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Chapter Twenty: Voice
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked. He didn't need to look up to know that it was the woman that had been following them for nearly a month.
"Doesn't matter," the voice said. "You need to listen to me though."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because you're entire future depends on it." It sounded a lot like a threat the way she said it.
Dean didn't say a word; he wasn't really sure how to respond, so he didn't, he just let the seemingly mad woman talk.
"I know what he told you," she said. "How you can save your brother…"
At that, Dean jerked his head up and looked her in the eyes.
"How the hell do you know about that?"
"Not now," she shushed. "Right now you need to listen to me when I tell you: don't do it."
"Was he lying?" Dean asked, figuring he might as well go along with this madness for a while, see where it led.
"No," she said. "Draining the blood of a fallen angel will most likely be enough to free your Sam. But that doesn't mean you should do it."
Dean was silently looking at his shoes, clearly not as sure.
"Are you seriously considering it!" the woman exclaimed.
Dean didn't respond.
"You promised him you wouldn't go poking at his cage," she said.
"I also promised him I'd be with Lisa. I'm not with her, am I?" Dean replied, not even questioning how she knew that.
"You promised him you'd be happy, and you are! And you're considering giving that up?"
Dean was quiet a moment longer. "It's Sammy," he said. The woman pretended not to notice that tears were falling freely down Dean's face now.
"If you do this, you will regret it for the rest of your life," she told him. "Believe me."
She stood up and began to walk away, then turned back to him just long enough to say "The sasquatch will find another way out," before disappearing completely.
Dean looked up at the spot she'd just been standing, wiped away his years, and went back to the motel room.
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