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Dean is sitting on the sofa in their living room, thinking with a furrowed brow. Sam offers him a beer, "You look like you need it."
Dean smiles gratefully and takes a sip, "Where's Isabeau?"
Sam takes a seat next to his brother, "Getting dressed. The museum got a new collection of paintings and Isabeau is going in to take a look at them."
Dean nods, and his eyes catch a photo of Isabeau. It was a group photo of Isabeau and fifteen other girls all sitting or standing on top of a van. All of them wearing swimsuits or cover ups. What stood out to Dean the most was the same blacked out butterfly tattoo on all their hips.
He gets up and goes to pick up the photo. It was the same exact one that Isabeau showed them last year.
Sam smiles at his brother and photo from his spot, "I remember when we took that photo. We all took a trip to California so that Isabeau could meet up with her friends from middle school."
"Yosemite National Park." Dean recalls.
Sam nods, "Yeah. That was a fun trip. You know... we should all take a break. Especially with Isabeau now pregnant."
Dean sets down the photo while Sam continues, "Go see her parents and the girls. Enjoy some free time before we got two little ones running around."
Dean huffs out a chuckle, "I still can't believe it... we're gonna be parents."
Sam chuckles as well, "I know, dude. You know we're gonna have to go house hunting. We need more rooms for the kids."
The sound of footsteps makes Dean turn around. Isabeau comes into the living room in her casual clothing, her usual band t-shirt, ripped jeans, combat boots; the works, "All right. I shouldn't be too long. They just need me to look at a few things, sign some papers and I'll be back before you know it."
She moves around as she speaks, picking up their mail and setting it aside and finally going over to a door which Dean only guesses lead to the basement, making sure that it was locked. She smiles when the door doesn't open at her attempt.
Dean narrows his eyes at the door as Isabeau walks over to kiss Sam and whispers something in his ear.
Sam smiles with a nod and Isabeau makes her way over to Dean, placing a kiss on his own lips, "Be good. And start packing! We should head out by tomorrow afternoon."
Isabeau pulls away, grabbing her keys and jacket, waving goodbye to her husbands.
Sam leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees, "Well, I'm gonna head up and start packing. You coming?" He says getting up from his spot on the couch.
Dean nods, waving a dismissive hand at him, "Yeah, I'll be up in second."
Sam stares at his brother for a moment and then nods, "Okay." He walks out of the living room, glancing back at his brother one last time and heading up the stairs.
Dean shakes his head and sits back down on the couch, putting his feet on the table, drinking beer and watching TV.
"The olive oil must have a purpose here." The woman on the TV says.
"Yeah." The man responds.
"Yeah?" The woman repeats.
"I'll take the olive oil and we'll just put a, just a touch of olive oil, okay? That's all." The man explains.
"Oh."
The man continues, "Can't make any mistakes with this machine. Now, for liquid, I could use water but I'm gonna use a little spinach -"
Dean changes the channel to the stock market, cartoon, and then the news; a plane lands and a reporter speaks, "And today marks the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424."
This gets Dean's attention and he leans forward as he continues to watch. The reporter continues, "Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the hundred and eight people who lost their lives…"
Dean stares at the tv in disbelief, "No, no. I stopped that crash."
Dean is in front of his laptop reading headlines that relate to cases he has solved.
Indianapolis Sun, December 5TH, 2005 - FLIGHT 424 CRASHES, 108 DEAD; Tragedy shocks the nation, as emergency crews continue to search rubble.
Nine Children Revived from Comatose; ... Mystery illness still baffles doctors at Dane County Hospital.
Dean tilts his head at that one. The children were still saved… Did Isabeau do something?
Parents mutilated in bed… Brutal double homicide in quiet residential area causes shock.
GIRL DROWNS IN HOTEL POOL; Mother devastated after discovering daughter drowned.
He catches a glimpse of a passing figure, a woman in white; maybe the same woman he has seen twice now. He gets up to see what it is.
Dean walks into the shared bedroom and nods at Sam who is packing his clothes.
Sam glances over and smiles, "Come to finally pack, huh? I already took out some of Beau's stuff and I grabbed a suitcase for you from the attic."
