"Remind me to never read my kid fairy tales," Dean said, as he and Sam locked up for the night.
It was mid-October, and the trio was in Maple Springs, NY. After a re-inactment of the "Three Little Pigs" and "Hansel and Gretel," they arrived in town to stop "Little Red Riding Hood", "Cinderella," and "Snow White" form having unhappy endings. When Marisa learned that Hansel and Gretel was once again repeated, she decided to stay behind in the motel.
"After this, I don't think I want to hear about another fairy tale," Sam said, as he pulled the curtains shut.
Marisa was asleep in bed, after demanding that the boys tell her about the case. Upset that she missed it, she was also glad to lay around and do nothing all day. Dean climbed into bed, careful to wake her, and sighed.
At two o'clock on the dot, Sam quietly got dressed and took the Colt out of Dean's bag. Sitting down on his bed, he glanced at his brother and best friend as they slept. He knew what he had to do. It was the right thing. Not only was he going to save Dean from dying, he would also save Marisa from heartbreak and raising a child without a father. With a sigh, Sam stood up and grabbed the keys off the table and walked out of the room.
The next morning, Dean awoken to find Sammy gone. Looking to the clock on the night stand, he saw that it was half past nine. Marisa was laying on her side, snoring lightly. Dean chuckled and kissed her lightly on the forehead, before getting up to go to the bathroom. When he walked out, Marisa was now on her back, with one knee bent. She had one arm behind her head, and the other was clutching Dean's pillow to her chest.
"She took my pillow," he said, as he climbed back into bed.
Marisa shifted and yawned, before rolling back onto her side. It was hard now, to get in comfortable position for bed. No longer able to sleep on her stomach, she had find ways to keep her lower back from going numb in the middle of the night. Even though she tried, it never worked. Marisa would always wake up with either a stiff neck, or sore back. In the end, she would always beg Dean to rub the knots out.
As Dean mangaged to pull his pillow out from Marisa's grasp, the sound of the Impala could be heard. Dean sat up and frowned, wondering why Sam took the car. Seconds later, Sam was opening the door quietly, trying to sneak back into the room. He stepped in, oblivious to the fact that Dean was awake and sitting up, watching him. Sam shut the door and locked it, before turning around. He jumped back, when he saw Dean staring at him.
"Have fun?" Dean asked, quiet enough so that Marisa wouldn't wake up.
Sam dropped his bag on the floor and nodded, "Yeah," he said.
Walking over to his bag, Sam grabbed a pair of sweat pants and went into the bathroom, changing quickly. When he came back out, Dean was still sitting up.
"Where did you go?" Dean asked, as Sam climbed back into his bed.
"For a drive. I had to clear my head," he lied, and Dean nodded.
"At nine in the morning?" he asked, as Sam laid down.
"I woke up at six and couldn't go back to sleep, what the hell do you want from me?" Sam snapped, as Dean held his hands up.
"Sorry! Just leave a note next time, okay?" he asked, as Sam rolled his eyes.
Marisa began to stir, kicking her leg up in the air. "Shhhh," she hissed, before putting her leg back down.
Sam and Dean both looked at each other, before laughing silently. Marisa's rolled onto her other side, with her back facing Sam. Dean laid down and pulled his girlfriend closer to him, as she finally settled against his chest. As Sam laid in his own bed, he replayed the event that took place hours before. He'd killed the crossroads demon, afer informing him that she didn't hold the contract to Dean's life. That killing her wouldn't end the contract. She also said that her boss was very keen on keeping Dean's soul, and wouldn't let it go. But in a fit of rage, he shot her anyway. It may have been a stupid thing to do, but Sam couldn't fight the urge. He wanted to kill the demon for even taken Dean's life, and giving it to her boss.
With a sigh, he rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. Time would only tell, if what he did would lead him closer to saving Dean.
