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He hated this town. This was where he had spent most of his childhood being flitted back and forth between a bunch of people who only took him for the monthly check and very rarely for any other reason. He had swore to himself that he would never came back there, but here he was driving into Lawrence. At least he had something he hadn't had as a child, his brother. Dean's eyes scanned Sam's form for anxiety or hesitation, but he was looking down at something and sort of hunching his body over it. Since they were in a populated enough area, it wouldn't be terribly safe to take his eyes off the road for long enough to see what it was.
Dean made sure to keep his eyes on the road so that they didn't look over the street, and stores that were familiar from when he had grown up here. He couldn't believe that they were heading towards their house. The home that the two of them had grown up in until Azazel had ruined everything.
Dean focused intently on the road trying to stop thinking about what was to come and what had happened the last time he had been in this town. Trying to forget the memories of what had happened afterward. Trying to forget all the foster homes that hadn't cared about him. Trying to forget all the kids that had picked on him until he had learned how to stand up for himself. There were too many damn memories in this damn town. There was the school that Dean had gone to for a few years where no one much had talked to him... Dean shook his head and focused again on the road to block out all the memories he didn't want to think about. He did this until he stopped in front of the house.
The fire hadn't completely burnt the place down, it had mostly been in the nursery where Sam had been. He knew that because when he was a teen he had been curious about the fire and had found out as much as he could about it. Still he didn't like being there since the yard and the outside of the house looked pretty much the same. He looked at the tree he had tried to climb few times, but he had been kind of small and the branches had started too high. Most of his attempts had ended not long after they had started.
Sam opened his car door but Dean's body was frozen. He didn't want to go , there was bound to be more memories that he didn't really want to remember.
"Dean?" Sam asked and Dean tried to school his feature so that his panic wasn't obvious.
"Dean this is our chance." Sam said. Right, Dean nodded, it was their chance to get Azazel, to know where he was going to be so long as Azazel wasn't setting a trap for them. He could do this, he was a bad ass hunter, he could go in there and get this done. Dean managed to get his legs out of the Impala and after a moment the rest of his body followed. He was glad that Sam didn't say anything as they made their way to the front door of what used to be their house. Sam nodded at him and disappeared around the side as Dean waited for the door to be answered.
The door was answered a few moments later by a very nice and hot looking woman. This was business not pleasure though and she had two kids, not to mention that he was going to be saving her child tonight. All of this was assuming that she had one and this wasn't part of the trap. Trying to save a child that had never been in danger and putting themselves at risk was a real worry of his. Talking to the hot woman also served a dual purpose of occupying the woman while Sam snuck into the nursery and planted a spell so that they would know if or when Azazel made his appearance they would know right away. Dean used his own charm to keep the woman occupied and found that the woman did in fact have a baby, that seemed to line up with Sam's vision and from the other information they had gathered about the demon over the years. A child that was turning six months old that night. At least that part wasn't false even if everything else was. Dean kept the woman busy until he saw Sam head come out from the side of the house, Dean wrapped up the conversation.
Dean made his way back to the car first and Sam followed a few minutes later.
"You do it?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, the moment that Azazel steps into the nursery we'll know." Dean's eyes flicked to the house to where there was soon going to be an innocent family sleeping. Even though not everyone who encountered the demon this way had a family member die, there was enough of the cases for Dean to want to make sure that nothing happened to the nice woman who he had just talked to. The nice woman who had no idea about monster and demons and things that went bump in the dark. Hopefully, even if he couldn't save her from knowing about them he could save her from loss.
"Good." Dean said and put the car in drive.
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