Deanforcefully smiles, "Thanks, just uh, packing a little tonight."
Sam nods in understanding and makes his way into the master bathroom, picking out what he could pack away for the night,
Dean opens his bedroom closet door and sees several female corpses, hanging. He hears a sound and turns around to see another woman, with a wound in her head, flickering in front of him.
He pants, looking shocked, and turns back around to the closet to see nothing out of the ordinary.
Dean is standing by John's grave. Written on it is:
JOHN E. WINCHESTER
1954-2006
LOVING HUSBAND & FATHER
REMEMBERED FOREVER
"All of them... Everyone that you saved, everyone Sammy, Beau and I saved. Most of them are all dead. And there's this woman, that's haunting me. I don't know why." Dean says.
Dean shakes his head, "I don't know what the connection is, not yet anyway. It's like my old life is, is coming after me or something. Like it like it doesn't want me to be happy. Course I know what you'd say. Well, not the you that played softball but... 'So go hunt the Djinn. He put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right?'"
Dean pauses, "But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero?"
Dean begins to cry while talking, "What about us, huh? What, Mom's not supposed to live her life, Sammy and I aren't supposed to marry Isabeau and have kids? That Isabeau has to hide who she is to us, to protect us? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad?"
He pauses, "It's…" Dean's lips tremble and the sky rumbles as tears begin to fall on Dean's cheek, "Yeah…"
Dean wipes the tears on his cheeks. He turns around and walks away.
Inside of their house, the sound of drawers opening and items clanging loudly downstairs, wakes Sam up.
Sam comes down the stairs, quietly, with a bat in his hand. He didn't know if it was Isabeau was coming back or Dean, but he knew that they would both would've announced their presence if they did.
Sam stops in the doorway, leaning looking into the living room. He sees someone is in one of the cabinets.
Sam goes in, swinging, the person gets up and counterattacks, throwing him on the floor. Sam looks up in surprise to see that it's Dean.
Dean breathes out, "That was so easy, I'm embarrassed for you."
"Dean? What the hell are you doing?" Sam asks him.
Dean gets up, letting Sam get up off the floor. They stand in front of the window.
"I was looking for a beer." Dean jokes.
Sam furrows his brow, "In our china cabinet?"
Sam goes to turn on the light and sees a box of utensils on the floor, open, "Dean, what are you looking for?"
"Sam." Dean warns.
"What are you doing? Where the hell did you go?" Sam asks again.
Dean sighs, "Well I was looking for silver, but it seems like we don't own any."
"Silver?" Sam questions, "Why do you need silver?"
Dean shifts, "You want the truth?"
Sam nods, "Yeah, yeah I do."
Dean tries to think of something but then sees a sliver of light pouring from the door that Isabeau made sure was locked. He narrows his eyes and chuckles, "No way."
Sam shakes his head, confused as Dean pulls out a lockpick from his pocket and starts picking at the door to the basement.
"W-what, Dean! That's Isabeau's private room. She doesn't want us to go in there." Sam reminds him.
Dean doesn't stop lock picking, "Yeah? You ever wonder why? What's she hiding?" He asks.
"Well, yeah." Sam says quietly, "But that's no excuse. Isabeau is entitled to some privacy."
Dean successfully unlocks the door and opens it up wide, "Right now, privacy be damned. People's lives are in danger and I think she'll understand."
Dean makes his way down the stairs, the familiar smile of herbs filling his nose, making him smile. His smile widens when he comes to the bottom of the stairs, "I knew it."
"Dean, you can't just… what in the world." Sam trails off as he makes his way to his brother, staring in awe at the items in the basement. Every surface was covered in grimoires, herbs hanging from the ceiling, selves covered in ingredients, anything and everything that had to do with witchcraft was in the room.
Sprinkled throughout the basement were lore books filled with monsters, weapons of all kinds were scattered about and Dean walks over when he sees Isabeau's favorite weapons; her two machetes.
"She still hunts. She's still a hybrid." Dean whispers out.
