GAMBLING WITH THE DEVIL

CHAPTER 2:

JOHN'S POV

I only flinched a little when the doctor pulled the glass out of my lower right arm, but it still hurt like hell. When he was finished he allowed me to walk down to my 'so called son's' room. Room 494. I walked through the open door to only find Sam sitting on the edge, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He looked up at the sound of footsteps. I stopped when I saw his red puffy eyes and tear stained checks.

" Dean's dead," he said.

"I.. I.. I..." I had no idea what to say, "I'm sorry..."

" That's all you can say?" By now, Sam was standing with his hands balled in to fists, "That's all you can say after what had happened. You watched your oldest son die and you can't even remember? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

"Sam, I..."

" You are so obsessed with killing this demon that it costs Dean his life! Doesn't that mean anything to you? Do you even care? Mom wouldn't have wanted this; neither would Jess!"

"Sam, I don't even Know these people."

" What about mom, huh? She's supposed to be reason for still living, to 'avenge' her death!"

"I was knocked up side the head a little to hard and you expect me to even know what you keep screaming at me for! Hell, I don't even know if your really my son, let alone that other man!"

"How can you even say that?" Sam had tears rolling down his check, "If you really cared about us, you'd be able to remember."

"I'm sorry" That was all I could say.

SAM'S POV

The funeral seemed like an eternity. I stood on one side of the grave; dad on the other as Dean's lifeless body was lowered in a casket in to the deep grave below the concrete head stone next to mom's. My eyes swelled with tears has the dirt was knocked into the hole. I was never going to see my big bro again. As much as I hated his smirk, I would give any thing to see it one last time.

"Hey" Dad was now standing next to me, " You wanna go grab some lunch. Maybe talk some things over? Maybe you can fill me in on my life."

God, I whish Dean was here. He knows more about dad then I ever will. "Sure." I turned and began walking towards the black f-150, the rental car. The impala, Dean's most prized possession, was sitting in a near by junk yard. I guess I'll began saving up my cash to fix it. Just a small favor for Dean.

JOHN'S POV

"So, this demon thing, killed my wife Mary, your girlfriend Jess, and my oldest son Dean?"I was still confused on this whole demon hunting thing. It still seemed like it was more like horror story than the real thing.

"Almost. It did kill Mom and Jess, but just almost killed Dean. The autopsy report said it was the car crash that, well, finished the job." Sam looked down at the table as he said this.

"Right...so how did Dean feel about all this–I mean the demon and all?"

"Honestly, it was his life but for a different way. Dean did it for you and me and for anyone else in our situation."

I began to feel a little uneasy talking about all of this since I really didn't feel like Dean's father or Sam's for that matter. On the other hand something deep down was forcing me to learn the truth. That maybe Sam's not crazy and all this is true.

DEAN'S POV (in limbo)

I'm dead...I have to be. I was no longer among the living, as some like to say. Whiteness surrounded me, and that was pretty much it. To be honest, it wasn't half bad, but sadly no Metallica.

"So, I'm dead. Really? Man!" Right about that time I see a medium sized, sleazy looking man with slicked back hair. He looked all cocky with a cigar hanging out of his mouth and his little a pin striped suit.

"Who the hell are you?"

"The name's Lucifer."