We had brought the leviathan back to Bobby's, so he could run some tests on him. Bobby was only really able to figure out that his name was Chet and that pretty much every known weapon against monsters did not kill him.

I had been upstairs with Sam and Dean for a while when they decided to go down and check-in with Nate and Bobby. A few minutes later, Nate walked upstairs, sprayed with black blood across his chest and face. He walked down the hallway toward his new room. I decided to follow after, and when I walked into the room, he had his shirt off and was wiping his face before throwing a new shirt on.

"Hey," He said, kind of surprised.

"Hey, um…" I walked over to his bed and sat down, "Look…" I sighed, "I just want to tell you how sorry I am for literally everything I've put you through lately."

He smiled, "Where is this coming from?"

I shrugged, "I just realized how much I suck."

He sat down next to me and looked at me very seriously, "Yeah, you do kinda suck," He smirked.

I smacked him in the arm lightly and chuckled, "No, seriously," I shook my head, "I think I was just trying to avoid actually talking about everything that happened to me. I just wanted it all to go away, and I wanted everyone to stop looking at me like I was a sad, lost puppy. I never should've put that all on you."

He nodded, "I understand," He looked at me for a Moment, "You aren't tainted by the way."

"What?" I asked.

"That day… You walked away, saying you must be tainted," Nate shook his head, "You're not, you aren't broken. There's nothing wrong with you, you just went through some crap," He sighed, "Uh, Dean told me what happened."

I rolled my eyes, "Of course, he did."

"Well, it was after I told him I was worried about you," He said.

I nodded and laughed, "Yeah, still not cool, but we're past it."

"Right," He laughed, "He just wanted me to understand," He shrugged, "He actually told me to give you space."

"He did?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yeah. He said, if I didn't want to push you away, I needed to. So, when you stopped talking to me…" He shrugged, "I figured I wouldn't keep bugging you."

"Thanks," I stared at him for a Moment, "Can I be honest?"

Nate nodded, "Obviously."

"As much as I didn't want to talk to you, I seriously missed you," I smirked.

He chuckled, "Of course you did, 'cause I'm friggin' adorable."

"Ew, stop," I put my hand on his forehead and pushed him away.

"What?" He laughed.

"That sounded like something Dean would say," I fake gagged, "Annoying."

"Annoying?" He laughed, "Really?"

I smirked, "A little," I spotted some goo on his cheek, "You've got a little…" I wiped it away and left my hand on his cheek for a Moment and then pulled away.

He leaned in, put his hand on my cheek, and pulled me in for a kiss.

"Guys!" Dean called from the other room, causing us to jump.

We stood up and walked toward the door, but he stopped me to give me one last kiss before we left. When we walked out into the living room, Bobby, Sam, and Dean were all standing around the TV.

"The three suspects, who up until today were presumed dead, locked the doors and opened fire, leaving no survivors," The reporter said.

I walked closer to the TV and could see a male reporter standing outside of a bank, along the bottom was the caption, BREAKING NEWS – FUGITIVES STILL AT LARGE.

"Sam, Dean, and Maddison Winchester are now the subjects of a manhunt throughout the state of California," The reporter continued, and security camera footage popped up in the top right-hand corner of the screen. Sam, Dean, and I were holding guns and unloading into a room off-screen.

"What the hell?" I asked.

Bobby turned the TV off, "Busy morning, you three?"

Dean scoffed, "Those sons of bitches xeroxed us."

Sam shook his head, "But I don't understand how."

Bobby shrugged, "I don't know," He grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator, "Maybe one of 'em touched you at the hospital."

"It was the hair!" Chet shouted from downstairs, "Not too hard to lift some DNA out of a motel shower drain, guys!"

Dean furrowed his brow and looked at Bobby, "You can copy people like that?" Bobby shrugged, and Dean rolled his eyes, "Awesome. Well, what is their plan, exactly?"

Sam shrugged, "Squeeze us. Turn us into the most wanted in America."

Dean nodded, "Alright. Well, that settles it. We find these ass monkeys, and we kill them ourselves."

Nate put his hand up, "Whoa, wait a sec. Every form of law enforcement in the country has seen your faces," He shrugged, "Not to mention anyone who happened to turn on their TV this morning."

Dean nodded, "Exactly. So, what's the point in trying to hide?"

Bobby shook his head, "Better than sticking your fool neck out. These things are smarter than you."

Chet laughed downstairs.

Sam scoffed, "Geez, Bobby, don't sugarcoat it."