Sam's eyes dart in every direction, taking everything in, "What is all the stuff?" He looks over at his brother who is patting a grimoire with affection, "Hunting? Hybrid? Dean, what's going on?"
Dean licks his lips and catches what he was looking for; a silver knife and a couple jars of lamb's blood on one of the shelves, "Isabeau hunts monsters, Sammy."
He grabs the items and places them on an empty space of a table, "And she's a hybrid; half witch, half elemental. She can control fire and lightning… though things could be a little different."
He then frowns, "She hid this from us. She never wanted us to know."
Dean shakes his head, "I gotta go. Stay here and… next time you see mom, tell her I love her."
"Dean." Sam says, worried.
Dean picks up his things and makes his way up the stairs, "I'll see you, Sammy."
He walks out the door, taking one last look at the basement and Sam.
Sam stands in the basement where Dean left him, confused.
Dean is sitting in his impala with the engine going, thinking. Suddenly the passenger door opens and Sam gets in the car.
"Get out of the car." Dean orders him.
"I'm going with you." Sam says firmly.
"You're just gonna slow me down."
"Tough." Sam says defiantly.
"This is dangerous and you could get hurt." Dean shouts.
Sam nods, "Yeah, and so could you, Dean."
"Sam—"
Sam interrupts him, "Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone. And that's that."
Dean shakes his head, "I don't understand. Why you doing this?"
Sam sighs, "Because you're my brother."
Dean stares at him, "Bitch."
Sam shakes his head, "W–hat are you calling me a bitch for?"
"You're supposed to say 'jerk'." Dean tells him.
"What?"
"Never mind." Dean puts the impala in gear and they drive off.
As they're driving, Sam looks down at a bag on the seat between them. Sam sighs, "What's in the bag?"
"Nothin'." Dean immediately answers.
"Nothin'?" Sam questions.
"Yeah, nothin'." Dean confirms.
"Fine." Sam grabs the bag and begins to open it.
Dean glances over, "You don't wanna do that."
"Oh, really?" Sam dares. He takes out what was in the bag. It's the container of lamb's blood Dean grabbed from the basement. Sam continues, looking at the container, "What the hell is this?"
"Blood." Dean simply states.
"Yeah, I can see that it's blood, Dean! What the hell is it doing in here?" Sam asks, upset.
"You don't really wanna know." Dean says.
Sam nods, "No I-I do really wanna know. I really, really, do."
"Yeah, well you're gonna find out sooner or later. I needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood." Dean explains.
"You needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood, why?" Sam asks.
"Because there's this creature. A Djinn. And I have to hunt it." Dean says.
"Okay, um... stop the car." Sam says.
"I know how it sounds."
Sam purses his lips, "Great. Just... stop the car."
Dean continues, "It's the truth, Sam. All right, there are things out there in the dark. There – there – there are bad things. There are nightmare things. And people have to be saved and if we don't save them, then nobody will."
Sam nods, "Look, I wanna help you, all right. I-I really, really do, but you're having some kind of psychotic breakdown, so, I ... just –"
Dean scoffs, "I wish."
Sam picks up his phone and starts dialing a number. Dean rolls down his window, grabs Sam's phone, throws it out, and then rolls up the window again.
Sam looks at him in disbelief, "What the hell was that, Dean? That was my phone!"
"I'm not going to a rubber room, Sammy. And we got work to do… God damn, I wish Isabeau were here. She'd understand." Dean groans.
"What? I was just trying to help you out, Dean. I don't, I don't want you to get yourself hurt." Sam exclaims.
"What? You protect me?"
"Yeah!"
Dean laughs, "Oh, that's hilarious. Why don't you just sit tight and try not to get us both killed."
Dean starts the radio and music blares out.
The impala drives up between the old factories, and the car stops.
Dean looks over at Sam who is asleep. He picks up his flashlight and shines it on Sam's face.
Sam wakes with a start, "Where are we?"
"Well, we're not in Kansas anymore." Dean chuckles at Sam. When there's no reaction the smile dies, "Illinois."
"And you think something's in there?" Sam questions.
"I know it is." Dean says confidently.
