Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, its characters or its plot. I DO own my OC Sabrina Moore(I don't own the last name Moore though((Moore is Jessica's last name))) I also own what I add to the plot and the whole thing with Sabrina. ((Which won't come up until next chapter.)
Next and LAST chapter of this book out at midnight. The whole thing with Sabrina will be revealed. ALSO! If enough people want me to I'll post the first chapter of book 2 about 5-15 minutes after the Final chapter. (By enough people i mean like ...3+) Otherwise I'll just post the first chapter when i get home from school. (I get to see The Scottish Play tomorrow.) Hopefully my Achilles tendon won't hurt too much. =/
The Sabrina Moore Chronicles Chapter 20 Salvation
INTERIOR. CHURCH
BLUE EARTH. MINNESOTA
A Pastor is at his pulpit. He looks up when a wind ruffles his hair and the candles on the alter. Meg enters the church.
"Good Morning. Can I help you?" The Pastor asks. The Pastor comes down from the pulpit. Meg walks forward and sits in a pew.
"I kinda...I need to talk."
"Well that's what I'm here for."
"I've done some things. Not good things."
"Well there's always forgiveness for us if we seek it."
"For everyone? Are you sure?."
"I like to say salvation was created for sinners. Tell me what's on your mind.
"Well. I've lied. A lot. I've stolen. I've lusted. And the other day I met this man. A nice guy, you know? We had a really good chat, sort of like this...then I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest." Meg blinks and her eyes go black. The Pastor jerks back. "Does that make me a bad person?"
"I know what you are." The Pastor says backing away. "You can't be here. This is hallowed ground."
"Please." Meg stands. "Maybe that works in the minor leagues. But not with me." The Pastor runs for the door behind the pulpit and down the stairs. He unlocks a door and rushes inside, sliding a ready to go barricade across the door. He turns to a well-stocked hunter's chest of weapons and starts scrambling for something. Meg kicks open the door with ease, breaking the wood barricading it. The Pastor starts, then throws a knife covered in Sigils at Meg's head. She catches it easily. "You throw like a girl."
"What do you want?"
"The Winchesters and their pet."
"I haven't spoken to John Winchester in over a year. You're wasting your time. Even if I did know where they were, I'd never tell you."
"I know." Meg slits his throat with his own knife and he falls back into a chair, gasping, then dies. Meg smiles and walks away.
MANNING, COLORADO.
The walls were covered with information on the yellow eyed demon. Weather charts, hieroglyphics, pictures, newspaper articles, written notes, a shelf of books and more. John sat at a paper strewn desk, the Colt in front of him. Sabrina leaned against the wall while Sam leaned against the counter and Dean paced.
"So this is it. This is everything I know. Look, our whole lives we been searching for this demon right? Not a trace, just...nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail."
"And that's when you took off." Dean asked.
"Yeah. That's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation."
"All right so what's this trail you found?"
"It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us."
"Families with infants?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. The night of the kid's six-month birthday."
"I was six months old that night?"
"Exactly six months."
"So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason. The same way it came for me? So Mom's death...Jessica. It's all because of me?"
"We don't know that Sam."
"Oh really? Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure Dean." Sam said.
"For the last time, what happened to them was not your fault. " Dean said frustrated.
"Right. It's not my fault but it's my problem." Sam shouted.
"No it's not your problem it's our problem!"
"Okay. That's enough." John said standing. Everyone took a breath and calmed down.
"So why's he doing it. What does he want?" Sam asked.
"Look I wish I had more answers," John said. "I do. I've always been one step behind it. Look, I've never gotten there in time to save..." John looked down, unhappy.
"All right so how do we find it.. before it hits again." Dean said.
"There's signs. It took me a while to see the pattern but it's there in the days before these fires signs crop up in an area. Cattle deaths, temperature fluctuations, electrical storms. And then I went back and checked...and..."
"These things happened in Lawrence." Dean said.
"A week before your mother died." John nodded. "And in Palo Alto... before Jessica. And these signs, they're starting again."
"Where?" Sam asked.
"Salvation Iowa."
ROAD.
