Vrskaandrea: Poor Sammy. His big brother has up and left him but he is resilient and we both know that when Sam has a mission nothing will stop him.
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Summer: So it was all your fault that we have been sucked into that story! 😡 I agree though, my Sam is much more caring when it comes to his brother.
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CHAPTER 59
Dean's POV...
Six days and counting...
Bobby was sitting next to her on the ninth step talking. Dean was only half listening, her mind was somewhere else. At that moment she wasn't actually thinking about the ritual Bobby had planned for later that week. No, she was thinking of the little Altoids tin wired high up under the seat of the Impala. Hidden away where no one could find it. Dean was mentally tallying up the cash hidden inside. She'd been stashing money in there for years, a lesson learned at a young age, a safe guard against times their father hadn't left enough cash to feed and house them or didn't return when expected. They'd had some luck on the tables lately, along with some poker games Sam didn't know about and a couple of paid jobs Bobby had secured them, there was at least a couple of thousand in there. It would have to be enough to begin with.
Four days to Go...
Dean did a mental check of the whereabouts of the others in the house. Bobby and Caleb has gone into town to pick up some supplies and Sam had said he was going to take a shower so she waited until she could hear the sound of the shower up stairs before slipping into Bobby's study. Hopefully Sam was washing his hair, that would buy her at least 15 minutes.
Dean knew exactly what book she needed and quickly took it from the shelf. Flicking through she found the pages she wanted and carefully began to copy out the sigils. The tell tale groaning of the pipes in the walls alerted her that Sam was out of the shower. Swearing softly she finished her meticulous work and tore off the sheets. She folded the papers and shoved them in her back pocket. Looking at the pad she tore of the top two pages and screwed them up, dropping them in the waste paper basket and kicking that under the desk. Closing the book, Dean returned it to the shelf noticing the scuff marks in the dusk. Having no option to remove them, unless she wanted to dust the whole room and that would look suspicious, she quickly repositioned a picture to hide the marks.
Returning to the desk she quickly jotted down some random car parts and removed the sheet of paper just as she heard Sam on the stairs. Walking around the desk she headed out the door and met Sam in the lounge. After a short exchange, using the phoney parts list as a diversion she managed to shake Sam and headed out to take the Impala out to the workshop.
The sigils were complicated and very detailed but, according to the book, also very powerful. Dean climbed under the car and copied them into the wheel arches, them on both front corners under the hood. She placed some inside and had just finished the ones in the trunk when she heard Caleb approaching.
He was excited for the ritual, making plans to hit the town and pick up chicks.
'If only he knew' she thought to herself.
Taking a small sip of her beer she placed it on the trunk of her beloved Impala and watched as it slid off, hitting the ground. She was less upset about it then she let on. Today was not the day for getting drunk with her oldest friend, in fact beer was bad. At the moment beer could get her into a whole lot of trouble. When she returned to the house she carried a plastic bag that she had put all their burner phones in and hid it in the back of the wardrobe.
Three days left...
Today was the day. It was now or never. Dean knew if she didn't go now she never would.
She made some excuse about cleaning the room to Sam so he wouldn't get suspicious when she didn't immediately join him down stairs. Sending a prayer to heaven that she had learned the most efficient and space saving ways to pack her bag she packed all her clean clothing, hiding her toiletries and shoes inside. Picking up her dirty clothing she placed them on top loosely and then dumped all Sams dirty laundry on that. Looking around to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything she left the room.
Sam was at the bottom of the stairs as Dean descended with her bag.
"What're you doing?" He asked.
"Laundry." She said picking up a handful of Sams dirty shirts and waving them in his face. "If I don't get it done today you'll be walking around naked, and no one needs that, we're under enough stress as it is."
"Need help?"
Dean looked at Sam closely. For the first time in what seems like forever, he looked relaxed and well rested and Dean pushed down the guilt that threatened to over flow.
"You know what, no. You'll be hitting the road again soon so why don't you take advantage of this down time and finish your book." She said.
"You sure? I mean why should I relax if you're doing all the work?"
"You can do the dishes after dinner." Dean countered.
"That sounds fair. Deal." Sam said.
Slapping Sam on the shoulder Dean walked down the stairs into the basement. She quickly dumped Sams clothing in the machine then after zipping up the duffle she crept up the back stairs and out the cellar doors. She had been careful to park the Impala out of view of the front of the house and she now ran to it. As quiet as possible she opened the trunk and dropped the bag inside then closed the lid gently. Racing back into the basement she made sure to lock the doors again then went back to the machine.
Even though she ran regularly, her heart was beating fast and nerves were making her breathing heavy. Taking a few minutes to calm herself she added detergent to the machine then started the wash cycle. With a deep breath she walked back up the stairs.
•
Dean stood in the doorway of the living room just watching Sam. He was in one of Bobby's old armchairs, leaning against one arm with cushions stuffed in behind him and his legs draped over the other arm. He looked relaxed, at peace.
"That took a while. What were you washing by hand?" Sam asked, finally noticing her standing there.
"Nope just sorting and pre-treating. You gotta do something about those stains in your tightly whiteys!" Dean teased.
"Jerk!" Sam said.
"Bitch!" Dean said ducking the cushion Sam threw in her direction. "Any way, I gotta do a parts run."
"Okay. See ya."
The casual response tore at Deans heart.
'No you won't.' She thought to herself. Dean had done her own research and one thing was certain, if she went through with the ritual it wasn't going to end well.
Something inside told her she couldn't leave it just like that so she sat down in front of Sam.
"I thought you were doing a parts run?" He asked, looking up from his book.
"I am, but I know I've been avoiding the subject, but it's coming up fast. I just want you to know I'm really thankful I had you around to help me through this."
"Yeah, course Dean. What's going on?" Sam said, sitting up straighter and leaning towards his brother.
"Nothing, I just...well...I want you to know if something goes wrong, I know you'll be okay. You're strong and if you want to go back to school, then you go. You do what's right for you. Find some one, settle down."
Dean truly wanted that for Sam and she knew she was the number one reason he didn't have all of it already.
"Dean. Stop talking like this. It sounds like you think your gonna die or something and you can't think like that. I trust Bobby and he's going to do this right. You'll be pissing standing up in three days." Sam said trying to lighten the mood.
She gave her brother her half smile..
"Yeah, you're right. Well enough of the chick flick moments. Hope you enjoyed it because it's the last one you'll ever get."
"You love chick flick moments." Sam teased.
"Yeah I do." Dean sighed. "Any way, day lights burning. Gotta go."
She had to use every ounce of willpower to stand and walk away but she still couldn't leave with out saying one more thing.
"Love you Sammy."
"Love you too Dean."
Dean could tell Sam wasn't sure what to do with the situation that just unfolded. Even though she had been a lot more open since the curse hit, if Sam was going to figure it out and stop her that was what was going to give her away, but he didn't so she turned and walked out the door...
...and with that, she was gone.
•
Dean drove into Sioux Falls and straight through. She knew exactly where she was going but would take a circuitous route to get there. Knowing she had at least two hours before anyone would start wondering where she was, Dean kept driving as long as possible. About an hour and 40 minutes after she left the closest thing to a home and only family she'd known in two decades she pulled over and picked up her phone. Resisting the urge to call or message Sam, she removed the battery and SIM card, placing them all in a zip lock bag and stashed it in the glove compartment then she cried and cried.
***The story I was referring to in my reply to Summer is a fic called "It's All In The Blood" written by Becciehill1976. I recommend you read it if you want to feel every emotion you have ever known from devastation right through to the most irrational rage you will ever know!***
