Part Eight: The Things That We Do

"What?" Sam cried, "you can't ask us to do that….Robin would…"

"Promise me?" Lucas asked, stretching out his hand to Dean.

"Dean, you can't…"

"Ok, I promise."

"Dean!"

"Good. Back at my house, I have a gun. It has 3 silver bullets but hopefully you won't need all of them…" Lucas said, clutching the man's hand tightly in his.

"Ok…" was all Dean could say, his mind was reeling.

He knew that Sam didn't understand that in life, there were times when there wasn't a happy ending. His brother may have had tragedy written all over his life but he knew that deep down Sam was an optimist and believed that in the end, he would all work out. But he was more realistic than that, he knew life wasn't a journey to a blissful goal but a fight with no reward. All you could do was what was needed, and hope that would be enough and that's why he had said yes. He had seen that understanding in Lucas' eyes, he had seen him in that boy.

"Dean!" Sam shouted again, walking over to his brother and pulling him up, "what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm…" but he stopped as Robin entered the room.

"Hey boys…what's going on?" she said, trying to sound happy.

"Nothing…" they all muttered together.

"Lucas…how are you feeling?" the woman asked, going to her husband's side.

"I'm fine…" the man answered, wanting to sound cold even though all he wanted was to hold her.

"I've been talking to the doctor and he says, we can go home…back to New York. I was thinking we could head out tomorrow morning…what do you think?" Robin said, pinching her leg to stop herself from crying.

"Can we go back to the cabin tonight, one last time?"

"Umm…I don't know, it would probably be best if you stay so the doctors can watch you…"

"Please…"

And as Lucas' eyes softened towards her, Robin couldn't deny him anything.

"Robin…" Sam started, wondering whether he should tell her what his brother and her husband were planning.

"I'll walk you two, to your car," the girl stated, getting up, "I'll just be a minute, Lucas."

The brothers sensed that Robin had something important to say so obediently followed her. As Dean looked back one last time at Lucas, he saw the man mouth, 'midnight' to him and he knew that tonight was going to be hell.

"So…" Robin started, as they approached the impala.

"We can help," Sam cut in.

The girl smiled, "you two have done enough for me. I can handle it now."

"But Lucas…he's a werewolf," Sam spluttered.

Robin took a breath before speaking again, "I talked to the doctor, and he thinks Lucas has a mental disorder called clinical lycanthropy. He's not a werewolf, he's just sick."

"You really believe that, after everything?" Dean asked, not looking at the girl. He couldn't face her knowing what he was going to do.

"I choose the lesser of two evils."

"But Robin…it's not true," Sam mumbled.

"And you know that for sure?" the girl retorted.

"Yes."

"Sam…if this was Jessica, would you be so sure?"

"It's not the same thing…"

"How isn't it? I love Lucas like you loved Jessica and if you could believe that there was a chance that they weren't some sort of monster, wouldn't you believe it? Wouldn't you?" Robin insisted, staring at the boy with her desperate eyes.

The Winchesters both had no more words, no more arguments to put forth, it was done. Robin was blinded by her love and Lucas had asked for their help.

The girl could see that the conversation was over, so she opened the door and pulled out her canvas bag and slowly unzipped it. Inside, she took out the money bag and held it out to Dean.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me…"

But Dean didn't take the money, how could he take payment from this girl?

"Please take it…"

"No, Robin," Dean muttered, pushing it away.

The girl sighed heavily before throwing it into the back of the car, "too late now."

"Robin…"

"Hey, if you're ever in New York, look me up, I'd really like to see you both again," Robin said softly, standing in front of them awkwardly, not knowing whether to hug them or not.

"Yeah, maybe one day…" Dean muttered, opening the door of the impala.

"Bye, Robin," Sam said, smiling one last time.

The girl nodded and said her final goodbye before walking back to the hospital, where she found silent tears were running down her face.

The two brothers sat in silence all the way back to the motel, neither able to think of the right words to say to each other. The money bag in the back burning a hole in the seat, screaming murder in Dean's ears.

As they entered their room, Dean fell onto his bed and let his thumping head rest on the pillow. Sam watched him, seeing the weight on his shoulders but still, he couldn't believe that Dean was going to shoot Lucas.