John's truck sped along a misty road, followed closely by the Impala. After a few moments he pulled off to the side, the Impala followed and everyone sprang out of their seats.
"God damn it!" John said.
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"Son of a bitch."
"What is it!"
"I just got a call from Caleb."
"Is he okay?"
"He's fine. Jim Murphy's dead."
"Pastor Jim? How?" Sam asked.
"His throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place."
"A demon." Dean said. John nodded. "The Demon?"
"I don't know. Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close."
"What do we do?"
"Now we act like every second counts. There's two hospitals and a health centre in this county. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week."
"Dad that could be dozens of kids. How do we know which one's the right one?" Sam asked.
"We check em all that's how. You got any better ideas?"
"No sir." Sam said. John nodded at them and they all turned back to their cars. John stopped, leaning on his trunk. Dean turned back as he opened his door and pauses.
"Dad?"
"Yeah. It's Jim. You know, I can't..." His face hardened. "This ends, now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes." They all got back in their cars and pull back onto the road, speeding into the distance.
John pulled up in front of 'Salvation Children's Hospital'. He opened the container between the seats and shuffled through the number of IDs there, selecting one and pinning it to his jacket.
Sam and Sabrina were sitting in a filing room, a nurse brought him another load of files.
"Here you go officers." She said.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." They continued copying birth certificate information into their notebooks.
A pretty receptionist handed a file to a hospital worker, then looked down at her clipboard. She looked up again as Dean walked in and paused, looking around. She smiled as he turned to her desk. He noted her gorgeousness and raised his eyebrows.
"Hi. Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked.
"Oh God yes." He said with a smile. She smiles and looked down. He held up his ID. "Only I'm uh...working right now, so..."
Sam and Sabrina came out of Salvation Medical Center, Sam flipped through his notebook, then clutched his head as a vision hit him.
"Sam? Sam?" The Yellow Eyed Demon was in a babies nursery. He flashed to a mother looking out the window, he heard a train, and then saw the demon again. As soon as the vision finished and he could focus again he quickly pulled out a map. "What is it?"
"I saw him." He said looking at the map.
"What where? When?"
Sabrina followed Sam to a park. He checked his map again. As he did he got the vision flashes again. When it was over he realized the house from the vision was in front of him. The woman from his vision pushed a pram along the road while holding an umbrella. He approached.
"S-Sam where are you going?" Sabrina whispered following.
"Hi. Here, let me hold that for you." He put his hand on the pram to keep it from moving. "You look like you don't need that anymore." He nodded to the umbrella.
"Oh. Thanks." She closed her umbrella. He looked inside the pram.
"She's gorgeous. Is she yours?"
"Yeah."
"Oh wow, hi!" He said to the baby. He looked at the mom. "Oh sorry, I'm rude. I'm Sam this is my girlfriend Sabrina." He put his arm around her and held her to him briefly. "We just moved in up the block."
"Oh hey. I'm Monica. This is Rosie." They shook hands.
"Rosie? Hi Rosie." Sam said.
"So, welcome to the neighborhood."
"Thanks."
"She's adorable." Sabirna said with a smile. The baby just looked up at then.
"She's such a good baby!" Sam said.
"I know, I mean she...she never cries. She just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you and I swear it's...it's like she's reading your mind."
"What about you Monica? Have you lived here long?"
"My husband and I, we bought our place just before Rosie was born."
"And how old's Rosie?"
"She's six months today. She's big right? Growing like a weed."
"Yeah." Sam said distracted. "Monica..."
"Yeah?
"Just ahhh just take care of yourself okay?"
"Yeah, you too. We'll see you around." Sam and Sabrina started to walk away. As Monica turned to her house a station wagon pulle into the drive, honking. "Oh There's Daddy!" Sam's vision returned again and he grunted in pain.
"Sam? Again?"
The clock in the bedroom stopped, the nursery rhyme playing stopped, a wind sweeps through. A black figure approached the bed. Monica pushed the door open from the hallway and saw the figure standing over her daughter's bed.
"What are you..." The figure turned to her. She was pulled back to the wall and slid up it to the ceiling. Blood started dripping from her stomach. "Rosie!" The room burst into flame.
