Vrskaandrea: And I think thats why Sam took Dean leaving so badly, suddenly realising the reason behind his brothers odd behaviour. The clues where all there but they all failed to see them.
Shazza19: I just felt we needed to see it from Dean point of view. He needed his own chapter.
Summer: I am completely sucked in! And with exception of Dean and Jack I hate them all! The way they treated Dean, ignored him and eventually drove him away...it filled me with absolute rage! I'm a little less angry at them now they are actually doing something to find him bit I still blame Sam, Cas and mostly Mary. I just really hope the author doesn't let Dean forgive them too quickly. I want him to look them all in the eye and tell them that everything that has happened to him is their fault! A girl can hope...
Blondie 2000: Bobby will get his chance...eventually.
CHAPTER 60
Eighteen months later...
Dean knew the decision to leave Sam wasn't the smartest but at the time she honestly felt she had no other option and now the results of that choice was huddled on the floor before her as the demon pinned her firmly to the wall.
"No!" She screamed and renewed her fight against the invisible bonds that held her in place.
"Enough from you!" The demon spat and with a wave of his hand took away Deans ability to speak.
Reaching down to where the youngest Winchester lay huddled in a ball, the demon grabbed a fistful of chestnut hair and wrenched his prisoner up.
"Look what I found skulking around. The abomination." The demon sneered. As if from thin air he produced a knife and held it to the pale white flesh of his captives neck. "What do you think would happen if I slit its throat?"
Dean shook her head furiously, mouthing words, pleas that just wouldn't come out. With a twist of his hand he forced his captives head up and Deans eyes locked with a pair of green eyes. Eyes that were filled with fear and faith. Faith that they would walk away from this, faith that Dean would save them, just as she had their whole lives. A tear leaked from the corner of Deans eye as she tried to beg the demon to let the frightened young hunter on the floor go.
"Are you begging Dean? I'd love to hear you beg. I bet you do it so prettily." He waved his hand and Deans voice returned.
"...go! Please? Please? I'll do anything! It's me you want! Please!" She screamed.
"I know you will and what I want is for you to die." The demon said. "But first I want you to suffer!"
His blade drew across flesh, opening veins, spilling blood.
Dean screamed incoherently as she watched the life's blood of the person she loved most in this world, the one person she swore she would die to protect, drain away and the light fade from their eyes...
•
Dean jolted awake. She sat up and looked around the small room. Resting her head in her hands she took a shuddering breath. Years of living on the road had taught Dean the art of the midnight flit. Quickly packing the few possessions she had and she quietly slipped down the stairs. She left her possessions by the door and walked into the office. Logging into the computer it only took a few minutes to locate Sams cell, noting down the address she left $100 for her final months rent under the paper weight and left the house. After placing all her belongings in the Impala she climbed behind the wheel.
"Time to go home Baby."
•
Caleb would be the first to admit that he was closer to Dean than he was Sam, probably due to the almost ten year age gap, but he had spent the last year and a half fiercely protecting him. Sams personality would swing wildly. Some days he was ready to take down the world and burn it all and some days he would be happy to just lay down and die, let the world reclaim his body and be forgotten, but Caleb stuck through it all with him. On more than one occasion he suggested psychological help but Sam just shook his head.
"I just need my brother back." Would be his reply.
With exception of an 12 second phone call on Sams birthday, Dean had remained silent. They searched for him tirelessly. When Caleb received a call from Joshua saying he'd seen 'Dana' in a diner in South Carolina, Caleb made some excuse about needing to help Josh on a hunt and high tailed it to the address but by the time he got there, Dean was gone and none of the staff could even confirm she'd ever been there. He'd just returned to Sams side after checking out yet another false lead. Meeting up for yet another hunt.
So here they sat in a shitty hotel room in Colorado, just finished a job but both too tired to move on. Caleb lounged on the bed, randomly flicking through the channels while Sam sat at the table writing in his journal.
"Gettin' kinda hungry here. You want food?" Caleb asked, knowing if he didn't ask Sam would never eat on his own.
•
It had become ritual for Sam to write in his journal after every hunt. The methodical note taking was soothing for him. The sound of Caleb's voice broke him from his solitude.
"Mmmm, I guess I could eat." He answered vaguely. He'd learnt a while ago that submission was easier than Caleb's never ending nagging.
"Cool. Burgers?" Caleb asked rising from the bed.
Sam was about to answer when a familiar growl reached his ears.
"Did you hear that?" He asked cocking his head.
"Sam, there are thousands of classic muscle cars in American, not every thumping V8 you hear is Dean." Caleb said softly. They had been through this a million times...
"Yeah, I guess." Sam said dejectedly.
Caleb squeezed his shoulder then headed into the bathroom. Sam picked up his pen to begin writing again when he heard another sound. This time he was sure. He'd recognise the squeal of the Impalas door anywhere. This time, he was sure.
Rising from his chair he walked to the door as yanked it open. He looked out into the parking lot and there it was. Shining in the security light stood the Impala, like a gift from Heaven. Sam took two stumbling steps out of the door and there leaning into the back seat was his wayward brother.
"Dean?" He choked out, barely daring to believe.
Dean pulled herself out of the car, softly closed the door and turned to face her brother.
"Hey Sammy."
•
Stopping just once to use a library computer to check that Sam was still where she thought, Dean drove on finally reaching the motel she'd tracked her brother to. After smiling sweetly at the clerk she managed to sweet talk him into renting her the room next to Sams.
She pulled the car into the spot and spent a moment looking at Sams door. Exhaling, she exited the car and opened the rear door, leaning in and gathering up the loose objects, stuffing them into her bag.
"Dean?"
Sams voice was broken, defeated as if he was afraid he was hallucinating. She pulled her self back and carefully closed the door. Steeling herself she turned to face him.
"Hey Sammy." She said.
"You're here?"
"Yeah." Dean said with a nervous smile, her eyes filling with tears.
"Where...why...?" Sam stuttered, his own wyes shining brightly in the dim light.
"I'm sorry Sammy, I couldn't then, but I can, I can do it now." She took a small, hesitant step towards her brother.
"You couldn't? You couldn't?" Caleb growled from behind Sam. "For months all you did was complain and...and bitch about this curse and then three days before we fixed it, you bail! You had better have a damn good reason Dean!"
Dean just stared at Caleb, unable to answer. A sound from the back seat of the Impala had Sam stepping closer to the car and looking in the window. Dean stepped in front of him blocking his view.
"Is that?" Sam looked at Dean and pointed in the window. He looked at Dean and suddenly everything made sense. "You were pregnant."
