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Chapter 30- Hellhound on my Trail
"So much for a low profile," Sam stated typing away on his laptop as we sat in a booth at a sixties themed diner.
"Why's that?" I asked as Dean took a few fries off my plate.
"Dean has a warrant out for his arrest in St. Louis and he is officially on the feds database."
"Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something," Dean smirked as he grabbed more fires off my plate.
"Dean, it's not funny," Sam sighed.
"And stop taking my food," I said as I swatted his hand away.
"Guys, it's going to make the job that much harder, we have to be more careful now," Sam continued.
"Well, what do they have on you?" I asked as I stole a crouton off of Sam's salad.
"I'm sure they just didn't post it yet," Sam mumbled as he moved the salad out of my reach as I went for another.
"No accessory? Nothing?" Dean questioned.
"Shut up."
"Oh my God, you're jealous," I laughed.
"No I'm not!" Sam argued.
"Uh-huh, alright," I said in an unbelieving tone, "What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young man, you?"
Sam sighed loudly as he closed his laptop and pulled out the papers he had printed earlier about the case, "Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed."
"Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it…that's classy," Dean commented.
"Well, you know all about classy," I said motioning to the ketchup on the side of his face before looking across the table to Sam, "When did he call animal control?"
"Two days earlier."
"Did he actually say black dog?" Dean questioned as he wiped his face off.
"Yeah," Sam nodded, "A vicious, wild, black dog. The authorities couldn't find it, no one else saw it; in fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town. After that, no more calls, he doesn't show up for work, two days later he takes the swan dive."
"Do you think we're dealing with an actual black dog?" I asked quickly sneaking another crouton.
"Well, maybe."
"What's the lore on it?" Dean asked taking the last fry on my plate.
"It's all pretty vague. I mean there are spectral black dogs all over the world but some say they're animal spirits, others say death omens," I replied.
"Whatever they are, they're big…nasty," Sam added handing a picture of one he found on line over to Dean.
"Yeah, but I bet they could hump the crap out of your leg," Dean smirked as he stared at the picture.
I tried to grab another crouton but Sam pulled his salad away, "Stop it! You have your own!"
"Dean ate my fries!"
"And they were good too," Dean smiled as the waitress dropped off the check.
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"So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?" Sam questioned as we stood in the man's kitchen.
"This house is amazing," I whispered to Dean who rolled his eyes.
"That's right," the man answered, "Now one more time, this is for?"
"A tribute to Mr. Boyden, Architectural Digest," Dean replied and the man let out a small laugh.
"This funny to you?" I asked confused.
"No, it's just…a tribute. See, Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind…well, he gets another tribute."
"Any idea why he'd do such a thing?" Sam questioned.
"I…I have no clue. I mean he lived a charmed life."
"How so?" Dean asked.
"He was a flat out genius. I mean, I'm capable but next to him, I…and it wasn't always that way either."
"No?" I questioned.
"You want to know the truth? There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago he's working as a bartender at this place called Lloyd's…a complete dive."
"Ok…so what changed?" I asked.
"You got me. But overnight, he gets this huge commission and he starts designing…he starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like, the level of Van Gogh and Mozart," he replied pausing for a moment before continuing, "It's funny, true geniuses, they seem to die young don't they? To have that kind of talent, why just throw it away?
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"So…you're feeling alright lately, right?" Sam asked as we waited in the car while Dean went in to talk to the Animal Protection Agency.
"Yeah, must have been some bug," I answered going back to my magazine.
"Good…good," Sam said nodding his head.
"Was there something else?" I asked as I absentmindedly flipped the pages.
"It's just…I mean…" Sam said stumbling over his words.
"Spit it out Sam," I sighed.
"You're getting a little trigger happy don't you think?" he asked turning around in the seat to look at me.
"What?" I questioned.
"Well, Weber or Ansem Weems or whatever his name was and that detective…" Sam started.
"If I hadn't shot them they would have shot you!" I argued.
"They were people, Leah!"
"So, what…next time you want me to stand by and watch?" I yelled.
"I'm just worried about you," Sam remarked.
"No you're worried that I'm turning into some kind of killer…the same thing you are worried about turning into," I stated before leaning back against the seat and staring out the window as Dean slid into the driver's seat.
