to the "special weapon" shop. He went to the shop and picked up silver bullets and a few other things. He stood in the line to check out. He was feeling impatient as he stood there tapping his foot. The woman in front of him dropped her things on the counter and turned furiously around to him. When she saw him, Sam stopped tapping his foot and the anger immediately washed from the woman's face. She turned quickly back around purchased her items and rushed out of the store. Sam quickly bought the weapons and rushed after her.

"Please wait, Ace." Sam yelled. She didn't listen she threw the items into the back of her car and went to open the driver's seat. Sam closed the door and stood in front of her. She looked as if she would pummel him to the ground.

"What do you want, Sam?" She asked impatiently.

"Talk to Dean. He's a wreck. I can't stand to see him this way." Sam said. He saw it in her eyes that she missed Dean. He could tell that she tried hard not to let her hurt show. She was just like Dean.

"I've got nothing to say to him anymore and I can see you two have a case." Ace said attempting to grab the handle on the car door. Sam blocked her.

"That's a lame excuse, c'mon. Anyone in the world can see it." Sam said.

"See what?" Ace asked innocently.

"That you love him." Sam said simply. Ace couldn't take it anymore. She finally pulled Sam's giant ass out of the way and got a good grip on the car door, but Sam held her hand. She looked up at him, the emotions made themselves known.

"We've only known each other like two months, Sam!" Ace exclaimed. She flung Sam's hand off hers and faced him with her hands on her hips.

"It's destiny goddamnit!" Sam yelled back. A few people passed and gave them weird glances, but that didn't stop Ace from going off.

"That's bullshit, Sam and you know it! You could hardly even call what we had a relationship. Just give it a fucking rest. Who the hell told you this was destiny?" Ace argued.

"Castiel." Sam stated as a matter of factly.

"That god forsaken angel doesn't know shit." Ace said and she got into her car and drove away. As she reversed her car Sam noticed something in the back of her car through the window. His eyes widened with realization and he rushed back to his car and back to Bobby's house.

He left the weapons in the car and yelled for Bobby and Dean to grab every weapon possible. Bobby rushed out with urgency and asked what was going on. Sam told him what happened and what he saw and Bobby knew instantly what was going on. He grabbed his gun from the study and rushed out to put stuff in the trunk.

Sam rushed to see where Dean was. He was sitting there doing a gun check. Dean looked up from his gun and could tell something was wrong. Sam explained what was going on and that they didn't have much time, but Dean refused.

"C'mon Dean. She's on a suicide mission." Sam yelled. He was really frustrated.

"He can't kill her. There's no love there." Dean argued.

"It's been written all over your face for the past three days, Dean. That girl loves you and you love her too. If Bobby and I can see it so can everyone else." Sam yelled. Dean sat there dumbstruck. Sam had finally gotten through to him. Dean knew his little brother was right. He finally got up and rushed outside into the driver's seat of the Impala and they sped to Maria's house.