MOTEL ROOM.
Sam sat at the table, rubbing his temples. Sabrina stood next to him looking concerned. Dean and John sat on the end of each bed.
"A vision." John said flatly.
"Yes. I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling." Sam said slowly and painfully.
"And you think this is going to happen to this woman you met because...
"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them."
"It started out as nightmares." Dean said. "Then it started happening while he was awake." Dean rose and crossed to the counter behind Sam to get more coffee.
"Yeah." Sam said wincing. "It's like the closer I get to anything to do with the demon the stronger the visions get."
"All right. When were you going to tell me about this?" John asked. Sam and Dean stopped and turned to look at John
"We didn't know what it meant." Dean said.
"All right, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me." Dean dumped the coffee jug and cup back on the counter and strode toward John.
"Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad I called you from Lawrence all right? Sam called you when I was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery."
"You're right. Although I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry."
"Look guys, visions or no visions, fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight. And this family's gonna go through the same hell we went through." Sam said.
"No they're not. No one is, ever again." John said. Sam's phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Sam?"
"Who is this?"
"Think real hard it will come to you."
"Meg." The three turned to Sam. "Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window."
"Yeah, no thanks to you. That really hurt my feelings by the way."
"Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop."
"Lemme speak to your Dad." Sam looked at John who walked over.
"My Dad. I don't know where my Dad is."
"It's time for the grown-ups to talk Sam, let me speak to him now." Sam hesitated then handed the phone to John.
"This is John."
"Howdy John. I'm Meg. I'm a friend of your boys. I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke on his own blood...still there John-boy?"
"I'm here."
"Well that was yesterday. Today I'm in Lincoln. Visiting another old friend of yours. He wants to say hi..." She walked to a man tied to a chair and took off the gag before putting the phone to his ear.
"John, whatever you do don't give..." Meg pulled the phone away, putting her finger on her lips in a shhh-ing noise and smiling.
"Caleb?" John asked. Sam and Dean reacted to the name instantly, going on alert. "You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go."
"We know you have the colt John." Meg said.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, okay. Well listen to this." Meg slit Caleb's throat and held the phone out. John could hear him gasping and drowning in his own blood.
"Caleb. Caleb!"
"You hear that? That's the sound of your friend dying. Now let's try this again. We know you have the gun John, word travels fast. So as far as we're concerned you just declared war. And this is what war looks like. It has casualties."
"I'm gonna kill you, you know that?"
"Oh John please, mind your blood pressure. So this is the thing. We're going to keep doing what we're doing. And your friends, anyone who has ever helped you, gave you shelter, anyone you ever loved. They'll all die unless you give us that gun." John was quiet, thinking. The boys were close by his side. "I'm waiting Johnny, better answer before the buzzer."
"Okay."
"Sorry? I didn't quite get that."
"I said okay, I'll bring you the colt."
"There's a warehouse in Lincoln, on the corner of Wabash and Lake. You're gonna meet me there."
"It's gonna take me about a days drive to get there."
"Meet me there at midnight tonight."
"That's impossible. I can't get there in time and I can't just carry a gun on the plane."
"Oh. Well I guess your friends die don't they. If you do decide to make it, come alone. Actually.. Bring the girl too." John looked at Sabrina. She looked back confused.
"So you think Meg is a demon?" Sam asked.
"Either that, or she's possessed by one. It doesn't really matter."
"What do we do?" Dean asked. "And why the hell does she want you to take Sabrina with you?" John shook his head in a silent 'I don't know'.
"We're going to Lincoln." He said looking at Sabrina a moment.
"What?"
"It doesn't look like we have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die, our friends die."
"Dad, the demon is coming tonight." Sam said. "For Monica and her family. That gun is all we got, you can't just hand it over."
"Who said anything about handing it over. Look, besides us and a coupla of vampires no one's really seen the gun, no one knows what it looks like."
"So what, you're just going to pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?" Dean asked.
"Antique store."
"You're going to hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?" Dean asked.
"Look, as long as it's close, she shouldn't be able to tell the difference."
"Yeah but for how long? What happens when she figures it out?" Dean asked.
"I just...I just need to buy a few hours, that's all."