Bobby shrugged, "You don't have a clue how to kill 'em or slow 'em down, and your plan is, what? Go right at 'em? Genius."

"They're wearing our faces, guys. This is personal," Dean said.

"Yeah, I'm with Dean here," Sam said.

I nodded, "Yeah, same here."

Bobby sighed, "Well if you're gonna be stupid, you might as well be smart about it," He unzipped his bag and pulled out a notebook, "You need to see a fella named Frank Devereaux."

"Who's he?" Sam asked.

Bobby shook his head and flipped the journal open and started writing, "He's a jackass and a lunatic, but he owes me one, from back in Port Huron," He ripped the paper out and handed it to Dean, "In the meantime, the boy and I'll keep working on Chatty Cathy here, see if we can figure out what makes him die."

We pulled up to a gas station, and all got out. Dean walked around to the back of the Impala to fill up.

"The usual?" Sam asked as the two of us walked toward the store.

Dean nodded and smiled, "Rhymes with sing-songs."

Sam and I walked in and separated, he went to grab us some waters, and I went to grab the snacks. I grabbed a box of Bing Bongs and some beef jerky and met Sam at the counter.

"You guys sell protein bars?" Sam asked

"Yeah," The clerk stared at Sam and me for a long Moment, "But it's in— it's in the back, though," He started to walk away, still looking at us weirdly, "Just, uh, give me a second."

Sam nodded, "Sure. Thanks."

The clerk smiled awkwardly and then wandered into the back.

"That was weird," I whispered.

"Yeah, I'd say…" Sam whispered back, and then something caught his eye, "Let's go."

"What?" I furrowed my brow, "Why?"

He nodded at a TV behind the counter, it was playing footage of the three of us at the bank. Sam and I looked at each other and then left quickly, I spotted the clerk on his cell phone on our way out.

"Pretty sure the Cashier just made us," Sam said to Dean as we speed walked to the Impala, "Drive."

Dean quickly put the pump back, hopped in the car, and then we sped off.

A couple hours later, we pulled up to a dark house and got out. It had a few broken-down cars out front, all of the plants were overgrown, and the house itself looked like it hadn't been lived in for a while.

"You sure this is the right place?" Dean asked, looking around curiously.

Sam looked down at the paper Bobby gave us, "Yeah," We walked up to the door, and Sam knocked, "Frank, you in there?" He knocked again, "Frank?" He looked at Dean and then opened the door, "Frank?" We stepped into the dark house and started looking around, "Frank? Frank, anybody here? Hello? Anybody home?"

Someone switched on a lamp behind us, and when we turned around, a man was sitting in an armchair, pointing a gun at us, "Well, well. Spider caught some flies," He chuckled evilly, "Well, I'll be darned. Psycho Three's Company. You're on CNN right now."

Sam shook his head, "No, no, tha— that's not us."

"I know. Can't be.," Frank sat forward, "Unless you had a teleporter," He laughed and then got very serious, "Do you have a teleporter?"

Dean and I shook our heads.

"No, sir. We don't," Sam said.

Frank relaxed and sat back, "Well, my condolences on the doppelgangers," He aimed his gun at us again, "Now, who sent you? NSA? The Feeb? March of Dimes?"

"Uh, Bobby Singer sent us," Dean said.

Frank growled, and then immediately stood and cocked his gun in our direction.

"Or not," Dean shrugged with a smile, "Who?"

"He— He said you could help," Sam said, "He said you owed him, from Port Huron."

Frank lowered his gun after a Moment, "Guy saves your life one time, and, what, you owe him the rest of yours?"

Dean nodded, "That's usually how it works, yeah."

Frank aimed his gun at Dean again and then lowered it with a sigh.

Frank led us into another room. There were wires and computer monitors all over the place. He instructed us to give him any and all IDs we had. Then he pulled up video footage of our leviathan counterparts on every screen in the room.

"I know that Bobby's into that magic hooey, but truth is, the government have been cloning people for years," Frank said as he shredded our IDs, "Guess it was just your turn in the barrel."

Sam shook his head, "Well, actually—"

"Forget it. He's rolling," Dean whispered.

"Yours have been busy beavers," Frank said, "You're number two on the most wanted list. Quickest climb up the charts since Donna Summer."

"So, what do you think we should do?" Sam asked.

Frank shrugged, "Cuba's nice this time of year."

Dean shook his head, "No, we're not hiding."