Dean and Sam are walking through the factory, the flashlight in Dean's hand.
"See?" Sam scoffs, "There's nothing here, Dean."
Dean starts walking down the hallway, same way as last time when he got attacked. Sam closely follows behind, "Look, Isabeau's gotta be worried sick about us, Dean. Come on, let- let's just go."
Dean hears a sound and shushes Sam, "Shh!"
There's another sound, a high-pitched whimper, and Sam finally starts to take it seriously, "What the hell is that?"
Dean glances back at him, "Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut."
Dean and Sam approach a larger room where there's bodies hanging from the ceiling. The same bodies Dean saw in his closet earlier.
There's also a drained blood bag hanging next to one of the bodies. "What the hell?" Sam says, staring at it.
Dean looks further to the right, and sees the woman he has been seeing everywhere, hanging like the bodies.
They approach her and see another blood bag next to her, filled with blood. Her eyes are open, but she looks close to dead, "It's her." Dean realizes.
Sam looks at the bag and at her wrists that are tied, just like the others. She begins to moan and whimper.
"Dean, what's going on?" Sam asks fearfully.
Dean grabs him, "Shh!"
The Djinn is coming out. When it comes out from behind a wall and walks up behind the woman, the guys are gone.
The woman sobs, "Where's my dad?"
She cries, "I won't tell…" She looks at the Djinn, "Don't."
She moves her feet away from the Djinn while Dean and Sam are hidden, watching on.
She cries more, "Where's my dad."
The Djinn touches her face, "Sleep."
Some blue flares go over her cheek as he strokes her. The Djinn's eyes glow bright blue, "Sleep. ... Sleep."
Her head falls forward, eyes still open and her feet relax, falling forward again. The Djinn rests his face against her arms, touching her right arm and breathing heavily, eyes closed. He then goes for the blood bag, pulls out one straw and puts it to his mouth, drinking her blood.
Sam sees this and gags in disgust.
The Djinn hears, and turns around right away; its eyes flash blue and he begins to move towards their hiding place. When he gets there, the guys are gone.
The Djinn walks up some creaky steps and Sam and Dean are standing below them, looking up, following his steps. When a door closes in the background Sam begins to breathe loudly, "This is real? You're not crazy?"
Dean thinks out loud, "She didn't know where she was. She thought she was with her father."
Dean and Sam walk up to the woman again. "What if that's what the Djinn does? It doesn't grant you a wish, it just makes you think it has." Dean says.
"Look man. That thing could come back, all right?" Sam grabs at Dean's arm, begging to leave.
Dean walks past Sam in the opposite direction of the woman. He looks up at a light bulb and it starts to flicker in brighter light.
Dean starts to see flashes of himself, hanging by his wrists like the woman. Dean starts to gag, little trouble breathing, probably shocked from starting to realize what's going on.
"Dean, please." Sam begs.
Dean breathes heavily, "What if I'm like her? What if I'm tied up in here some place? What if all this is in my head?"
Dean walks up to the woman, "I mean it could, you know, maybe it gives us some kind of supernatural acid, and then just feeds on us slow."
Sam shakes his head, "No. Dean, that doesn't make sense. OK?"
"What if that's why she keeps appearing to me? She's not a spirit. It's - it's like more and more like I'm catching flashes of reality. You know, like I'm in here somewhere, and I'm - I'm catatonic, and I'm taking all this stuff in but I, but I can't snap out of it." Dean reasons.
Sam nods, "Yeah, OK, look. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right. I was wrong. You're not crazy but we – we – we need to get out of here. Fast."
He starts to pull Dean with him. Dean pulls his arm loose from Sam. Sam looks at him and throws his arms out like 'what?'.
"I don't think you're real." Dean says.
Sam, agitated, sucks in a breath, "Dude, you feel that?" He's grabbing Dean by the arms, "You feel this? I'm real. This is not an acid trip. I'm real, Isabeau's back home waiting for us, pregnant with our children, she's real and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real. Now, please—"
"There's one way to be sure." Dean pulls out the silver knife.
Sam backs off, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?"
