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Chapter 13

With The Hands Of Uncertainty

"Quite the stunt you pulled today," Sam said as he waltzed through the motel room door about two hours after Dean had let himself get hit by a bus.

"Nobody saw me, did they?"

Sam shook his head. "Just a blur. They figured the bus hit something else. Maybe a deer. A big, damn, bloodless deer."

"Makes sense. So, what took you?"

Sighing, Sam plopped down on his bed, dropping the Blockbuster bag onto the floor beside him. "They wanted to ask a few questions."

Dean straightened up immediately. "Shit, Sam, I didn't even think of that."

"No big deal. I used the opportunity to get some information."

"Information about what?"

"That girl you saved. Her name was Christy Chambers. If it wasn't for you, she'd be dead."

The older man nodded. "Yeah, well, I can't take all the credit. I mean, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have had to save her."

"You think I pushed her?" Sam asked, his tone more accusatory than the joking nature of his brother's voice should have prompted.

"Dude, relax. It was an accident. Nobody's fault but whoever invented texting. That chick should sue him."

"But Christy didn't get hurt-"

"Shouldn't matter. This is America. People have gone to court for less."

"The bus driver did."

Dean blinked. "What?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded, "Jonathan Carver. He saw the girl fall in front of the bus, slammed on the brakes, saw her disappear, and had a massive heart attack."

"I killed him?"

"You didn't kill anyone. The guy was old."

"But if I hadn't snatched her-"

"Then they probably both would have died." Sam reasoned, "I know we had this talk. You can't save everyone." Dean opened his mouth to protest, but got cut off. "Even if you are Superman."

Dean sighed, apparently accepting the verdict for the time being. "So, we gonna crack open those DVD sets, or what?"

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The two men tumbled around the room. The older one tried to strangle the younger one. The younger one broke a glass jar over the older one's head.

"I'm so conflicted," Dean said, watching the fight with tired eyes and unexplainable enthusiasm. Four seasons of Smallville in four days will do that a guy. "I loved that one in Dukes," he admitted, pointing to the blond man being held at gunpoint, "but I liked that one," he pointed to the blood-soaked young man with the rifle, "in Dark Angel. Bo or Alec. What's a fan to do?" He sighed, rolling his eyes at the lack of intended sarcasm in his final sentence.

Sam seemed not to notice that his brother had said anything. In fact, Dean was pretty sure that the younger man was asleep with his eyes open, staring blankly at the TV screen.

"I wish they hadn't sucked that hot blonde chick from last season into the wall," Dean lamented, "what was her name? Kara? Lindsey? Either way, she was smoking. Looked kinda familiar, too. Didn't you think so, Sammy?"

Again, Sam didn't respond. He just stared blankly at the screen, watching the final events of the fourth season of Smallville play out. Sighing, Dean turned back to the screen in time to see a meteor heading toward the Kent farm.

"Turn around, Pretty Boy," he shouted at the screen as Jason reacted with wide eyes to the sound and light produced by the flaming chunk of space debris. "Oh, tough break. Maybe next year, huh?" He smiled, looking back at Sam. "Guy just can't win. I mean, in the span of two episodes of Smallville, he gets shot in the shoulder, falls off a cliff into white water, and gets his by a rock. And I thought our bad guy was sadistic."

Sam blinked and turned to look at his brother, absently grabbing the remote and hitting the mute button. "Dean?"

"Nice of you to join us, Sleeping Beauty. You missed the fight."

"I saw it. I just can't believe it."

"Believe what?"

Sam shook his head. "I mean, it was just a theory before, but after that… so specific."

"Mind clueing me in here?"

"Not right now. Not until I'm sure." Sam grinned. "But I'm pretty sure. I need you to go online and find the names of every actor who's played a major character on Smallville. They need to be in at least half the season. It shouldn't be too hard to find. Make a list of the ones that died."

"And what are you gonna do?"

The younger man held up the final two DVD sets. "I'm gonna finish the show."

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Erica Saunders liked to run. She spent most of her days outdoors, even as the temperature dropped and her friends and family headed into the warm interiors of their homes. She would run outside, through the dense woods that ran along behind her house, stopping to rest on a rock that jutted out over the babbling stream that carved its way through her own personal forest.

Her iPod blaring Remy Zero, Erica slowed hr pace and plopped down on one of the rocks to watch the spring rush past. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the fresh air that blew through the trees. She loved the peace and quiet of the area.

She never heard the footsteps approaching her from behind, never saw the looming figure in the brown jacket until he'd spun her around with large hands and plunged a knife deep into her stomach.