"Secretary's name is Carly. She's twenty three…she, uh, kayaks and they're real," Dean smirked but when neither of us made a comment he knew something had happened, "What's going on?"
"Nothing," Sam sighed.
"Uh-huh," Dean said looking between Sam and me, "Well, I got a list of complaints for anything big, black or dog-like in the last week. There are nineteen calls in all and she gave me this," Dean said as he handed me a post-it note, "I don't know what that is."
"It's her twitter screen name," I answered handing it back.
"She said I should follow her…seriously, is it some sort of porn site or something?" Dean questioned, he was clueless.
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"I swear if this is another fucking Pomeranian barking in the neighbor's yard," I complained as we walked up the pathway of the fourteenth house on the list.
"What are you going to do, shoot 'em?" Sam asked in a low voice.
"Don't start," I warned as Dean knocked on the door.
A young woman opened the door and stared at the three of us expectantly.
"Afternoon ma'am, Animal control," Dean said as we showed her our ID's.
"Oh, someone already came yesterday."
"We're just following up. We're looking for D. Sylvia Pearlman," Sam said.
"The doctor, well…she…I don't know exactly when she'll be back, she left two days ago," the woman said as she led us into the kitchen.
"Ok…and you are?" Dean questioned.
"I'm Ms. Pearlman's maid."
"Must be nice," I scoffed.
"So where did the doctor go?" Sam asked while giving me a death glare for my comment.
"I'm not sure. She just packed and went, she didn't say where. That stray dog, did you find it finally?"
"Oh, not yet. You know, you didn't ever happen to see the dog yourself, did you?" Sam asked as I walked over to a cork board in the kitchen to look at the doctor's pictures.
"Well, no I never even heard it. I was almost starting to think the doctor was imagining things, but she's not like that, so…"
"Hey, you know I read she was chief surgeon at the hospital. She's got to be what, forty two…forty three? That's pretty young for that job," Dean brought up.
"Youngest in the history of the place. She got the job…ten years ago."
"An overnight success…ten years ago," Sam repeated glancing over to Dean and I.
"Yeah we know a guy like that," Dean nodded.
"Guys look at this," I said as I took one of the pictures off the board of the doctor and some of her friend's at a bar. I turned the picture over and it read, 'Lloyd's bar'.
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We pulled up to Lloyd's and started walking towards the front door when Dean stopped us.
"Hey."
"What?" Sam questioned as we stopped.
"That's weird," Dean mumbled as he stood in the middle of the deserted intersection a turned completely around.
"What?" I asked this time still not catching on to what he was talking about.
"Think someone planted these?" Dean questioned motioning to the yellow flowers growing on either side of the road.
"In the middle of all these weeds?" Sam questioned.
"These are…uh…what do you call them?" Dean asked.
"Yarrow flowers," I replied simply.
"Aren't they used in certain rituals?" Dean asked.
"Yeah…actually, summoning rituals," I answered knowing it was one of the ingredients I had used to summon yellow eyes.
"So, two people become sudden successes about ten years ago, right around the time they were hanging out at Lloyd's," Dean started.
"Where there just happens to be a crossroads," Sam finished.
"You think?" I asked.
"Let's find out," Dean replied as he walked over to the center of the crossroads and looked around, "This seem about the dead center to you?"
"Do I look like a compass to you?" I asked sarcastically.
"He didn't ask where north is," Sam retorted.
"A math compass, you ass," I sneered as Dean started digging, "You know the one with the pencil that helps you draw a circle."
"Yahtzee," Dean exclaimed as he pulled out a small rusted box and opened it as Sam and I got closer.
"I'd be willing to bet that's graveyard dirt," Sam said as he took out a small glass jar from the box, "and a black cat bone."
"That's serious spell work. I mean, that's Deep South hoodoo stuff," Dean commented.
"Used to summon a demon," I stated.
"Not just summon one," Sam corrected me, "Crossroads are where pacts are made. These people are actually making deals with the damn thing."
"You know, cause that always ends good," Dean scoffed.
"They're seeing dogs alright but not block dogs, they're seeing hellhounds," I realized, "Demonic pit bulls."