"It's an old wives' tale. If you're about to die in a dream, you wake up." Dean explains.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's crazy. All right?"
"Maybe." Dean says with a determined look.
Sam starts walking towards Dean, "You're gonna kill yourself—" Dean holds out the knife and his other hand to stop him. "OK." Sam stops.
"Or I'm gonna wake up. One or the other."
Sam raises his hands, "OK. This isn't a dream, all right. I'm here, with you, now. And you're about to kill yourself, Dean."
Dean swallows, "No, I'm pretty sure. Like, 90% sure. But I'm sure enough."
He turns the knife on himself, takes both his hands to the handle, ready to thrust it into himself.
"WAIT!" Sam shouts.
Suddenly Mary walks up next to Dean, in the same nightgown that she died in. Behind Sam, Isabeau appears.
"Why'd you have to keep digging?" Sam asks, disappointed.
Dean looks back at Mary as Sam continues, "Why couldn't you have left well enough alone?" Dean looks around.
"You were happy." Sam says.
Mary comes up in front of Dean, "Put the knife down, honey."
"You're not real." Dean has tears in his eyes, "None of it is."
Mary shakes her head, "It doesn't matter. It's still better than anything you had."
"What?"
Mary continues, "It's everything you want. We're a family again. Let's go home."
Dean shakes his head, "I'll die." His voice breaks, "The Djinn'll... drain the life out of me in a couple of days."
"But in here, with us, it'll feel like years. Like a lifetime." Mary says. Dean looks over at Sam who half-smiles and nods to him.
"I promise." Mary takes his chin in her hand, and he looks down on her, "No more pain." She strokes his cheek, "Or fear. Just love and comfort. And safety. Dean, stay with us."
Mary strokes his other cheek and he leans into her hand, closing his eyes, "Get some rest."
Isabeau smiles at him, "You don't have to worry about Sam anymore." Dean looks over at her.
Isabeau sighs, "You get to watch him live a full life."
Mary steps away, to let Isabeau walk up to him, taking his face in her hands, kissing him, "We can all have a future together. Have our own family. I love you, Dean. Please. Don't you want that? For us to be married? To have a bunch of children?"
Sam walks up to him, "Why is it our job to save everyone? Haven't we done enough?" He echoes what Dean said earlier, "I'm begging you." He breathes in, "Give me the knife."
Dean looks at Isabeau, Sam, and Mary with tears in his eyes. Then he backs away looking at the floor. He raises his head, looking at Sam and Isabeau.
Dean inhales and whispers, "I'm sorry."
He thrusts the knife into himself, and blood immediately comes out of his mouth.
"DEAN! DEAN! Dean." Sam's and Isabeau screams echo out.
Sam and Isabeau walk up to Dean and sees now that the Sam and Isabeau saying "Dean" is the real Sam and Isabeau.
Dean is hanging from the ceiling like the other woman, eyes open. A blood bag hangs next to him.
"Oh God. Come on." Sam shakes him, "Hey. Wake up. Wake up, damn it!"
Dean grunts a little. His eyes begin to focus on his brother and girlfriend.
"Hey. Hey." Isabeau coos, placing a hand on his cheek. Ava stands behind the two, watching them try to wake Dean.
Dean smiles a little, "Ahh... Auntie Em. There's no place like home."
The three of them let out a sigh of relief, "Thank God. I thought we lost you for a second." Sam pulls out the tube in Dean's throat.
"You almost did." Dean flinches as Sam takes out the tube.
"Oh god." Isabeau breathes heavily, "Let's get you down."
Isabeau reaches up and starts to cut through the rope as Dean winces over the pain and grunts a little.
There are two bright blue eyes next to Sam in the shadows, and the Djinn comes out.
Dean sees the Djinn, "GUYS!" He warns the three of them.
Ava turns around, going to the Djinn with her own knife, "Get him down and get the hell out of here." Ava shouts.
Isabeau hands the knife to Sam, "Help Dean."
"Beau!" Sam shouts as Isabeau charges in to help Ava, her eyes glowing a fiery blue; she was pissed.
