They woke up early in the morning, neither of them had really slept, they were too wound up, too stressed, too everything to really sleep.
Today was the day that it was going to end, one way or another. Either it was going to work and they'd get their mom back, or it would backfire on them and kill the both of them.
It would get them back to Mary in the end so it was a win no matter what.
Before the sun was even rising they were back on the road, intent on getting to Lawrence as soon as they could. The official time was noon but they wanted that little bit of peace before everything else went to hell.
They held hands as Dean drove them, the both of them gripping tightly at the other as they stared ahead of them. Neither spoke, the radio wasn't on, nothing but the comforting sound of the engine roaring as she got them to where they needed to be.
They stopped momentarily for a breakfast that neither really wanted but had anyway. They couldn't taste anything that they ate and if pressed, they weren't even sure of what they had ordered. Both of them were lost in their own and each other's thoughts, unable to break free of the fear that was slowly crawling up inside of them.
There weren't many times they had been afraid in their lives. They knew their own power and they knew what they were able to do, they were superior to a lot of demons and those that were better than them had no reason to have anything to do with them.
The only time that Dean could honestly say that he had been afraid was when Sam had gotten stabbed by that demon killing knife back in Singer's house. He had been terrified of losing his brother, his other half, and that kind of fear he hadn't been able to shake ever since then. It was something he'd never experienced before and he had no desire to do so again.
So doing this, doing something that they had no idea whether was going to work, doing something that could very well kill the both of them?
Well, that was enough to start to make the both of them very, very nervous.
It was something they knew that they've been building up towards. It was the end result of a long con, it was the very thing they have been working towards and wanting to reach.
They just never thought that it was going to be like this.
Too soon they reached Lawrence and went straight to Stull Cemetery to get everything ready. Parking the car close enough to move back and forth to they started to take everything they needed out of the trunk.
Dean carefully placed the souls on the ground as Sam cleared a spot for him to draw the necessary summoning circle and runes. Carefully and reverently he reached into the bag that contained the little bits of their mother they had left and placed them, the shirt and the hairbrush, in the middle on the ground.
They stopped when they heard the sound of a car approaching them and looked up towards the source of the noise. When the truck stopped and John Winchester came out, their fingers itched to make the final count of souls two hundred and twenty three.
"How the fuck are you here?" Dean asked, turning to face him as Sam focused on the runes once more, he needed to make sure that everything was right. "Who the fuck told you about this?"
"I did." came Meg's voice. The brothers glanced where she had appeared, the gravel crunching under her feet. "I thought it would be best for him to see what happens."
"Its none of his fucking business what we do!" Dean exclaimed. "Meg you had no right!"
Meg moved her jaw side to side. "I didn't want to." she finally said. "But I was told to, that's it."
Dimly they could hear a far off church bell ring as the clock struck twelve and exactly on time the air around them became heavily with sulfur as the four Princes arrived.
Sam stood up and the both of them straightened, they and Meg turned to face the Princes, heads bowed.
"Oh look, an audience." Dagon said, her eyes on John who seemed frozen in place as he stared back at the four yellow eyed demons in front of him.
"He's not just an audience, he's the broodmare of my daughter." Azazel told her in amusement. "Good girl Meg."
"No matter, he's not why we're here." Ramiel said, clapping his hands together in front of him. He smirked when Sam and Dean flinched slightly at the sound. "Boys? Time to get the show on the road."
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