Frank chuckled and then looked at Sam and me, "Is he always this stupid?"

Dean sighed, "Look, we, uh—"

Frank switched on classical music as he rolled his eyes at Dean.

"We got to stick around and kick a couple asses," Dean said, "So, we just need you to get us further off the grid, but keep us on the board."

Frank shrugged, "Well, first thing we got to do is wipe all your old aliases," He picked up a stack of IDs and passports, "No more rock shoutouts. It's Tom, Liz, and John Smith from now on. And no plastic. Cash only. And change your phones on a…" He tossed us each a new cell phone, "Very frequent non-schedule schedule, you understand? Oh, and try to stay out of view of the 200 million cameras that the government has access to, 'kay?"

I raised my eyebrows, "200 million?"

Frank's eyes widened, and he nodded, "Big Brother, he has many eyeballs, my friend. You see a place that even looks like it can afford security…" He walked over and pulled Sam's laptop out of his bag, "You just ease on down the road," He looked at Sam, "This— this is your laptop, right?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah. That's mine."

Frank started smashing the laptop, even against Sam's protests, and then threw it on the ground. We all stared at him in astonishment.

"What was that?!" Sam shouted.

Frank grabbed a new laptop off of one of his shelves and handed it to Sam.

"Uh…" Sam looked at him, confused and slowly took the laptop, "Thank you, I guess."

Frank nodded, "No problem. You owe me eight grand Cash.

"What?" Sam, Dean, and I said in unison.

Frank shrugged, "Unless you wanna go comparison shop at the mall, sweet cheeks. Say hi to the cops for me," He smiled and picked up a camera off of his desk, "Okay," He grabbed Dean by his jacket and pushed him against the wall and stepped back, "Let's Blue Steel you up some new ID," He took a picture of Dean and shoved Sam up against the wall and then followed suit with me.

About fifteen minutes later, Frank tossed new IDs and passports into a cigar box and handed it to Dean. He gave Sam a map, "I marked all the towns your stunt doubles hit so you can see the pattern."

Sam nodded, "Alright, great. Um, so, what is the pattern?"

Frank shrugged, "No clue, man. I can't see it."

I looked at the map in Sam's hands, "Looks random."

"Little tip from a pro…" Frank pointed at me, "There is no such thing as a random series of robbery murders by your evil twins," He looked all of us over, "Well, have yourself some uppers and look at that some more," He pat Sam on the shoulder, "Good luck."

Sam nodded, "Thanks, Frank."

Frank shrugged, "For what? Sending you to your death? Your doubles want to be on Candid Camera, put you in the line of fire. Now, I'd lay low, 'cause I love life and its infinite mysteries," He shrugged, "But you three want to be dumb, that's fine. At least have the common sense to ditch your car."

Dean raised his eyebrows, "Wh— Uh, excuse me— What?"

"Your double-mints…" Frank nodded, "They're using a car just like the one outside," Then he walked away.

Dean looked at us, extremely upset, but Sam and I just shrugged, still trying to follow everything that was going on.

I settled into the back seat of an old hatchback we borrowed from Frank's. I leaned up against the door with my feet up on the seat and my head resting on the back of the seat. I closed my eyes to go to sleep until something landed in my lap. I opened my eyes to find a yellow My Little Pony sitting on me.

I picked it up and tossed it on the floor, "What was that for?"

Dean shook his head, "I'm sorry. I just didn't want it danglin' in the window anymore."

"You okay?" Sam asked him.

Dean shrugged, "You know, it's bad enough that they're ganking people, wearing our mugs, but now this? Have us driving around in this— this caboodle while Baby's on lockdown."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh, God. It's temporary, Dean."

Dean frowned, "Nobody puts Baby in a corner."

Sam looked at him, "You— You know that's a line from—"

Dean nodded, "Swayze movie. Swayze always gets a pass!"

"Right," Sam sighed, "Uh, well, you want some tunes or something? Here," He turned on the radio, and "All Out of Love" by Air Supply started playing, "Sorry, man, I—" He moved to turn the radio back off.

"Just leave it," Dean stopped him, "Probably gonna be the only thing on."

Sam turned back to look at the map Frank had given him. I laid my head back down, but just as I was about to close my eyes, I caught Dean lip-syncing to the song. I sat forward and tapped Sam on the shoulder to get his attention over to Dean. We both watched him for a Moment until he finally noticed and then stopped. After a Moment, he began bobbing his head to the music and lip-syncing again until he realized we hadn't stopped watching him, and he cleared his throat.