"Yeah, whoever this demon is it's back and it's collecting," Dean said.
"And that doctor lady, wherever she is running…she isn't running fast enough," I added.
"So it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, selling your soul at the crossroads, kind of deal?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah, except that wasn't a legend. I mean you know his music," Dean replied and Sam just shrugged.
"You don't know Robert Johnson's songs?" I asked incredulously.
"Oh and the girl who was blaring Joan Jett this morning does?" Sam shot back.
"Sam, there's occult references all over his lyrics," I explained, "Crossroad blues…Me and the Devil Blues…Hellhound on my Trail?"
"The story goes," Dean continued, "he died choking on his own blood, he was hallucinating and muttering about big evil dogs."
"And now it's happening all over again," Sam nodded finally catching up, "We've got to figure out if anyone else struck any bargains around here."
"Great," I scoffed, "So we've got to clean up these peoples' mess for them? I mean they're not exactly squeaky clean."
"So what, we should just let them die?" Sam questioned.
"Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you going to jump in and try to save them?" I argued.
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed.
"Alright, fine," Dean said.
"What?!" I yelled, "Nobody put a gun to their head and forced them to play 'Let's Make a Deal'."
"You know it's the right thing to do," Dean stated.
"Rituals like this, you've got to put your own photo into the mix, right?" Sam asked me and I just stared at him with my arms crossed.
"Leah…" Dean sighed and I gave a small nod after rolling my eyes.
"So this guy probably summoned this thing, let's go and see if anyone inside knows him," Sam suggested.
"If he's still alive," I muttered under my breath as I walked to the entrance of the bar with both brothers following.
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"What's this guy's name again?" Sam asked we climbed the stairs of a very old apartment building.
"George Darrow," Dean answered, "Apparently quite the regular at Lloyd's. Though this house probably ain't up next on MTV Crib's, is it?"
"When do you watch MTV?" I asked.
"I don't," he replied quickly, "probably just saw it when you were watching it once."
"Uh-huh."
"So, whatever deal he made wasn't for cash," Sam said as we turned to corner and started on another flight of stairs.
"Maybe his place is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis," Dean smirked and Sam sighed, "No, I'm just saying this guy's got one epic bill coming due, hope he at least asked for something fun."
"Why are we taking the stairs again?" I asked as we started on yet another flight.
"No elevator," Sam answered.
"And what floor are we going to?" I questioned.
"Fourth," Sam answered again.
"Is your knee bothering you?" Dean asked putting his hand on my elbow.
"I'm fine," I sighed moving my arm out of his grasp and pushing past Sam. I really wasn't trying to be a bitch or give attitude towards either of them but I couldn't understand why we had to clean up after these people. If I ever made one of these pacts I would just deal with it not pray that someone came in to save me from my own decision.
"Look at that," Sam said pointing to the bottom of the door pulling me out of my thoughts.
"What is that, pepper?" Dean asked as we looked at the black line.
The door suddenly opened causing me to jump a little, "Who the hell are you?"
"George Darrow?" Dean questioned.
"I'm not buying anything," the man stated.
"Looks like you went for the wrong shaker there," I mentioned pointing to the black line, "Usually when you want to keep something evil out you go for the salt."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"We're talking about this," Dean said holding up the small old picture we had found at the crossroads.
"You see the hellhound yet?" I questioned.
"Look, we want to help," Sam added, "Please, just five minutes."
George opened the door completely so that we could come into his studio apartment. It was filled with paintings; some completed some half done and artifacts that looked to be from all over the world. There was music playing softly from an old record as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.
"So…what is that stuff out front?" Sam asked breaking the silence.
"Goofer dust," George answered matter-of-factly, "What, you three think you know something about something but not Goofer dust?"
He tossed a small bag over to Dean who easily caught it.
"Well, we know a little about a lot of things, just enough to make us dangerous," I replied.
"What is it?" Sam questioned.
"Hoodoo, my grandma taught me, keeps out demons."
"Demons we know," Dean joked.
"Well then keep it maybe it will do you some good," George replied before looking at Sam, "four minutes left."
"Mr. Darrow, we know you're in trouble," Sam started.
"Yeah that you got yourself into," I added earning a glare from Sam.