"You mean for Dean, and me. You want us to stay here, and kill this demon by ourselves?" Sam asked.
"No Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school; I want Dean to have a home. I want...I want Mary alive. It's just...I just want this to be over."
"Sabrina's not going." Dean said shaking his head..
"Dean I have to." She said.
"No, no you don't. There's no reason for them to want you too."
"Dean. She has to come with me." John said.
"I'll be fine Dean. We'll both be fine." Dean glared at the floor. "Dean." She turned his head to look at her. "Your dad will be right there. We'll both be absolutely fine." He looked back at the floor with a sigh.
MUDDY BACK ROAD.
Sam, Sabrina and John stood at the back of his truck, checking weapons. The Impala came toward them and Dean got out.
"You get it?" John asked. Dean pulled a brown paper bag out of his pocket and handed it to John. John pulled out an antique gun.
"You know this is a trap don't you. That's why Meg doesn't want us to go with you?" Dean asked.
"We can handle her. I got a whole arsenal loaded. Holy water, Mandaic, amulets..."
"Dad..."
"What?"
"Promise me something."
"What's that?"
"This thing goes south just...get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed all right, you're no good to us dead."
"Same goes for you." There was a long pause. "All right listen to me. They made the bullets special for this colt. There's only four of them left. Without them this gun is useless. You make every shot count."
"Yes sir." Sam said.
"Been waiting a long time for this fight. Now it's here I'm not gonna be in it. It's up to you boys now. It's your fight, you finish this. You finish what I started. Understand?" John handed Dean the colt.
"We'll see you soon Dad." Sam said.
"I'll see you later." John got in the truck. Dean quickly went over to Sabrina and grabbed her hand. He glanced at the truck's side mirrors and saw John looking back at them slightly confused. He looked down at Sabrina.
"Don't you dare die on me, Princess." Dean said before cupping her face and leaning down to kiss her. She blinked surprised. She smiled, blushing, when he pulled away. He smirked back at her.
"When we get back you both better be in one piece." She said. He let go of her hand and she got in the truck. The boys stood watching them pull away.
"Later." Dean said. Sabrina looked out the window.
"So uh…" She looked over at John. "You and Dean huh?"
"Wha- oh no no no. Uh W-we're not. Uh. We're not like going out or anything it-it's just." She bit her lip her face completely red. John chuckled.
"Alright."
"Sorry." He chuckled again slightly.
WAREHOUSE.
John pulled up in his truck, got out and checked the antique gun, then took out rosary beads and a flask of holy water. Sabrina hopped out and walked over. He started looking around and saw a tank on the roof. Sabrina looked up and saw it too.
"Great idea." He looked at her. "Assuming you're thinking the same thing I am." He held up the flask and she nodded. They jogged along an alley, stopping to check the pipes that ran along its walls and then continuing.
MONICA'S HOUSE.
Sam and Dean sat in the Impala, the Colt between them. They watched through the window as Monica and her husband finished dinner.
"Maybe we could tell em it was a gas leak. Might get em out of the house for a few hours." Sam said.
"Yeah and how many times has that actually worked for us?" Dean asked
"Yeah." He thought some more. "We could always tell em the truth." Dean just looked at Sam for a long moment, one eyebrow raised.
"Nah!" They both said.
"I know I know. I just...with what's coming for these folks..." Sam said.
"Sam we only got one move and you know it, all right? We gotta wait for that demon to show itself and then we get it before it gets them." They both looked back at the house for a while.
"I wonder how Dad's doing."
"I'd feel a lot better if we were there backing him up."
"I'd feel a lot better if he were here backing us up." They kept watching the house.
WAREHOUSE.
John and Sabrina were standing on the roof next to the tank. Meg appeared in the foreground. She slowly looked around then up at the water tank. They weren't there. She moved inside. John was behind the tank. He checked the coast was clear, then climbed the ladder. He opened the lid, held the rosary up, spoke in Latin and dropped the rosary into the water.
MONICA'S HOUSE
"This is weird." Sam said.
"What?"
"After all of these years we're finally here. It doesn't seem real."
"We just gotta keep our heads and do our job, like always."
