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Chapter 49: Salvation Part 3
The ride back to the motel had been quiet. But it wasn't surprising. Sam had a headache, Dean was mad at me and I just didn't want to say anything that might get me smacked. When we got back to the motel everyone pretty much stayed on their own side of the room. Dean was on the bed cleaning his weapons, Sam was packing clothes and weapons into duffels and I was sitting at the kitchenette table going over the research John had left. This wasn't in one way good. If we were facing this demon tonight, we needed to communicate with one another.
"These packed?" I asked Sam, motioning to duffels on the bed. The sudden sound of talking seemed to startle him but he nodded. "I'll take them out to the car."
I lifted two out of the four bags onto my back. As I headed out the door and down to the car I heard the bed coils squeak and Dean mutter something to Sam. When I got down there and popped the trunk open I saw him come out of the room with the two other bags. My stomach was doing flip flops as I saw him approach me.
He threw the bags into the back, overtop of mine and I shut the trunk as he adjusted his brown polo.
"Thanks." I muttered.
"How's your jaw?" He asked quietly, playing with the sleeves of his shirt.
"Sore, but I deserved it." I was opening the conversation for him but he wasn't taking it. "I'm sorry I put you in the middle like that. I should have never opened my mouth."
"I almost hit him Andy. I was going to." His voice with weighed, like he wanted to me to know the gravity of the situation I put him in.
"I'm sorry." I said again. I didn't know how to make it better. "If I could take it back…"
"You wouldn't." He almost let out a laugh but rubbed the back of his neck instead. "It's not who are, plus, you were right."
"Why do I feel like its one of those times I wished I was wrong?" I asked him quietly and looked at my shoes.
He was coming closer to me because his shoes were almost hitting mine. It was a small invitation to get me to look up at him, especially when he gently nudged my foot with his.
"Hey…" He raised my chin with his hand and rubbed his fingers gently along the healing bruise. "Ya know, it's all or nothing tonight…"
I nodded. "I know, it's the fight we've been waiting for. You scared?"
Dean shook his head no, but you wouldn't believe what you could read in someone's eyes when you got to know them. "Are you?" He asked curiously.
I nodded. "Yeah, a little bit. But I'll tell you one thing; I'd rather be here with you guys than anywhere else."
Dean smiled slowly, touched. He brought my lips closer to his and left gentle kisses there. "Sure you wouldn't rather be at that special sex place you won't tell me about?"
I giggled, pushing him off me, causing him to laugh as well. "Ass."
"You know what I've noticed? You seem to be really fixated with my ass sometimes." I smirked and hugged him around his waist. "I'm serious. There has to be some twelve step group you can join that could help you with that."
"You don't like me obsessing about your ass…or…" I rubbed the muscles around his chest and stroked the skin along his waist line. "Any other part for that matter?"
Dean looked ready to swallow his words. "Well, ya know, first step is admitting it…"
I smiled and pulled his face down to kiss him. His arms curled around my waist, pushing against my skin. Everywhere his hands pressed felt like a pressure point because it was making me jerk and moan ever so slightly against him. He was emitting low growls against my mouth and it made it sound like he was purring.
"Why am I not surprised you two are out here doing this?" Sam asked approaching the car. Dean and I pulled away, smiling at him. "Any three and half minutes you're alone you start groping each other."
"I think that's a record." I joked looking at Dean.
He smirked, squeezing me around the waist. "So how long do we have until we get to Monica's?" Dean asked Sam.
Sam handed me the keys to the car and Dean tried reaching over and grabbing them from me. He almost resorted to tickling and I quickly pulled away and got in the drivers seat.
Sam checked his watch. "Bout five hours. It happens at night."
"So you know where we're heading right?" I asked them, sticking my head out the window. They looked at me confused. "A bar."
Dean grinned at Sam and got in the passenger seat as Sam crawled in the back. Time for a little old fashion fun with my guys.
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"Do you know where you're going?" Dean asked me as I pulled onto the highway.
"I saw a bar as we entered Salvation. It was on the side of the road a few miles out." I looked back at Sam through the rearview mirror. "Don't worry, it's not far away enough that we'll miss our rendezvous of stalking Monica's house or anything."
Sam smiled half-heartedly. "Good to know."
Dean and Sam looked sullen as I drove to the bar. I understood that, but if this was the last hunt, for whatever reason, they needed to live in the moment a little bit. I popped in one of my cassette tapes and was waiting for one of them to stop me. Dean started looking confused when I rolled down my window and tried fast forwarding to a certain song.