"But it's not hopeless, alright? There's got to be something we can do," Sam tried.
"Listen, I get that you want to help but sometimes a person makes their bed, they've just got to lie down in it. I'm the one called that demon in the first place."
"What did you do it for?" I asked actually interested. Not that I agreed with the fact we should be here talking to this guy but at least he didn't want us to fix it. He knew what he did and he was ready for the consequences, now if only Sam felt the same way.
"I was weak. I mean, who don't want to be great? Who don't want their life to mean something? I just…I just never thought about the price."
"Was it worth it?" Dean asked.
"Hell no. 'Course I asked for talent…should have gone for fame. I'm still broke, and lonely, just now I got this pile of paintings don't nobody want but that wasn't the worst."
"Go on," Sam urged.
"Demon didn't leave, I never counted on that. After our deal was done the damn thing stayed at Lloyd's for a week just chatting…making more deals. I tried to warn folks but I mean who's going to listen to an old drunk?"
"How many others are there?" Sam asked.
"Uh, the architect, that doctor lady I kept up with them, they've been in the papers…at least they got famous."
"Who else George?" Dean asked, "Come on, think."
"One more, uh nice guy too…Hudson. Evan, I think. I don't know what he asked for not that it matters now, we're done for."
"No, no there's got to be a way," Sam protested.
"You don't get it, I don't want a way!"
"Look, you don't," Sam tried again but was cut off by George.
"I called that thing!" he hollered and Dean took a step closer to me, "I brought it on myself. I brought it on them. I'm going to hell one way or another all I want is to finish my last painting. Day or two I'll be done I'm just trying to hold them off 'til then, buy a little time. Ok, time you went, go help somebody that wants help."
"We can't just," Sam started until George cut him off again.
"Get out! I got work to do."
"You don't really want to die," Sam disagreed.
"I don't? I'm…I'm tired," he said before picking up his paintbrush.
Me too, George, me too, I thought to myself as we turned to leave.
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"What are we supernatural janitors now? Don't worry the Winchesters will clean up any mess you make," I muttered as we walked up the front steps of Evan Hudson's house.
"Knock it off," Sam warned as Dean knocked on the door.
"Yes?" a man answered a few minutes later.
"Evan Hudson?" Sam asked.
"You ever been to a bar called Lloyd's?" Dean questioned, "Would have been about ten years ago."
A look of terror came across his face before slamming the door in our faces and locking it.
"Come on, we're not demons!" Dean yelled.
"Guess he doesn't want our help, who's up for a burger?" I asked starting to walk away but Sam grabbed my arm.
Dean took a step back from the door and kicked it down in one shot.
"I guess not," I mumbled following my idiot brothers into the house.
"Evan?" Dean called out.
"Please! Don't hurt me!" Evan begged as he jumped out from behind a bookshelf in his office.
"We're not going to hurt you, alright? We're here to help you," Sam said with his hands raised slightly to show he wasn't a threat.
"We know all about the genius deal you made," I stated.
"What? How?"
"Doesn't matter," Dean replied, "All that matters is, we're trying to stop it."
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"Well, you don't but you're kind of running low on options there, buddy-boy," Dean answered.
"Can you stop it?" Evan asked as he started pacing the room.
"Don't know," Sam said sadly, "We'll try."
"I don't want to die."
"Of course you don't, not now," I sneered.
"Leah, stop," Sam whispered.
"What'd you ask or anyway Evan? Huh? Never need Viagra? Bowl a perfect game? What?" I questioned in rapid fire.
"My wife."
"Right, getting the girl, well that's worth a trip to hell," I laughed.
"Leah, stop," Sam whispered again this time more forcefully.
"No, she's right. I made the deal nobody twisted my arm. That woman or whatever she was at the bar, she said I could have anything I wanted. I thought she was nuts at first but…I don't know…I was desperate."
"Desperate?" Dean asked.
"Julie was dying."
"You did it to save her," I more stated than asked.
"She had cancer, they'd stopped treatment, they were moving her into hospice, and they kept saying…matter of days. So yeah, I made the deal and I'd do it again. I'd have died for her on the spot."
"Did you ever think about her in all this?" I asked.
"I did this for her."