"Yeah but this isn't like always."
"True."
"Dean...ah...I wanna thank you."
"For what?"
"For everything. You've always had my back you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone I could always count on you. And ah...I don't know I just wanted to let you know, Just in case-"
"Whoa whoa whoa, are you kidding me?"
"What?"
"Don't say just in case something happens to you. I don't wanna hear that freaking speech man. Nobody's dying tonight. Not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, you understand me?"
WAREHOUSE.
Meg stood in the middle of the room. She heard a creak a turned. John and Sabrina were walking towards her. They stopped a few feet away.
"John, Sabrina, you made it. Too bad really, I was hoping to kill more of your friends."
"Sorry to disappoint."
"I can see where you boys get their good looks. Though I must admit, considering what they say about you I thought you'd be...taller." John just stared at her. "Well aren't you the chatty one. You wanna get to business? Fine. Why don't you just hand over the gun."
"If I give you the gun, how do we get out of here?"
"If you're as good as they say you are I'm sure you'll figure something out."
"Maybe I'll just shoot you."
"You wanna shoot me baby? Go ahead. There's more where I came from." Another demon, a guy, walked out of the shadows.
"Who the hell's that?"
"He's not nearly as much fun as I am I can tell you that. So I suggest you give us the gun." John stared at the other demon for a long moment, then back at Meg. "Now!" John handed over the gun to Meg, butt first. She checked it out. "This is the colt?" John nodded. "What do you think?" She asked handing the gun to the other demon. The other demon looked at it, pointed it at the ceiling, cocked it... and shot Meg in the chest. "You shot me! I can't believe you just shot me!" She said staggering back, grabbing at the wound.
"It's a fake." The other demon said looking at John. He threw the gun away. Meg also turned to look at John. "You're dead John. Your boys are dead; you too Sabrina." Meg said.
"I've never used the gun." John said as he and Sabrina backed up. "How could I know it wouldn't work?"
"I'm so not in the mood for this. I've just been shot." She said walking over.
"Well then I guess you're lucky the gun wasn't real."
"That's funny John. We're going to strip the skin from your bones but that was funny." A noise of gas escaping distracted Meg for a split second and John and Sabrina ran into the other room, locking the door and going down a hatch into the alley they were in earlier, lined with pipes. Meg and the other demon kicked open the door and follow. John and Sabrina reached the other end and turned on a tap. Water started gushing over the floor. The other demon, now in front of Meg, paused, then continued. As he walked through the water his feet begin steaming and he jumped backwards, yelling.
"Holy water John. Real cute." Meg said and John and Sabrina took off.
OUTSIDE MONICA'S HOUSE.
"Dad's not answering and neither is Sabrina." Dean said holding the phone to his ear.
"Maybe Meg was late. Maybe cell reception's bad."
"Yeah well." The radio started chattering with static.
"Dean wait, Listen." Sam said. Sam rolled the dial on the radio, hearing more static come and go. The wind picked up and the lights in the house flickered. Dean turned to look at Sam. "It's coming." They jumped out of the car.
WAREHOUSE.
John and Sabrina made it back to his truck to find all the tires slashed.
"Damn it." They ran around the side of the building.
MONICA'S HOUSE
Dean used a card to slide the lock on the front door open and they entered silently. As they approached the lounge, Sam first, Dean was confronted by Monica's husband. He swung a bat at Dean's head and missed, smashing a lamp.
"Get out of my house!" Dean quickly closed in and grappled with him, grabbing the bat. "Get out of my house!"
"Please please. Mr. Holden please." Sam said. Dean easily took control, swinging him against the wall and holding the bat across his throat.
"Be quiet and listen to me. Be quiet and listen. We are trying to help you." Dean said sharply.
"Charlie? Is everything okay?" Monica called from upstairs.
"Monica get the baby!" Her husband yelled.
"Don't go in the nursery!" Sam yelled at the same time.
"You stay away from her!" He struggled to get away from Dean. Dean backhanded him, knocking him unconscious, and put him over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.
UPSTAIRS
Monica, in her nightgown as she was in Sam's vision, pushed the door to the nursery open. A dark figure stood over Rosie's cot.