The Djinn has Ava for a moment, and gets her to drop the knife. Isabeau flings her arm, making the Djinn fly across the room. She stomps over to the Djinn, growling as her eyes glow brighter, "You're dead."
The Djinn gets back up and takes a swing at Isabeau, the two of them falling into a fight. Ava grabs her knife and runs into the fight, helping Isabeau against the Djinn.
Sam is able to cut Dean down, the two of them watching as both girls fight the Djinn. They both move in the fight like it's a dance, each of them knows each other's moves and working in tangent.
The Djinn gets the upper hand on Isabeau and Ava; punching Ava, sending her to the ground, her vision fuzzy and manages to hold Isabeau by the throat, causing her eyes to no longer glow as the Djinn tightens his hand.
The Djinn's other hand is glowing blue, and he is moving it toward Isabeau's forehead, but Isabeau struggles, pushing against his wrist and trying to stop him. The Djinn opens his fist and blue light begins to appear around his hand.
When its hand is almost at Isabeau's forehead Ava thrusts the knife into the back of the Djinn, turns it and the blue light goes out of its eyes. It closes its eyes, its head rolls down, and when Ava pulls out the knife, it falls to the ground dead.
Isabeau breathes heavily from being strangled, "Nice timing." She coughs out.
Ava chuckles and shrugs, "It's a gift."
Isabeau looks over and then jogs over to her boyfriends, wrapping her arms around Dean immediately. Dean doesn't look too good, pale and with red-rimmed eyes. Dean sighs and returns the action, content to see his Isabeau.
Dean walks up to the girl. He puts his hand to her neck, feeling for a pulse. A tear rolls down one of her cheeks, "She's still alive!" He looks over at the others, "Guys…"
Dean pulls out the tube in her neck as Ava cuts her rope with her knife. Dean catches her as she goes down.
The others watch on as Dean holds her, "I gotcha. I gotcha. We're gonna get you out of here, OK? I gotcha." She makes small wheezing sounds.
"I got you." Dean reassures.
Dean is sitting on the edge of a hotel bed, as Ava kneels behind him, her hands placed on his forehead, her eyes glowing blue and her tattoos glowing as well.
As Ava does that, Isabeau sits across from Dean in a chair that she pulled up from the sitting area. She holds on tightly to his hands as Ava checks to see if the Djinn's effects are still lingering.
Dean's eyes glance down to her hands, her multiple rings still adorning them and no diamond rings on any of her fingers. They then land on her stomach, staring at it deep in thought.
Off to the side, Sam is on the phone, "OK, uh, thank you so much for the update. OK, bye." He hangs up.
Sam walks up to them, taking a seat on the bed next to Dean, "That was the hospital. Girl's been stabilized. Good chance she's gonna pull through."
"That's good." Dean says, not tearing his gaze away from Isabeau's stomach.
"Yeah." Sam pauses, exchanging a look with Isabeau, "How 'bout you? You all right?" He asks.
Dean clears throat, tightening his grip on Isabeau's hands, "Yeah, I'm all right." He pauses, "Am I good, Ava?"
Ava's eyes and tattoos stop glowing, "Everything checks out. Just eat something. The Djinn took a decent amount of blood, you'll feel groggy for a couple of hours, but you should be fine." Ava explains and hops off the bed.
Isabeau nods, squeezing Dean's hands, "I'm gonna walk Ava out, okay? I'll only be a minute."
Dean nods, breaking his gaze on her stomach and lovingly places a kiss on her fingers, and let's go.
Isabeau gestures with her head to Ava towards the door and the two women leave the motel room, leaving Sam and Dean on their own.
Dean shakes his head, "You should have seen it, Sam. Our lives. You were such a wussy." He jokes.
Sam chuckles at his joke.
Dean licks his lips, "We married Isabeau."
Sam stares at his brother, "What? W-We married Isabeau?"
Dean chuckled, nodding, "Yeah... she was pregnant."
Sam inhales sharply, glancing over at the door and turning back, "Seriously?"
"Twins, Sammy. She was going to have twins." Dean explains, "But, it wasn't the Isabeau we grew up with. We didn't know about her supernatural life."