"Here," Sam said and turned off the radio and went back to his map, "Guys?"

"What?" Dean and I asked in unison.

"Jericho… The lady in white," Sam said, and I sat forward to look over his shoulder at the map, "Blackwater… Wendigo. Lake Manitoc…"

"The kid in the lake," I said.

"They're hitting towns we've worked jobs in?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded, "In order. Since the day I left Stanford with you."

"So, do they want us to find them?" I asked.

Sam shrugged, "Well, one way to find out. Next Case would be in… St. Louis.

"Perfect," Dean smiled, "Connor's Diner. Best burgers in St. Louis. Oh, I deserve something good in my life right now."

A half-hour or so later, Bobby called to let us know what he and Nate figured out about leviathan, and Sam put him on speaker.

"Choppin' their heads off won't kill 'em, but it'll slow 'em down pretty good," Bobby said, "'Til they fuse back up, anyhow."

"Well, that's something, I guess," Sam shrugged, "I mean, assuming we can even get close to them."

Bobby sighed, "Believe me, I don't want you walking right up to 'em, either. We're still looking for something you can shoot at 'em."

"Good times," Dean sighed, "Alright, thanks, Bobby."

"Hey, you take mayo, right, Bobby?" A woman's voice asked in the background.

Dean smiled and nodded, "You got a chick over there?"

"What?" Bobby snapped, "No."

"You got the kid doing all the work for you, Richard Gere?" Dean chuckled.

"Shut up, you idjit," Bobby said.

We all smirked at each other.

He sighed, "Where are you off to next?"

"Uh, St. Louis," Sam said, "That's where we—"

"It's too late," Bobby interrupted, "They hit St. Louis. Pumpkin-and-Honeybunny'd a diner there."

"Connor's Diner?" Dean asked quickly.

"Yeah. How'd you know?" Bobby asked.

"Lucky guess," Dean groaned, "Alright, so much for that."

Sam sighed, "I guess we're off to, uh… To Ankeny, Iowa. Call us if you get anything else."

"You got it," Bobby said.

Once we made it to Ankeny, Dean parked the car, and we walked across the street toward the Ankeny Hotel, where we had stayed when we were here before.

As we walked along the sidewalk, Dean tensed up, "Guys, guys. Hold up. Don't move. Don't move."

Sam and I looked around in confusion and watched as an all too familiar Impala drove by with the three of us in it. They did a U-turn and parked across the street.

"Oh, no. This is all sorts of wrong," Sam said.

"Those are nice wheels. Tell you what, when this is over, I'm stealing those rims," Dean said and pulled out his phone and made a call, "Bobby, we got eyes on them." (…) "It's like looking at a funhouse mirror." (…) "Alright, well, tell me you got something. Otherwise, we're gonna have to get in close."

We watched as the leviathan got out and pulled some things out of their trunk. We walked up the sidewalk a bit to get a better look at them when police sirens blared behind us, and a police car cut us off and blocked us on the street.

"Hang on," Dean said on the phone.

"Hands in the air!" The sheriff shouted at us.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean said as we raised our hands, "Big misunderstanding," He pointed at the leviathan, "Look, the guys you want—"

"Shut up!" The sheriff shouted.

"They're right there," Dean said and nodded at them.

"Shut up! Drop the phone," The sheriff instructed, and Dean did as he was told, "Put your hands in the air," He nodded at his deputies, "Cuff 'em."

As we were cuffed, the leviathan's smirked and nodded at us as they drove away.

Once we got to the station, we were manhandled out of their cars and into the building.

"Look, you're making a mistake. The real killers are back at the diner, okay?" Sam said urgently.

The sheriff chuckled, "Is that the best you can do?"

"I want my phone call," Dean demanded.

The sheriff nodded, "Oh, there'll be a call, to the FBI. Take him…" He pointed at Dean, "To cell number one. Take her…" He pointed at me, "To cell number two. Take that one…" He pointed at Sam," To the interview room. Once they're separate and secure, you boys call it a night."

The deputies shoved us away.

"You're making a mistake!" Sam shouted.

They pushed Dean and me into a separate room with three cells, they shoved Dean into one and me into the other.

"Hey, easy with her, man," Dean barked.

The deputies chuckled as they slammed the door shut behind me and then walked out.

I sighed and sat down on the bed in my cell, "Well, this is fun."

"We just have to figure out how to get out of here before those creeps get here," Dean said.

