Dean's POV
"Where are we going now, Dean?" Candice asked from the back seat. I sighed loudly.
"I will tell you if you shut up," I snapped. She nodded a slucking look on her face. "Vegas." I said quietly. She slunk down in the seat and pulled out her ipod. She wouldn't say anything for hours with that thing on.
"Sam, I think you should talk to her. Try and get into that head of hers." I said to my brother. He nodded but didn't say much.
Candice's POV
All I needed to do was deal with the boys until we got to Vegas. Then I could contact Meg and try and get out of the contract. After the incident in Smallville, I'd taken to covering the mark on my hand with foundation. I knew if I was going to lead her on and save the boys, I was going to have to double cross them. I sat there jamming to some Relient K and working on my blog. We'd be in Vegas tomorrow at the latest with Dean behind the wheel. Then I'd get in contact with Meg and put my plan into action. It would be hard but I think I can pull it off. After a while I drifted off to sleep.
"Candice, get up!" Sam yelled. I woke with a start.
"What?" I yelled back, sitting up.
He just shook his head and I looked around. We were in front of a large white house and Dean was standing on the front porch.
"Sam, where are we?" I asked, a little quieter this time.
"It's Dean. He just pulled up here and got out. Don't you know where this is?" He asked.
"No, that's why I asked you where we were stupid." I said.
"We're at the house." He whispered.
"Where it all started."
I was in awe of the house. It had all started there in the front window the second from the left. Sam had been only a few months old and Dean was four. It was in early November, the second to be exact, in '83. Uncle John came in after Aunt Mary went in and had started screaming. The next thing he knew the nursery was ablaze and Aunt Mary was dead. This has to be hard on Dean.