Realization dawned on his features and I grinned at him as Edwin McCain's song 'I'll Be' tuned to life and blasted through the small speakers in the Impala.
"Oh no…" Dean groaned, glancing back at Sam for help.
Sam smiled at me and shrugged at Dean. "Don't look at me, she's your girlfriend."
I listened for a moment, trying to figure out what part of the song it was at.
Emeralds
from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the
trappings of love…
"I'm glad you know the words, Andy." Dean said smiling and I shoved him.
"I do, shut up." I giggled and figured out where the hell the song was. "I'll be captivated; I'll hang from your lips, instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above!"
I turned the song up and found that Dean and Sam couldn't resist smiling now. "Come on, I know you two know the words." Dean shook his head incessantly and Sam just laughed.
"I hope you're enjoying this." Dean said over the music. "Because I'm pretty sure I'm losing the hearing in my right ear."
He turned down the music as we approached the bar and I continued singing even though he popped out my cassette tape.
And
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll
be the greatest fan of your life…
Dean finally took off his seatbelt as I pulled into the parking lot and pushed his lips on mine, drowning out my singing. I giggled against him lips and I could see Sam smiling in the backseat.
"What?" I asked pulling back from him. "My singing was that bad?"
I got out of the car and suddenly both of them rounded it, pulling me against them and into one big hug. I felt like I was fifteen, on that little bed in the room I'd never see again.
"Thanks Andy." Dean said, kissing my head.
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"Am I buying?" I asked as we approached the bar.
Dean shrugged. "I see it as since you're the one trying to cheer us up and all…"
Sam smiled. "Yeah, I see that as fair."
I rolled my eyes and pushed them both to get a table. "Of course you do…"
I turned back to the bar and tried to get the bartenders attention, which is just about as good as waving your hand in front of a blind person.
"You might have to flash your bra." Someone said next to me.
I turned, praying to God I heard him wrong. "Excuse me?"
He was clean cut and had bright sky blue eyes. He must have been having a bad day to end up in a crummy bar like this with what looked like a seven hundred dollar suit on.
"To get the bartenders attention? Flash of lace?" He had a strong accent as well, I wanted to say it was British but I wasn't quite sure. "Only pulling your strings, sweetheart. But since you're not laughing I'll offer my hand instead." He stuck out his hand and smiled. "I'm Paul."
I was highly not interested but I stuck out my hand to be polite. "Andy."
"You aware you have a lad's name there?"
I almost laughed at the rudeness but as I looked at him, he wasn't being rude, just bluntly obvious. "My full name is Andrea." And why was I bothering to tell him this?
He smiled slowly, taking a drink from his beer. My cheeks slowly spread with rose embarrassment. Right, he could deduct that my full name was Andrea from the nickname. I could tell he was enjoying my discomfort as well.
"Why don't I stop embarrassing you and grab the bartender, eh?"
I nodded and ran a hand over my face as he whistled to grab the bartender's attention. He pointed to me and I smiled slightly in thanks.
"Can I get two Miller's and one of those Shirley temples with vodka please?"
The bartender nodded and went off to the fix the drinks. "Three drinks all for you?" He asked me. He didn't look at me as he talked and it, for some reason, intrigued me.
"No, I'm here with those two." I said pointing to where Sam and Dean were playing darts.
"You live here or visiting?"
I leaned sideways on the bar; I wished the drinks would hurry up. "What's with the twenty question dissertation?"
He raised his eyebrows at me and turned in his seat to face me. "No need to snap, crackle and pop all at once, love."
"I didn't…" Why was he making me so flustered all of a sudden?
"You want to ask me a question instead?" He was really starting to make me feel uncomfortable and I glanced at Dean. He was laughing with Sam and he caught me stare.
"You okay?" He mouthed.
"So go head, ask me twenty questions." Paul said, suddenly getting very close. He looked like he could leak alcohol the smell was so strong on him. "Come on pet, don't have all day here."
I swallowed. "Where are those drinks?" I asked, turning to look around the bar.
"Well, you see. The bartender down there…" He motioned farther down the bar. "Is flirting with a pretty regular trollip and has forgotten all out your request."
I followed his motion and he was right. The guy was basically bending over the bar to see down a woman's top. I rolled my eyes; perfect.
"How bout another?" He asked, reaching out to touch my arm.
"How bout you sober up?" I asked as I pulled my arm out of his reach.