"You sure about that? I think you did it for yourself. So you wouldn't have to live without her but guess what? She's going to have to live without you now but what if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew that it wasn't just your life but your soul? How do you think that would make her feel?" I questioned working myself up. I knew my dad was dead but the thought of his soul being trapped in hell was almost unbearable.
"Ok that's enough," Dean said pulling me out into the hallway.
"Evan just sit tight we're going to figure this out," Sam said before joining us.
"You alright?" Dean asked as I he watched me pace the hallway.
"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" I questioned before stopping to look at them, "I got an idea, you throw George's hoodoo at the hellhounds, keep them away from Evan as long as you can. I'm going to go to the crossroads and summon the demon."
"Summon…are you nuts?" Sam exclaimed.
"If that's your grand plan then you stay here with Sam and I'll go," Dean suggested.
"I'm the one who know Latin, I can trap it and I can exorcise it and I can buy us sometime to figure this out."
"Yeah, but how much time?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," I shrugged, "I mean, it's not easy for those suckers to claw their way back from hell and into the sunshine."
"No, no way," Dean said shaking his head.
"You're not allowed to say no, De, not unless you've got a better idea."
"Leah, you can forget it, alright? I'm not letting you summon that demon," Dean declared.
"Why not?" I questioned.
"Because I don't like where your head is at right now," Dean stated
"And I'm sick of you putting yourself in reckless situations!" Sam added.
"What are you talking about?"
"Le, you know…" Sam started until he was cut off by Evan screaming from the other room.
"I think I hear it! It's outside!"
"Le, please," Dean begged.
"No, I'm going," I stated before taking one last look at Sam, "I wouldn't want to end up shooting him."
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I pulled up to the crossroads and ripped my picture off one of the fake ID's we kept in the glove box. I put in inside the box Dean dug up earlier and buried it where I assumed to be dead center. As I stood up I saw the most drop dead gorgeous man I have ever seen standing in front of me.
"So what brings a girl like you to a place like this?" he asked as I was speechless for a moment taking in how good he looked, "You called me?"
"I'm just glad it worked," I admitted.
"First time?"
"You could say that."
"Oh, come on now, don't sell yourself short. I know all about you, Leah Winchester," he said as his eyes flashed red.
"So, you know who I am."
"I get the newsletter."
"Well, don't keep me in suspense. What have you heard?" I asked taking a small step closer to him.
"Well, I heard you were beautiful but you're just edible. What can I do for you, Leah?"
"Maybe we should do this in the car, nice and private."
"Sounds good to me," he smiled as we turned to walk to the Impala.
"So I was hoping we could strike a deal."
"That's what I do."
"I want Evan Hudson released from his contract."
"Hmm, so sorry darling, that's not negotiable."
"I'll make it worth your while."
"Oh really? What are you offering?"
"Me," I replied turning to look him in the eyes.
"Well, well, well. You'd sacrifice your life for someone else's. Like father, like daughter. You did know about your dad's deal, right? His life for Dean's, you know all about it you just didn't get there quick enough. Oh, I didn't make the deal myself, but boy I wish I had."
"After you," I said motioning to the passenger door of the Impala.
He started to get in the car when she suddenly stopped, "A devil's trap? You've got to be kidding me." He slammed the door and started walking towards me as I backed up, "You stupid, stupid…I should rip you limb from limb."
"Take your best shot," I said as I stood next the wooden structure I parked the car next to.
"No, I don't think so. I'm not going to put you out of your misery."
"Yeah, why not?"
"Because your misery's the whole point, it's too much fun to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for your brother, how he sold his soul, how you could have saved him if you were just a few minutes faster. I mean, that's got to hurt. It's all you ever think about. You wake up and your first thought is, 'I can't do this anymore'. You're all lit up with pain. I mean you loved him so much and it's all your fault. You blew it Leah! I could have given you what you need."
"What do I need?" I asked as I played with the charm on my necklace.
"Your father. I could have brought him back…your loss. See ya, Leah. I wish you a nice long life," he said as he started to walk away I watched him for a second before calling out.
"Hold on."
"You're lucky I've got a soft spot for lost puppies and long faces. I just can't leave you like this. Besides, you didn't call me here to bargain for Evan…not really," he said walking back to where I was leaning against one of the poles.