Sam furrows his brow, "We never knew the real Isabeau? Her being a hybrid, her parents... her coven?"
Dean shakes his head, "None of it. She kept it a secret."
Sam couldn't imagine not knowing the real Isabeau, "I thought it was supposed to, to be this perfect fantasy."
Dean shakes his head, "It wasn't. It was just a wish. I wished for Mom to live. That Mom never died, we never went hunting and you and me just… we had Isabeau, but not the real her."
Sam nods, "Yeah. Well, I'm glad we do. And I'm glad you dug yourself out, Dean. Most people wouldn't've had the strength, would have just stayed."
"Yeah... Lucky me. I gotta tell you though, man. You know… married our girl. Mom was gonna have grandkids…" Dean trails off, standing up and sitting on one of the dressers.
"Yeah, but... Dean... it wasn't real." Sam reminds him.
"I know. But I wanted to stay." Dean looks sad, lost, "I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since Dad... all I c– all I can think about is how much this job's cost us." He pauses, "We've lost so much. We've... sacrificed so much."
"But people are alive because of you." Sam says and Dean scoffs.
Sam continues, "It's worth it, Dean. It is. It's not fair, and... you know, it hurts like hell, but... it's worth it."
Dean looks at his brother, then down again, sadly, pensively.
Sam sighs, "You know, it's not like we're never going to do it."
Dean looks up, "Do what?"
Sam smiles, "Marry her? I don't know about you, Dean, but… one day, I want to do it. Make Isabeau my wife… our wife."
Dean thinks about it, "I want to, Sammy. I want so badly to put a ring on her finger. But, when would we get the chance? When is the time going to be right?"
Sam shrugs, "We'll know when we know."
Dean nods, "We'll know when we know."
Isabeau stares deeply into Dean's green eyes, lightly tracing her finger along his freckles the best she could in the darkness, "So, we were all married?" She asks, shifting the covers to cover up her naked body.
Sam was on the other side of her, one arm draped around Isabeau's waist and his bare body pressing up against her from behind, his little snores filling the quiet motel room.
Dean hums, "Sam and I proposed when Sam got accepted to Stanford. Got married and had a house of our own in Lawrence."
Isabeau smiles sadly, "Seems like a dream… I never told you guys what I was?"
Dean shakes his head, "You hid it from us. All of it."
He watches as Isabeau moves her hand down from his freckles to cupping his cheek, "Well that was a stupid move on my part. So that's why you fought it?"
Dean nods, grabbing her arms and kissing her hand and the rosary that was wrapped around her wrist, "I wanted the real you. The witchcraft, your fire… I wanted it all."
Isabeau's eyes soften, "You sure know how to make a woman's heart melt, Dearie."
Dean smiles, pulling her closer, "I want to do it one day." He stares down at their hands, "Put a ring on your finger."
Isabeau's breath hitches, "Dean…"
"I know that it's only been a year since we made our relationship official, and I know that right now is not the best time to get married, but I want you to know that I want it in the future. So does, Sam. We want to make you ours." Dean explains.
Isabeau tightens her grip of Dean's hand, smiling, "In the future… that's something I'm looking forward to."
Dean chuckles, pressing his forehead against hers, "It can't come any faster."
Isabeau grins, "Though, I will warn you. It might be me going down on one knee for the both of you."
Dean blinks, "Really?"
Isabeau bites back a smirk, "Really."
I am so sorry for the late update, things have been a little crazy. Trying to keep up with assignments and busting a couple of art pieces per week is sort of killing me a bit. But, I finally got back to this, I've been slowly writing this and I'm so happy I got it done. I rewrote a lot of this episode and I'm pretty proud of it.
I will say, be on the lookout, cause by the end of this week, it'll be a wrap on Season 2: Till Death Do Us Part. I will be posting All Hell Breaks Loose Pt.1 and Pt.2 together because they are sort enough that they each can have their own chapters. I am excited, I have it all planned out and season 3 is going to be a doozy.
Feedback is my motivation.
Hope you all enjoyed!