"Everything okay here?" Dean asked as he approached the bar, right between me and Paul.
I glanced back at Sam and he wasn't far behind. He came up and stood behind me. Guy shouldn't have tried to touch me; it was like raging a silent war. Now I would have to literally drag Sam and Dean out of there. I inwardly groaned; today was supposed to be a fun time. To get everyone's mind off the upcoming night. Why couldn't' things just ever fall into place like they were supposed to?
"Fine, mate." Paul bit out, speaking into his beer as he took another sip.
"Andy?" Dean asked me.
I just looked at him and nodded. "Yeah, everything's fine." He looked like he was unconvinced but I didn't want to fight with anyone. "Really, it's okay." I said touching Dean's forearm. "Paul here just had too much to drink."
"Maybe if your girl wasn't such a tease…" Paul said sloppily.
Dean turned slowly and I looked back at Sam for help. Sam approached Dean and pulled on him. "Come on man, punching in a drunken guy's face is cheating, you know that. Let's just go."
I nodded and hopped off the bar stool as Sam took Dean outside. Dean shrugged Sam off as we approached the car. I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face.
"Remember the last time something like that happened?" I asked them.
Dean chuckled, even though he sounded angry. "Yeah, slammed that one guy right into the bar stool."
"Broke his nose." I said remembering.
"Yeah, let's not recap." Sam said grimly and opened the car door.
The bar door's suddenly banged open and Paul came staggering out. "Andy!" he screamed.
Dean was gripping the car door so tight his knuckles were turning white. "This guy is going to end up with a broken face…" He swore.
"Let's just get in the car." I said.
"I got a message for you!" Paul continued, getting closer to the car. "From Jason!"
I stopped short, looking at Dean and Sam with wide eyes. They seemed to be sharing the same shocked moment. I turned to Paul to catch the wide grin on his face and his eyes turning a solid black.
"He said he's sorry going to miss it."
"Miss what?" I asked, my voice breaking in odd places.
Paul chuckled, it sounded dark and crackly; like the beginning of a thunder storm. "The look on your face when the demon rips Sam and Dean's hearts out right in front of you."
"Son of a bitch!" Dean swore, making an action to run towards him. I pulled him back as Sam suddenly pulled something out of his pocket. It was Holy Water. He splashed Paul with it over four times. Paul screamed and moaned as the water hit him, making his skin shake and steam.
"Come on!" I screamed, getting into the car. Sam continued to splash him as I got in and started the car. "Sam!"
He jumped in and I pulled away from a collapsing Paul. He fell to his knees and a black smoke rose out of his throat and into the sky and for a moment I thought it was following us. But as soon as it hit a certain peak in the sky it swarmed towards the ground and crashed into the pavement, going through it.
I checked the review mirror as we drove farther away from the bar. Paul's body was still on the concrete, unmoving.
"You think he's dead?" I asked Sam and Dean.
Sam shrugged, putting the Holy Water back in his pocket. "I don't know."
"Let's not stick around long enough to find out, peddle it." Dean told me.
I stepped on the gas and sped off the highway and back into Salvation housing areas. I pulled near the train tracks and parked. It wasn't that far away from Monica's, you could see the house past some trees. But it was still at least an hour until it got dark and even then, who knew how long we'd be waiting.
The car was quiet for a moment as I took the keys out. "Why is it, every time we go to a bar something happens?"
Sam chuckled. "Yeah, a guy hits on you and turns out to be demon."
"Or just a regular sleaze ball." I added.
"Met Meg at a bar." Dean said suddenly.
"Got kidnapped by a bunch of hillbillies."
I laughed at Sam's add and wracked my head for other occurrences. "We also can't have breakfast at a diner without Dean spilling Holy Water on the waitress or threatening the waiter for flirting with me."
Dean started laughing slowly. "That's true."
"We should never talk to people outside our motel room." I said finally making both of them laugh. "It's just better that way."
"No one would get slammed with a bar stool." Sam said.
"Or drowned with Holy Water." I giggled.
"Why do I have a feeling that this is all my fault?" Dean asked, turning to look at the both of us.
Sam and I just looked at each other and broke out in a fit of giggles and Dean rolled his eyes, but I could tell he was just trying not to laugh himself.
This was good. At least we were all together, and we were laughing.
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It was officially a few hours past eight and I could tell both of the Winchesters were getting antsy. We'd been playing around with Impala Bingo and Hunting ABC for the past few hours but eventually everyone tapered off onto other things. Sam was rummaging through weapons in the trunk looking for things he could use for the fight and Dean and I, for some reason, were working on my fighting skills.