"Can you bring him back…my dad?" I asked still holding on to the charm.
"Of course I can, just as he was. Your dad would live a long and natural life, like he was meant to. That's a promise."
"What about me?"
"I could give you ten years. Ten long good years with him, that's a lifetime. The family can be together again; John, Dean, Sammy and Leah the Winchester family all reunited," he said walking closer to me and I took a step back under the structure with him following me, "Look, your dad's supposed to be alive, Dean is supposed to be dead but you can make it right and have everyone together again and you get ten years with them. He would be so proud."
"Think you could throw in a set of steak knives?" I asked with a small smirk on my face as I walked out the other side and looked up.
"You know this smart-ass self defense mechanism…" he started until he followed my gaze to the ceiling where I had painted a devil's trap before putting my picture in the box, "Leah!"
"Now you're really trapped. That's got to hurt."
"Let. Me. Out. Now," he bellowed.
"Sure," I smiled, "We just have to make a little deal here first. You call off your hellhounds and let Evan go…then I'll let you go."
"I can't break a binding contract."
"Hmmm, and by can't you mean don't want to? Last chance, Evan and his wife get to live to a ripe old age. Going…going…"
"Let's talk about this."
"Ok, gone," I said holding up my rosary beads Pastor Jim had given me for my sixteenth birthday.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, you're just going to go on a little trip way down south."
"Forget Evan, think of your dad!"
"Regna terrae, cantat Deo…" I started chanting as I circled him, "…in potentis Magnife!"
"Wait! I'll do it!"
I stopped and stared at him trying to debate whether he was telling the truth or not when he pulled me into a passionate kiss.
"What the hell was that for?" I asked pushing him back.
"Sealing the deal."
"I usually like to be warned before I'm violated with demon tongue."
"Evan Hudson is free. He and his wife will love long lives."
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"My word it my bond."
"Oh, really?"
"It is when I make a deal. It's the rules, you got what you wanted, now let me go."
I stood there twirling the rosary beads in my hand.
"You're going to double-cross me? Funny how I'm the trustworthy one," he said and I just shrugged, "You know you renege, send me to hell sooner or later I'm going to climb out and skinning Evan Hudson's going to be the first thing that I do."
I reluctantly put the rosary beads back in my pocket as I stood on a nearby box to scratch a break in the circle.
"I've got to tell you, you would have never pulled that stunt if you knew," he said after he walked out.
"Knew what?"
"Where your dad is, you should have made that deal. See, people talk about hell but it's just a word it doesn't even come close to describing the real thing."
"Shut your mouth, you son of a bitch."
"If you could see your poor daddy…hear the sounds he makes cause he can't even scream."
"How about I send you back there?" I asked stepping to him.
He threw his head back as black smoke poured out of his mouth. Once the smoke stopped the man it was possessing slumped to the ground.
"What…how did I get here?" he asked me.
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"Demon's lie all the time, right?" Sam asked from the backseat as I drove us out of town, "Maybe he was lying."
"Come on, that really what you think?" I questioned looking at him in the rearview mirror.
"How could he do it?" Dean asked softly.
"He did it for you," Sam answered.
"Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that? You know, the thought of him…wherever he is right now. I mean he spent his whole life chasing that yellow-eyed son of a bitch; he should have gone out fighting. That was supposed to be his legacy, not bargaining with the damn thing…not this!"
"Well, now we're his legacy," I said glancing down at his journal that was on the seat between Dean and me.
"How many people do you think dad saved, total?" Sam asked.
"That's not the point, Sam," Dean said softly.
"Evan Hudson is safe because of what dad taught us, that's his legacy," Sam stated, "But we're still here so we have to keep going for him."
"That means all three of us though," Dean said looking over to me as I played with the charm on my necklace again.
"Hey freckles…" Sam started.
"Yeah," I answered.
"When you were trapping that demon, you weren't…I mean; it was all a trick, right?" Sam asked nervously, "You never considered actually making a deal, right?"
What was I supposed to answer that wouldn't start an argument so instead I reached over and turned up the music. I didn't however miss the looks Sam and Dean shared from my silent reply but that would be tomorrow's problem.