I shrugged, "Well, yeah, but how? For all we know, they could already be here."

Dean scoffed, "Love the positivity," When the sheriff walked in, he turned his attention to him, "Hey. I have a right to my phone call."

The sheriff furrowed his brow, "A right? You killed how many people last couple days, and you want me to hop-to on your rights?"

Dean shook his head, "I didn't—" He sighed, "Please… Just give me one— one phone call."

The sheriff hesitated and then turned around.

"Wait, please…" Dean sighed as the sheriff walked out. He shook his head, "Great," He sat down in disappointment.

"You get one call," The sheriff said as he walked back in, "Make it a good choice."

"Oh," Dean stood up, looking relieved, "Thank you so much."

The sheriff nodded, "Who do you want to talk to?" He asked as he pulled out Dean's phone.

"Bobby," Dean said.

The sheriff scrolled through the phone and then put it on speaker and held it for Dean.

"Guys?" Bobby asked as he answered the phone.

"Bobby, we got popped," Dean said.

"Okay," Bobby said, "I'll be there as soon as—"

"No, no, there's no time," Dean interrupted, "Look, we saw them. They saw us. So, we are coming to get us. You read me? Tell me you got something."

Bobby sighed, "There's a chemical… Sodium borate."

Dean furrowed his brow, "Okay, let me get Mr. Wizard on speed dial."

"No, no, it ain't as weird as it sounds," Bobby said.

I nodded, "It's in basically every industrial cleaner and soap."

Dean gave me a weird look.

"Exactly," Bobby said, "Just look for anything with the word Borax on it."

"You want us to 'Desperate Housewife' these mothers?" Dean asked.

"No, just trust me. It burns 'em bad enough to slow 'em down. So, get the strongest you can find. Hear me?" Bobby asked.

Dean nodded, "Borax. Burns. Got it."

"Then douse 'em, then get close, and then chop the heads off," Bobby instructed.

Dean nodded, "Got it."

"And keep the heads separate!" Bobby shouted.

Dean chuckled, "Bobby, you're a genius. Thanks. I—"

The sheriff snapped the phone shut with a horrified look on his face.

Dean furrowed his brow, "What'd you do that for?"

"Borax? Decapitation?" The sheriff shook his head, "What kind of sickos are you and your friends?" He turned and walked away.

"Hey, you listen to me," Dean said.

The sheriff paused and turned back to Dean.

"If you don't go get every ounce, every drop of whatever that stuff is in this place right now, we're all gonna die!" Dean yelled.

"Well, you're crazier than I thought," The sheriff scoffed and walked out.

"Hey!" Dean slammed on the bars.

I shrugged, "I mean in his defense it did sound kind of messed up."

Dean sighed and shook his head as he sat down on his bed in disappointment. We sat there for a few minutes until the sheriff walked back in looking horrified.

I stood up and walked over to the bars, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I—" The sheriff looked back over his shoulder, and Dean stood up, "It's just…" He shook his head, "I don't know what I just saw."

Dean nodded, "Let us out of here."

The sheriff quickly unlocked our cells and let us out.

"Okay, you listen to me, and we'll live," Dean said, and the sheriff nodded, "Alright, keep your head down, get to the supply closet. Get anything that says Borax on it… Bring it here. Now. Go."

The sheriff nodded and hurried off.

Dean put his hand on my shoulder and nodded at the door, "Come on."

I followed after him out into the main office area. One of the deputies had been partially eaten and left lying on a desk.

Dean walked up to him and pulled his gun out of his holster, "Sorry," He cringed, and then we turned to walk out, but Sam walked up, "Sammy," Sam glared at us, and Dean shook his head, "Not Sammy."

The leviathan me walked up, "Hi, twin," She smirked.

Dean stepped in front of me and started shooting at leviathan Sam. The leviathan stepped forward, knocked the gun out of Dean's hand, and easily threw him into a trophy cabinet. Then he turned to me and threw me over a desk. I smashed my back into the edge of the desk and flipped over the top of it. I grabbed my back in pain and peered around the corner as Dean stood up. He smashed through a glass cabinet containing an emergency ax.

"Cute," The leviathan Sam chuckled, "Really think you can get close enough to use it?"

"Boo!" The leviathan me yelled as she jumped on top of me while laughing. She put her hands around my throat and leaned in as I struggled to get away from her, "Don't be scared. I'm gonna save you from yourself."

"What?" I asked as I tried to push her away.