He insisted I learn a little more than a kick to the groin and a punch to the face to defend myself.
"Okay…" Dean said, grabbing me around my waist from behind. "What do you do?"
"Other than resist the need to kiss you?" I asked smiling.
He stopped the smile playing over his face and shook me slightly. "Seriously, come on. What do you do?"
I sighed, thinking. I brought my elbow up slowly to demonstrate what I thought I could do. I moved it towards his face and it hit right along his cheekbone.
He nodded. "You could do that. But remember, I could always…" He grabbed my elbow and twisted it slightly, turning me foreword. I was smack up against his chest and he had my arm around my back. "Do that."
I smiled slightly. He was smug. "Right, but now… I can do this."
I brought my knee up and shifted along his groin. It didn't hurt him but it created some other type of movement. He laughed slightly. "Andy, you're trying to take down your attacker…not arouse him."
I smirked. "Well obviously, if you were attacking, I'd make it hurt."
I moved my knee again in the same direction but this time with a little more push. He pulled back before I could do the real damage and he got the point. "Ah, okay. Now… what if…" He brought his hand up to my neck and wrapped his finger around me. "I had you here?"
I brought my one arm up and pushed down on his arm, making his elbow bend. He nodded. "Good. Then bring your other one up and push it towards my face…" He took my other hand and brought it towards his face. "You can break my nose if you hit it the right way."
I nodded. "Can we do this at a quicker pace?"
"Promise not to break my nose?" He asked smiling.
I smiled and shrugged. He suddenly came out of no where, pouncing on me like I was prey. He pushed me against the car and had his hand around my neck. I could see Sam was peeking his head around the trunk to see what was going on and to watch.
It startled me a moment and I could tell Dean wasn't about to let up his grip, so I did it like he showed me. I brought my one arm up and slammed it into his, making his elbow bend. I took my other one and brought it up to his face. Before I could actually hurt him with my fist I moved my leg instead and brought it behind his knees. I pushed and knocked him off balance, making him fall back on his ass instead.
He chucked on the ground and felt his backside for a moment. "Okay, ow."
"Nice one." Sam said smiling.
I shrugged, pulling him up from the ground. "Least I didn't break your nose."
"Yeah, but you did manage to hurt my ass." Dean said and grimaced.
"Must be all that ego weighing you down." Sam said.
Dean turned and glared at him. "Turn around; you've got mud on you." I said and he turned.
I brushed the mud off his pants and jacket and he turned around quickly, grabbing my hands. For a moment I thought had done something wrong but he just smiled and I rolled my eyes. "Remember the thing I said about the obsession with my ass?"
I grinned. "Now, how do I get out of this one?" I asked, watching him lock his hands around mine.
"Oh, very simple." He said smiling and brought his face closer to mine. "You don't."
He kissed me gently on the lips and eventually let my hands go so I could bring my arms up around his neck. He put his own arms around my waist and lifted me so my legs were now tightly around him.
Sam let out a breath between his lips and I could literally hear the eye roll, but I knew he was smiling slightly.
I was pushing my lips desperately harder against his and he brought his hand up to hold my head as we backed up against the car. Was the car door already open? My eyes weren't open and I could feel Dean shift backwards and suddenly we were lying down on the inside of the car.
I sat up and smiled at him as I stroked his face. "I love you." I said softly.
He sat up on his elbows and pulled my face back down on him. "I love you too." He said against my lips.
It was nearing Midnight.
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"Maybe we can tell them there's a gas leak. Might get 'em out of the house for a few hours." Sam said hopeful, glancing at Monica's house. It had been quiet the whole time we had been there and I was starting to fall asleep against Dean's chest in the back seat.
"Yeah, and how many times has that actually worked for us?" Dean asked and Sam said nothing, most likely defeated.
"Could always tell 'em the truth." Sam said slowly and I raised my eyebrows at that.
"They'll call the feds out on us for that one."
"Or a Phyc ward." Dean said thoughtfully. "Sam, we've only got one move, and you know it, all right? We've got to wait for that demon to show itself, and then we get it before it gets them."
It was like a very dangerous game of tag and shifted myself on Dean's chest, holding him around his waist. He kissed me on my forehead and continued to look out the window.
"I wonder how Dad's doing." Sam said suddenly. John hadn't been mentioned since he had left.
