Everything Stays
They drove without a word, all of them mourning the loss of so many people, trying to keep their minds from drifting to the possibility of loosing Sam. Dean occasionally gripping the steering wheel harder, his knuckles whitening a grim expression plastered to his face. Bobby did what he did best, looking over maps trying to find the correct way. Every few minutes he would zone out, staring at something for a few seconds before coming back to continue his search. Jaime had tried her hardest to keep quiet, shoving the visions away; trying to keep from drowning in the images she'd seen at the Roadhouse, she felt like a bundle of nerves and looked like a wreck. Bobby tried to keep her calm glancing at her in the side view mirror; but she avoided the gazes, knowing exactly what horrors they were walking into.
Bobby snapped his fingers, "I found it." pulling the map closer to examine the roads leading in and around the town. "Dean we need to get to Cold Oak." Bobby said, tracing the road on the map leading them straight to town square. "I think the best bet would be to take the next left or maybe right…" Bobby looked out the windshield at the setting sun. He pulled out a flashlight, continuing to guide the three to the abandoned town.
"Come on Bobby talk to me." Dean said from the driver's seat, Bobby looked over at him and saw the tension rolling off his steady form, the freckle faced young man next to him was much too young, he'd seen too much, and been through even more. His white knuckles clutched the steering wheel so tight he was worried he might break it. Jaime sniffled behind him and pulled Bobby out of his head, he shook his head and looked back down at the map; locating the side street pointing it out to Dean. They pulled off and down the road, not quite seeing the path yet; parking the car they all took a moment to look around, seeing nothing but trees through the misting rain.
Jaime crawled out, her heart racing as she took in her surrounding, knowing exactly what they were going to find. "Dean." She whispered, trying to find some thing in him. He threw a her a half smile, not reaching his eyes; she could tell he was trying to help, but there was nothing he could do. His green eyes were too full of concern and pity for both her and Sam. She turned her head at the sound of gravel crunching and another person's breathing causing her to look at Bobby, his grey sweater, hunting vest, and baseball cap sitting just like in all her visions. "Looks like the rest of the way is on foot." He said, both men walked to the trunk rifling through to find something usable. They looked at each other and clicked on the flashlights. She watched Dean and Bobby walked toward a path hidden by overhanging branches and large bushes, she wanted nothing more than to wake up and have this be from a vision. However she reluctantly followed, falling behind Dean with Bobby bringing up the rear. His hunter instincts taking over as he looked around them for any potential threats.
They'd made it to a gravel clearing, just outside of town, their heads snapping in the direction of a loud crash. She couldn't help it, Jaime took off her eyes focusing where the sound had come from. Running ahead, her mind too preoccupied to care if she would get hurt, or if it would in some way was a trap. She broke onto a road, the rain misting around her, fogging her glasses and making it hard for her to see. Looking around herself she noticed the large windmill slowly turning adding an eerie creaking throughout the empty town, rain blurred her vision, causing her glasses to fog as she desperately watched two large figures battle a few hundred yards from them. "Jaime I need you to think, you're no good to Sammy dead." Dean said coming up behind her, his large hand engulfing her small shoulder. She nodded, raising a hand to point it at the violent scene; she couldn't force herself to look away, no matter how hard she tried. "SAM!" Dean shouted running to them. She stood there her heart breaking as she watched Sam turn around a relieved smile on his face, he started walking towards them. Bobby came up next to her putting his hand on her back, after checking her he rushed towards the two brothers. Everything happened in slow motion, her visions not preparing her for reality.
Sam was slowly walking towards the men as they ran up to meet with him. A smile on his young face, he was favoring his shoulder, trying not to jostle it too much with each step. His clothes were a little dirty, some mud caking the knees of pants, some drying on his cheek. He didn't make it far as a dark silouhette appeared behind him, thrusting a knife into his spine. She felt a scream bubbling in her stomach ripping and tearing it's way through her. Everything around her began swirling, the rain coming down harder as it began spinning, mud floated up mixing with the rain, small rocks and pieces of broken wood asserted themselves to the dangerous mix. That didn't seem to matter as her carefully guarded heart was wrenched from her chest, rupturing in front of her. She felt herself shatter, severing her from the world. There was nothing holding her in place anymore. A ringing started in her ears making her whole body vibrate, she couldn't hear anything her eyes concentrated on the brothers kneeling in the mud before her.
"SAAAAM!" Dean screamed, his heart broken cry made everything around her stop. The word disconnecting her from her body, leaving her an empty shell. She watched as Dean rocked his younger brother back and forth, supporting the dead weight with his body, his hand still pressed firmly to Sam's back, trying in vain to stop the blood as it seeped down his back meeting the wet earth. Jaime's legs gave way, unable to hold her up. The weight of her emotions too much for her already weak frame. She saw Bobby come back, he stopped in his tracks when his eyes connected with Dean's, bending his head to hide the emotional storm going through him. After a few seconds he rushed to Jaime, but there was nothing left of her. There was nothing left for anyone to do. Sam Winchester was dead.