"What are you..." The figure raised his hand and Monica was flung back against the wall. Sam raced up the stairs and along the corridor as Monica slid up the wall and onto the ceiling. He entered the room and the dark figure turned to him, yellow eyes shining. Sam hesitated, frozen and staring. "Rosie!" Sam raised the Colt and pulled the trigger. The demon disappeared into smoke. Monica, screaming, fell to the floor.
"Where the hell did it go!" Sam shouted.
"My baby!" Monica stood, trying to move toward the cot, and was caught by Sam. "My baby!
"No wait!" Sam said.
"MY BABY!" She screamed fighting Sam.
"Take her and go!" Dean yelled running past them to the cot.
"Rosie!"
"Come on." Sam said.
"My baby!"
"Dean's got her." Sam said forcing her out of the room. Dean quickly wrapped the blankets around the baby and pulled her up as the cot exploded into flame. He raced out of the room.
WAREHOUSE.
John and Sabrina ran down a dead end and stopped, looking around and gasping for breath. John grabbed for his phone but as he raised it he was flung against the wall, losing his grip on the phone. He hit the wall, groaning in pain. The male demon appeared as John began to slide up the wall and stood in front of him, smiling. Sabrina gasped and stared at the demon. He grinned at her before sending her flying. She hit the wall and screamed in pain. The demon's eyes widened and he let her drop. She hit the ground and didn't move. John looked over wide eyed. The demon scoffed.
"You little bitch." Meg walked into view. She looked at Sabrina and stared. She walked over quickly and picked her up making them face to face. Sabrina opened her eyes, her normally blue irises purple.
"Aya?" Meg looked utterly confused.
"Hey Meg." She spat.
MONICA'S HOUSE.
The nursery window exploded outwards, flames shooting out. Monica, guided by Sam, appeared in a smoke filled doorway. Both were coughing. Her husband staggered up from where he was lying on the grass.
"You get away from my family."
"No Charlie don't. They saved us." Monica said. Dean ran out to join them, holding the baby. She started to cry. "I mean they saved us." Monica took the baby from Dean and her husband put his arms around both of them. "Thank you." She said to them. Devastated, Sam and Dean turned back to the burning house. The demon was silhouetted in the burning nursery, standing completely still.
"It's still in there!" Sam said going to go back.
"Sam. Sam, no." Dean said grabbing him.
"Dean let me go, it's still in there." Sam struggled against him.
"No. It's burning to the ground, it's suicide."
"I don't care." Sam yelled.
"I do!" They both looked back up as the flames rose again and the demon disappeared.
MOTEL ROOM.
Dean paced while holding the phone to his ear, listening to it ring out. Sam sat on the bed.
"Come on Dad, answer your phone damn it." Dean said frustrated. He hung up. "Something's wrong." Sam stared at the wall, giving great bitchface. "You hear me? Something's wrong."
"If you had just let me go in there, I coulda ended all this."
"Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life."
"You don't know that." Dean walked to the bed.
"So what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?"
"Yeah." Sam said standing up. "Yeah you're damn right I am."
"Well that's not going to happen, not as long as I'm around."
"What the hell are you talking about Dean, we've been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only thing we've ever cared about."
"Sam I wanna waste it. I do. Okay? But it's not worth dying over."
"What?"
"I mean it. If hunting this demon means getting yourself killed then I hope we never find the damn thing."
"That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom."
"You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone, and they're never coming back." Sam totally lost it, grabbed Dean and shoved him hard against the wall.
"Don't you say that, not you! Not after all this don't you say that."
"Sam look." Dean said quietly. The four of us...that's all we have...and it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together man...and without you or Dad..."
"Dad." Sam said upset.
Sam let go and turned away, walking across the room. Dean stayed where he was, taking deep breaths.
"He should have called by now. Try him again." Sam said with tears in his eyes. Dean raised his phone.
UNKNOWN
John's phone sat on a bench, ringing. Meg wandered over and picked it up. She looked at the screen, smiled to herself and answers.
"You boys really screwed up this time."
"Where are they?" Dean growled.
"You're never going to see your father or your little girlfriend again."
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