"Tonight, Sam. Midnight," the man said suddenly, his eyes closed.

"What? We're not seriously going to do this, are we?" Sam said, the anxiousness in his voice rising.

"We have to."

"No, we don't have to! There must be another way…there is always another way," Sam rambled, opening his laptop.

"Sam…" Dean sighed, "it's what Lucas wants."

"And what about Robin? What about what she wants? You know how much she loves him, she'd…"

"Get over it."

"No! She wouldn't…she would never get over you killing her husband!" Sam shouted, his face turning red.

"Stop it, Sam…"

"Stop what? I don't understand what's wrong with you? Why are you so happy to just shoot him? Why, tell me?" the boy yelled, pulling his brother up from the bed.

"Because he's already dead!"

Sam felt his breath start to subside as the words started to sink in.

"Can't you see how much this is destroying him? Everyday, he's breaking down piece by piece and losing this fight. Even if we found a way out, what life would he have after that? He'll be haunted by the things he's seen, the people that have been hurt, and it'll slowly poison him, and Robin will wonder everyday if she did the right thing and it'll crush her when she finally realises that Lucas isn't coming back, and then it will be like he died. All he wants to do now is to stop the person he loves the most from getting hurt…and I'm sorry, Sam if you don't understand that, but he asked for my help and I'm not going to say no."

"But Dean…he's asking you to kill him. It's not like vanquishing a demon; you're actually taking a gun and murdering a human being."

"I know, Sam…I know," the man said, getting up and walking into the bathroom and as he looked at his reflection, he found himself shaking. Was he really ready for this?

"Are you ok, Lucas?" Robin asked quickly, as she helped him into the house.

"Yes…bit tired. Might sleep for a while."

The girl agreed and began to help him up the stairs to his room; as she lay him down on the bed, she saw the frail man in front of her and she felt every piece of her shattering in pain.

"Do you need anything?" Robin asked, as she stroked his hair.

Lucas shook his head, and thought how nice it felt to have Robin's hand on him again. He was going to miss it, even in paradise.

"Ok, I'll be right back."

And she made her way down to the kitchen for a glass of water and air. As she stood in the peace of the forest night, she could feel a sense of dread building in her at the thought of what was going to happen in the future. What surprises and heartaches would she have to survive?

Robin walked back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, putting her glass down on the side table.

"It's going to be ok, Lucas. I promise," she whispered, gazing down at her husband.

Lucas looked up at her eyes and wanted so badly to believe her, to tell her that they could make it work but he couldn't lie to her.

"I'm cold, could you get me another blanket from the hall cupboard, please," he said, drinking in her smell before it was too late.

"Yeah, sure," Robin replied, kissing him before she left.

The man felt her tender lips on his and he captured the moment in his mind like taking a photograph. This was the image he would die with, he thought to himself.

As the girl left the room, Lucas quickly took out his sleeping pills from the bedside table and slipped one into Robin's drink. He wasn't taking any chances.

Dean and Sam drove up carefully to the house, as midnight struck the town of Boulder. When they approached the door, they could already see Lucas sitting on the porch, a heavy blanket wrapped around him.

"Where's Robin?" Sam asked, still believing that a solution would arrive before it was too late.

"She's asleep. I slipped her a sedative," Lucas answered, struggling to stand up.

"Easy now…" Dean whispered, helping the man to his feet.

"Here…" Lucas said, thrusting a revolver into the older Winchester's hand.

Dean nodded and slotted it into the top of his jeans. His heart beginning to beat faster with every minute.

"So where we going to do this?" Sam asked sharply, staring at the two men, trying to burn some reason into them with his eyes.

"I know somewhere…" Lucas mumbled, staggering off the porch. He could feel the beast beating down on his heart, fighting to be released.

"Lead the way then," Dean said, putting an arm around the man to help him walk.

Sam trailed behind, thinking up a plan of attack; he couldn't let his brother do this, he couldn't let Robin lose her husband, not when he could stop it.

Writer's note: LOL, Pure, it has to end sometime. But yeah, I do feel bad about Lucas, and it only gets worse to be honest. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.