A/N

Alright, so I said I wasn't going to finish this. But you know what, I'm trying. It's been bugging me that I didn't finish it, so sorry if it's a crap ending or whatever. But this is what I got. Btw, it's not meant as suicidal thoughts, it's different, I swear. You just got to stretch your mind for me…

Chapter Thirteen

By the time Sam had reached the impala, it had gotten dark. Dean had sent him up to get the car and of course the weapons. Dean had said he should stick around to watch everything at the house, but when Sam was half way through his trek, he realized Dean just didn't want to hike back up. As Sam walked by the lake, and noticed the sun going down, he made his way running to the car. At a fast speed he started up the car and maneuvered it around trees back towards the lake. As soon as the lake was in sight, he stopped the car and got out. Sam walked to the front of the car and sat down on the dashboard.

"Wow, if Dean saw me doing this I'd be dead," he was talking to no one at all. For a minute, he watched the sun go down. He pretended that he didn't have to make it back down to kill some paranormal thing. For a single moment, Sam pretended that everything was okay.

……………………….

As soon as he heard the sound of his dear beloved impala, he jumped up. As he moved down the hall at a full on sprint, Dean burst the door open to find Sam barely making it out of the driver's seat.

"Sam, inside now," Dean called as Sam threw him the keys. "Watch the girl, I'll get the stuff. Here take this."

Sam caught the shotgun and moved inside the house, back towards to closet down the hall. Dean, still in his rush, started digging through the weapons hidden in the trunk looking for whatever he might need.

Dean quickly made his way back down the hall. Performing an exorcism would be easy; they had even done it on a plane going down. Dean quickly placed everything on the ground in the doorway of the closet.

"Dean…"

"What Sam?"

"We don't have the much time."

"I'm fully aware of that Sherlock."

"No Dean, you don't understand," Dean ignored Sam's comment. It was irrelevant. All he wanted to do was get this over with, and now they knew how to. "Dean just listen to me for a second! This is important. You think you know everything, but trust me I know something you're going to want to know."

"Make it quick, Snappy," that only resolved to Sam sending daggers in Dean's direction. Sam vaguely remembered watching Snappy the Dinosaur on TV when he was stuck in the motel rooms while Dean and John were hunting.

"The minute I was sent back from the place, it started a countdown."

"Yeah well I think that's the least of our worries Sam. Think about it this way, those other people didn't die until a week at the least after it happened. You still got time, don't wet yourself over it."

"Dean, that's not the point. Obviously this was before it was being threatened. Don't you think it'll change it's time span now?"

"Sam look, there's nothing we can do about it. We're doing everything we can already, and trust me; I'm going as fast as I can."

"But maybe we shouldn't…" Now Dean stopped what he was doing. With a single movement, he slammed the closet door shut so Nina could not hear any more of their conversation, and spun around getting up to face Sam.

"Maybe we shouldn't what?" No answer. "Sam, spit it out."

"Maybe we just shouldn't do anything this time…"

"Sam-"

"No wait! Don't say anything. Just listen for a second. Dean we're not getting anywhere. We've found dad sure, and maybe he's got a lead on the thing that killed Mom, but Dean we're just as close as three years ago. Dad may know something, but he doesn't want us to know. And he's told us a million times that it's powerful, and dangerous, and what not. He's told a million times that it's not going to be easy. Well Dean, what if we do find it? What if it kills us? I don't know about you, but I'd much rather be killed by something that didn't have anything to do with this demon. It just makes sense, why give it what it wants? It probably knows what's going to happen, dad even said so himself, it's smart. I'm not saying I want to die though, but come on. This is one hunt that would be painless to die in. And I don't know it just seems like we're running cold water all the time, I'm getting sick of it. I'm getting sick of going nowhere, we're nothing anymore Dean. I don't want-"

"Stop it. That's enough Sam."

"But Dean, it would make it easier to kill it. I know it would. And plus, after you kill this thing, you and Dad can go kill the demon, you guys don't need me."

"Yes Sam, we need you."

"No you don't, you guys hunted without me before, you'll be fine."

"Sam, sure we could hunt without you, but come on. Three's better than two. And plus, we don't just need you for the hunt."

"What else do you need me for?"

"Sam-"

"Fine, we'll do it your way. But after this, I'm gone."

It was right then that Dean truly realized, the one thing he was afraid of, was coming true. And that's when he realized that he had lied. Dean remembers when he told a little four year old Sammy, that nightmares didn't come true. But that was a lie.