"I'd feel a lot better if we were there backin' him up." Dean said softly and I rubbed the sides of his waist tenderly.
"I'd feel a lot better if he were here backin' us up." I said and Sam nodded.
I yawned loudly. "What time is it?" I asked Sam.
He checked his watch and sighed. "Nearing three."
Dean stroked my hair. "I know you're tired, but you can't go to sleep alright?"
I nodded and sat up off of him, stretching. "I know. We have energy drinks in the trunk right?"
Sam nodded. "I think so."
I opened the car door. "Anyone want one?" I asked them both and they nodded. "Okay, three battery acid filled energy drinks coming up."
Dean smiled slightly as I closed the door. Honestly, I think I was overly too worried and anxious to actually fall asleep. Not that Dean's arms weren't comforting but this fight was huge and who knew what could be lost tonight. I wished for Dean and Sam that their father was here and I wished for mine. I wasn't much of a prayer, what could God do when evil seemed to suffocate anything that was good, but I prayed for us.
I got back in the car and handed their drinks to them.
"This is weird." Sam said, popping his can open.
"What?" I asked.
"After all these years, we're finally here. It doesn't seem real."
"I was almost thinking the exact same thing." I said, taking a sip at the energy drink. I wrinkled my nose at the taste but took a huge gulp anyway. These things always tasted like battery acid and melted down candy.
"We just got to keep our heads and do our job like always." Dean said, trying to be hardass both Sam and I knew he wasn't.
"Yeah, but this isn't like always." I said slowly, trying to get a reaction from him. He didn't give me one though, just continued to look out the window.
I nudged his shoulder with my own and he raised his eyebrows at me as he turned. I gave him a soft smile, to be comforting and he smiled as well, giving me a small kiss.
"Dean, uh…" Dean turned to look at Sam. "I wanna thank you."
Dean looked at him confused. "For what?"
"For everything. You've always had my back, you know? I just wanted to let you know—just in case." Sam sputtered out.
No, we were not going to do this. No one was saying goodbye, not while I was in the damn car. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you kiddin' me?" I asked, a bit miffed.
"What?" Sam turned around to look at us.
"Don't say, "Just in case somethin' happens to you", I don't wanna hear that freakin' speech, man. Nobody's dyin' tonight." Dean swore. "Not us, not that family, nobody—except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't gettin' any older than tonight, you understand me?"
Sam nodded meekly and muttered something.
"What was that?" I asked him.
"Jerk." He replied louder.
"Whiner." I said, even though he hadn't been talking to me.
"Brat." Dean concluded.
"Bitch." I called him.
Sam started laughing and I smiled slightly, shaking my head and sipping the battery acid. Dean chuckled and pulled me close to him, almost spilling the drink.
He caught my lips in his and kissed softly. I ran my one hand over his cheek as I kissed him, like I would suddenly forget what he looked like if I didn't follow the contour of his face.
He pulled away and looked at me slowly. He knew what I was doing but didn't say anything out loud about it. He just gave me a knowing look and kissed my shoulder, rubbing his nose over the spot his lips touched.
Sam pulled out his cell phone, I'm guessing to call his dad. "Dad's not answering." He said quietly, shutting it.
I shrugged. "Maybe Meg was late. Maybe cell reception's bad." I said optimistically, even though I felt the farthest from feeling that way.
Dean was about to say something when the car radio suddenly turned on, full of static.
"Listen." Sam said, trying to tune the radio but the reception was completely gone. The leaves outside began to blow around and the lights in the houses began to flicker rapidly. "It's coming." Sam said frantically.
We all hurried out the car, grabbing weapons. Sam had the Colt in his pocket and Dean and I had Holy Water, even though we had a feeling it wouldn't do any good.
This was it. I wished for some reason that I would have made an effort to tell these two how much they meant to me, just in case. Because I never got to tell my father.
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Dean picked the lock and we entered the house quietly and carefully. But the flickering lights and movement from outside had alarmed Monica's husband and he had been walking around his house. So when we rounded the corner he attacked us with a baseball bat, screaming for Monica to grab the baby.
Dean quickly pinned him against the wall while Sam tried to reason with him but he just continued to holler for Monica to run and grab Rosie.
"No, don't go in the nursery!" Sam screamed following Monica upstairs. I followed Sam while Monica's husband screamed for us to stay away from her.
