No you don't know what it's like

Tears have the ability to make people forget about their anger, purpose and lose themselves in comforting the crying person.

Dean used to react like that. Used being the key word.

His voice was empty when he spoke up" Finish it."

The fear flashed once again in the eyes" What? I told you the truth!"

" I don't care."

And the worst part...he truly didn't.

"You son of a bitch. You promised."

Promises are meant to be broken. I learned that long ago" I lied! Sam?"

His brother was lost in thoughts.

"Sam!"

He held his anger under control and moved to him.

His voice growing harder and stronger with every passing moment.

"Read."

Sam was one steep from running away. Dean saw it in his face.

Samuel Winchester had that habit. When thins got hard, he wants to run.

"We can still use her—find out where the demon is."

Always looking for an escape. Dean was both jealous and irritated of that.

At the moment he was irritated"She doesn't know."

Sam was never good at giving up a fight. Especially when it was about something he didn't like but knew he had to do" She lied!"

The years trained control snapped and Dean was drowning in his usually suppressed anger.

"Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We've got to help her."

Bobby spoke up for the first time in minutes"You're gonna kill her."

Dean's eyes snapped to the older man.

"What?"

Bobby was looking at them sadly"You said she fell from a building. That girl's body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it, the girl is gonna die."

He was one steep from totally loosing it.

One steep...

"Listen to me, both of you, we are not gonna leave her like that."

"She is a human being."

...half a steep...

"And we're gonna put her out of her misery.

Bobby and Sam both knew he was right. He turned to his brother.

"Sam, finish it."

...and he was there. His boiling point was reached.

The younger man glanced at the girl not far away, trying to get free.

"Finish it."

Last chance Samuel.

Lucky for all of them Sam continued reading.


Welcome to my life

"You meet someone like her, ever make you wonder if it's worth it? Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do? "

Yes Dean knew she was the one worth leaving this life for.

But it was too late for him. Maybe 10 years ago he would have been able to walk away but now...it was too late. Way too late.

How can you put on hold something that's a part of you?

So he did what he did best. Escape the topic and evade it's resurfacing.

He smiled, the sunglasses hiding his conflicted emotions. Sam wanted to chew on this but he didn't. Not now, not ever. He slided into the role of the laid-back smart alec Sam knew.

"Wake me up when it's my turn to drive."


No one ever lied straight to your face

"Your dad? He's in here with me—trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi", by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."

I know.

I failed.

The hunt always comes first.

I'm sorry dad...but to me family is always first.


And no one ever stabbed you in the back

The shot sent him backwords, the fake wall falling down under his weight.

His brother, his only family left, the 'kid' he practically raised himself stared down at him with pure hate.

Never saw that coming.


You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay

"If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you. "

For a moment Dean though about letting it go. But he was like a dog with a favorite bone. Sam claimed that when they were younger.

So he pulled it again. Sam grabbed the string and pulled it again ending the laughter. Dean gave a laugh of his own.

"Come on, man. You need more laughter in your life, you know, you're way too tense."

Sam glared at him as he turned the computer to him. He started reading "We have learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdoch has a fatal fear of firearms." All right. How long do we wait?"

Sam closed the laptop" Long enough for the new story to spread and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall, iron rounds will work on the sucker. "

About time, how folks do this normal - boring - life shit?

"Sweet. "

He taped his bottle against Sam's and took a gulp of the beer,; warm beer.

He noticed Sam smirking. He went to put the bottle down, but it was stuck. The little shit glued it.

" You didn't."

Sam raised the little bottle of superglue.

That little...brat...

"Oh, I did."

Dean stared at him in shock.

Sam pulled the string and the wooden fisherman begins to laugh. The sound suddenly not so funny to Deanwho was trying to remove the damn bottle off his palm. Sam joined in with his own laugh.


Everybody always gave you what you wanted

"I want Lucky Charms."

He sighted" There's no more Lucky Charms."

But as always Sammy never gave up when he wanted something" I saw the box."

His irritation grew" Okay, maybe there is, but there's only enough left for one bowl, and I haven't had any yet."

But like he always did, his little brother gave him the 'sad' look in his eyes...and as always Deangave in and took the bowl of Spaghetti O's from the table. He dumped them in the garbage can and took out a new bowl. He grabbed the box of Lucky Charms and slammed them on the table.


You never had to work it was always there

"Saved your ass! Talked the sheriff down to a fine. Dude, I am Matlock."

About time he get's arrested.

"But how?"

He held in a laugh.

" I told him you were a dumbass pledge and that we were hazing you."

But as usual Sam couldn't just let it slide.

"What about the shotgun?"

Dean sighted.

" I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank."

His sibling glanced at him" And he believed you?"

The picture of Sam in the jail cell improved Dean's bad mood.

"Well, you look like a dumbass pledge."


You don't know what it's like, what it's like

The reported was looking in the camera "An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home."

His fucking picture was on every screen. He pushed the feeling of uneasy away knowing his brother would detect it.

If he couldn't panic...then he could joke.

"Man! That's not even a good picture. "

He felt his brother glancing around, nervous as hell.

To be hurt

One moment he was calming down his adrenaline full heart and in the next he was hitting the closet.


To feel lost

" I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna rip the bones from your body."

"No, you're gonna burn in hell—unless you tell us where our dad is."

She didn't speak, only glared at him.

"Well, at least you'll get a nice tan."

He gave Sam a silent nod.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus , omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio, et secta diabolica."

Meg suddenly screamed.

She was almost breaking down...

" He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat.

Not many things managed to truly push Dean Winchester over the edge. But she just managed to find one.

Dean Winchester when truly angry was dangerous. Not even older, experienced hunters like Caleb or Bobby were crazy enough to go against him when he was like that.

Green eyes were slowly turning black with rage, he felt both Bobby and Sam shifting on their feel nervously.

He was beyond caring if he was scaring them.

His entire world was on the evil in the body of an innocent tied to the chair in front of him.

"For your sake, I hope you're lying. 'Cause if it's true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself, and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God."

He moved away from her, but not before catching a flicker of fear in it's eyes.

And with good reason.

Because every word he just said was the truth.