"Demon blood, really?" She scoffed, "After everything you saw your brother go through?" I continued trying to push her away, "Stop struggling… I know you crave it… I can feel it," She whispered, "There's something seriously wrong with you," We stared at each other for a Moment before her mouth started to open wide. Then her head hit the ground next to me.

"You okay?" Dean asked, holding his hand out to me, while the sheriff stood next to him with a container of laundry detergent.

I took it, and he pulled me up, "Yeah," I was a little worried that he might've heard what she said.

The sheriff handed the soap to Dean, who then passed it to me, and we walked over to the interrogation room.

"You ready?" Dean asked.

I nodded, and then he opened the door. Leviathan Dean was standing behind Sam but jumped when we charged into the room. I splashed the detergent on him, and then Dean cut his head off.

Dean sighed in relief, "Well, that felt good."

The sheriff walked over and unlocked Sam's handcuffs, "So… The FBI is on the way."

Dean nodded, "Yeah, listen, about that…"

The sheriff shrugged, "Whatever I can do… Especially if it involves lying about everything I just saw."

"Good. I was hoping you could help us kind of… Be dead," Dean shrugged, "You know, quote-unquote."

The sheriff nodded, "Yeah," He looked around the room at the black blood sprayed across the walls and ceiling, "Yeah, I should be able to swing that. Alright."

"Come on, let's grab a mop," Dean patted the table and turned to leave the room, but then paused to look at Sam, who still hadn't moved, "Sammy? You okay?"

Sam looked at Dean with an upset look in his eyes and then nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Let's go," Dean nodded and walked out.

Sam sat there for another Moment, his jaw tightening and untightening.

I furrowed my brow and looked out the door to make sure Dean was gone, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Sam turned to look at me and nodded, "Yeah."

I nodded, not believing him, and then squeezed his shoulder as I walked by.

After cleaning up the station with the sheriff, we grabbed the bodies and loaded them into our trunk and then took off. Then we rolled up next to a pier to dump the leviathan before heading back to Rufus's cabin.

Dean opened the trunk and unzipped the bag that had the leviathan heads in it, that still looked like us. He sighed, "Are you sure you want to dump these things? I'm thinking they might actually come in handy down the road. What do you think?"

"What could they be helpful for?" I asked.

Dean chuckled and shrugged, "I don't know," Then he looked at Sam, who had been leaning with his arms crossed on the roof of the hatchback, "Hey. What? What is it? Talk."

Sam shook his head, "Nothing."

Dean scoffed, "Well, that's convincing. Did monster-us give you the jeebs, huh? 'Cause I gotta be honest— I ain't looking in the mirror for— for a while myself."

I chuckled, "Yeah, seriously."

Sam straightened up and turned to face Dean, "Okay. You really want to know what's wrong?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, you know me… Here to help."

Sam nodded and scoffed, "'Here to help.' Kind of like you helped Amy?"

I furrowed my brow, "Wait, what happened?" I looked at Dean.

Dean glanced at me and sighed before looking back at Sam, "Listen, Sam…"

Sam shook his head, "Don't— Don't lie to me again. You promised straight to my face that you would leave her alone, but you went behind my back and killed her anyways."

My eyes widened in shock, and as I watched the interaction, confusion and anger rushed over me.

Dean stared at him, "Sam—"

Sam shook his head, "No, don't even talk to me. Yeah, I can't," He opened the back door and pulled out his bag, "You know what, Dean?" He turned and started walking away, "I can't."

Dean took a few steps forward, "You can't what?"

"I can't talk to you right now!" Sam shouted, "Dean…" He turned to look at him, "I can't even be around you right now!"

Dean shrugged, "Okay, so—"

"I think you should just go on without me," Sam said.

Dean paused for a long time and then finally nodded.

Sam shook his head, "Go."

"Alright. Sorry, Sam," Dean said and turned back to the trunk as Sam walked away. He sighed, "You wanna help me with this?"

I stood there for a Moment, trying to sort through everything in my head and then opened my door. I grabbed my bag out of the back and started walking after Sam.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked, frustration in his voice.

I looked over my shoulder at him, "Isn't it obvious?" I turned and started jogging after Sam so I could catch up with him. When I finally reached him, I was slightly out of breath, "Sam—"

He sighed, "Maddi… I'm not going back.

"And I'm not asking you to," I said. He looked down at me as we walked, I could see how upset he really was before he looked away. I wrapped my arm around his and rested my head on his arm as we continued to walk.