We rounded the stairs and ran into the nursery. I'm guessing Sam's vision was coming true because Monica was pinned to the wall and the demon turned to look at us. Sam shot at the damn thing with the Colt but it dissolved in a cloud of black smoke. When it disappeared Monica sank to the ground.
"Where the hell did it go?" Sam asked me and I helped Monica to her feet and started rushing her out of there as Dean rounded the corner.
I heard him yell to Sam to come on and suddenly Monica screamed about her baby. I rushed her down the stairs nonetheless. "Dean's got her." I promised.
The bedroom window exploded from fire starting up in the nursery just as Monica and I ran from the house. It sent debris and glass everywhere and it showered on Sam and Dean as they ran out.
"You get away from my family!" Her husband screamed at us.
"Charlie, don't! They saved us." Monica said, taking Rosie from Dean. Dean nodded at her as he handed the baby over. "They saved us." She said, crying and kissing her baby.
Charlie just looked at us slowly and nodded. "Thank you."
We all turned to look at the nursery and I could literally feel Sam's widen as we saw the silhouette of the demon through the broken window.
Sam was starting to run towards the front door. "It's still in there." He seethed.
I came in front of him to stop him. "Sam, no!"
Sam was wrenching me off of him and Dean stepped foreword and pulled him off of me, using more force to push him away from the house.
"Dean, let me go! It's still in there!"
"Burning to the ground—it's suicide!" Dean spat at him.
"I don't care!" Sam bellowed, tears coming to his eyes as he looked to the window.
"We do!" I yelled, looking at Sam.
They let go of one another and the demon once more disappeared. Everyone was staring at each other angrily. Angry at each other; at our failure. But not one of us could be angry at the sight of Monica holding her baby and her husband kissing her forehead.
We didn't come out of this completely empty handed.
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The drive to the motel room was worse than before. Sam was in the back, kind of slinking into the corner of the car. He was upset and you could tell he was trying hard not to cry.
I sighed turning into the parking lot and parked the car. Sam got out first, slamming the door.
Dean winced as I pulled the keys out of the ignition. "He'll be okay." I said as I handed them to him.
He nodded and pocketed the keys. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. "You okay?" he asked me.
I nodded and kissed his cheek. "Peachy."
"Right…" He drawled as we got out of the car. "Feel like you need a drink and yet you kind of want to vomit at the thought?"
I turned and nodded at him and he put an arm over my shoulder as we made our way to the room. "Glad that's the general feeling tonight."
When I closed the motel door Dean tried calling his dad's cell repeatedly. When he didn't answer after the fifth call I was starting to get worried.
Dean was way past that point. "Come on, Dad. Answer your phone, damn it." He hung up and looked at Sam. "Something's wrong." Sam didn't answer him and just sat on the bed.
He needed to stop acting like he was freaking four. "Did you hear him?" I asked. "Something's happened."
"If you two had just let me go in there, I could have ended all this."
I rolled my eyes at this whole hero complex he seemed to have developed. "Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life."
"You don't know that."
"So, what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?" Dean asked, clearly pissed.
Sam stood, like that was challenging Dean or something. "Yeah. Yeah, you're damn right I am."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Well, that's not gonna happen—not as long as I'm around. If huntin' this demon means you gettin' yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing." Dean swore.
"That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom." Sam answered, infuriated that Dean was being so nonchalant about this whole thing.
I stood back and watched them both carefully. Dean just turned around and looked at Sam. "You said yourself once….that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never comin' back."
Suddenly, Sam snapped and grabbed Dean by the shirt, harshly pushing him against the wall.
"Hey!" I yelled, moving to get between them. "Sam stop!"
"Don't you say that!" Sam shouted, his voice betraying the fact that he sounded angry. He was close to breaking, you could hear it. "Don't you—not after all this, don't you say that!"
"Stop it, get off of him!" I said finally prying Sam off of Dean. I breathed heavily against Dean and he pushed me aside gently.
"Sammy, look….the four of us—that's all we have." Dean said emotionally. "And that's all I have." I grabbed Dean's hand and squeezed it. "Without you and Andy and Dad…"
Sam backed up and turned away from us. I wrapped an arm around Dean and kissed him gently on the cheek.
"Dad…" Sam said suddenly. "He should have called by now. Try him again."
Dean nodded and went to pick us his cell off the bed. He dialed John's number and let it ring. He looked hopeful for a moment and Sam and I guessed someone answered.
But Dean looked up at us, infuriated. "Where is he?"
You could hear Meg's voice even though the phone wasn't on speaker. "You're never gonna see your father again."
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