October 14th - October 17th, 2009
We stumbled upon a case where a girl named Amber Freer clawed through her skull with her bare hands. The coroner believed she had been attacked by a wolf when she was first brought in. He ended up finding a press-on nail in her temporal lobe that matched the nails on her hand. She had scratched her brain out completely by herself.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
I quickly answered my phone, "Hey, what did you guys find out?"
"We talked to the people that found Amber, she was their babysitter, and the kid found her," Dean explained.
"Ugh, that's awful," I said.
"I talked to the kid, and he said that he put itching powder on her hairbrush," Dean said.
"What?" I asked, "There's no way. Itching powder wouldn't make you scratch your brains out."
"If you have any other theories, I'm open to 'em," Dean said.
I thought for a second. "Yeah, uh, I got nothing."
Dean chuckled. "Yeah, that's about where we are, but look, I called you 'cause we are gonna be a little later than we thought. The doctor called again, apparently, some guy got electrocuted, and they can't figure out how."
"Uh, okay," I said, "See you whenever then." I hung up and called Nate.
"Hey, dimples. What's up?" he asked.
"Honestly? Nothing. I'm sitting in the motel room as usual," I said.
"Why don't you do something fun?" he asked.
I smirked. "I'm talking to you, aren't I?"
He laughed. "You know that's not what I mean."
I sighed. "I know, I just—"
"What's wrong?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know... I guess, this part, I didn't really miss." I sighed. "Obviously, I'm happy to be with my brothers again, but I hate being stuck in the motel."
"I'm sorry, I wish I could go see you," he said.
"Yeah, me too. I do miss being there with you sometimes," I said.
"Just sometimes?" He laughed.
"You know what I mean," I said.
After that, we talked for a little bit longer about the hunt, but he got called away for dinner, and I was left alone again.
About an hour or so later, Sam and Dean walked into the motel with a huge raw ham.
"Awesome!" I stood up. "Ham for dinner. What's the special occasion?" I asked.
Sam shook his head. "Not dinner. It's for an experiment."
I furrowed my brow. "What?"
Dean pulled a tin out of a plastic bag and set it on the table, and Sam put the ham inside. Dean pulled a pair of goggles and gloves out of the bag as well and put them on, then he pulled a trick buzzer out too.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"We're testing something," Dean said and put the buzzer on his hand. He looked at Sam. "You ready?"
Sam nodded. "Hit it, Mr. Wizard." He put goggles on himself and then looked at me. "Step back."
Slightly confused, I stepped away from the table.
Dean pressed the buzzer to the uncooked ham, and it immediately electrocuted it. Steam rose from the ham, and it started to change color until the outside was blackened. He removed the buzzer, and the ham continued to sizzle.
Dean removed his goggles and nodded. "That'll do, pig."
"What the hell?" I asked.
"This is what killed the last dude," Dean said as he removed his gloves.
My eyes widened.
Sam pulled off his goggles and shook his head. "That crap isn't supposed to work."
Dean pointed to the buzzer. "This thing doesn't even have batteries."
"So— So, what?" Sam asked, "Are— Are we looking at cursed objects?"
"Sounds good." Dean pulled out a knife and cut a piece of ham off. "Maybe there's a powerful witch in town." He ate the piece, cut off another, and handed it to me, which I happily took. "Is there any link between the, uh, the joy buzzer and the itching powder?"
Sam watched us with a disgusted look on his face. "Uh, one was made in China, the other Mexico, but they were both bought from the same store."
Dean cut off another piece. "Hmm." He held up the piece and tossed it into his mouth, and Sam just shook his head.
We walked into a novelty toy store and looked around for a few minutes.
"Hey!" Dean shouted.
Sam and I looked over to see him holding up a whoopee cushion and grinning. Sam sighed and shook his head. The Dean walked up to the counter with the whoopee cushion in hand, and I followed.
A man walked out of a backroom. "Welcome to the Conjurarium, sanctum of magic and mystery."
Sam joined us at the counter. "You, the owner?"
The man nodded. "Yup."
"You sold any itching powder or joy buzzers lately?" Dean asked.
The owner nodded. "Yeah, a grand total of one of each. They aren't exactly big-ticket items. Look, you here to buy something or what?"
Dean pushed the whoopee cushion forward and pulled some cash out of his wallet.
"So, you get many customers?" Sam asked.
The owner nodded. "Kids come in. They don't buy much, but they're more than happy to break stuff. These days, all they care about are their iPhones and those kissing-vampire movies. The whole thing makes me just—"
"Angry?" Dean asked.
The owner paused and then nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I am angry. This shop has been my life for twenty years, and now it's wasting away to nothing."
"Which is why you hate them," Dean said.
The owner shrugged. "I suppose."
"You wish there was something you could do about it," Dean said.
The owner nodded. "Yeah, I guess I do."
"So, you're taking revenge." Dean pulled a rubber chicken off of the display next to us and put it on the counter. "With this."
He held up the trick buzzer and pressed it to the chicken, sending electricity crackling through it.
The owner yelped and leaped back. "Oh! No!"
The rubber chicken melted, and the owner stared at it in fear, making inarticulate noises.
"Yeah, something tells me this guy is not a powerful witch," Sam said.
Dean grabbed the whoopee cushion and put his hands up. "Sorry. Sorry."
We quickly left the store after that.
Sam and Dean got another call, but this time a man had been attacked by a "5'10, 350-pound man, with pink wings and a tutu." The man claimed that the day before, his daughter lost a tooth, so they put it under her pillow for the tooth fairy. That night, "the tooth fairy" came into his room. It attacked him, removing all of his teeth, and leaving thirty-two quarters under his pillow afterward.
Weirdly, a couple doors down from that man, was a boy who had an ulcer burst. He was just a kid, but the only thing he kept saying was that he had some Pop Rocks and Coke, and it felt like his stomach exploded. A few doors down from that kid, was a man who made a face at someone and then couldn't stop making the face.
After they were done checking out the hospital, Sam picked me up to go and do some research at the library, just so I wouldn't be stuck in the motel for a while.
"So, what are you thinking this is? Because with all these stupid things happening, I'm thinking trickster," I said as we drove.
Sam nodded and smiled. "Yeah, that's what we were thinking too."
I shrugged. "Maybe if we can pinpoint where it started, we can follow a trail that will lead us to it."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, that's probably a good plan." He cleared his throat. "Hey, look, ya know, I never thanked you for sticking up for me."
"What? With Dean?" I asked, looking at him. "No big deal, you know how he gets."
"I know, that's why I'm thanking you. He can be so stubborn, and sometimes it feels like you're the only one who can get through to him," Sam said.
I shrugged. "He's a brat."
Sam chuckled. "Yeah, just, uh, just thanks for believing in me, ya know?"
I nodded. "Yeah, of course."
He paused for a minute and then spoke up again, "I didn't forget what you said to me in the safe room. I know you're scared. I know you don't want to end up like me, but you won't. I'll make sure of it."
I sighed. "Sam..." I shook my head. "Please don't think of it like that."
He furrowed his brow. "What?"
"You and Dean... you guys are my heroes." I looked at him and grabbed his hand. "Of course, I want to be like you. I just want to make sure this thing doesn't make me lose control."
Sam nodded, looking a little bit misty, then he rubbed my hand with his thumb. "You have no idea how good it feels to hear that." He cleared his throat. "I'm gonna help you through whatever happens. I promise you that."
Sam and I walked back into the motel room after doing some research at the library. Dean was sitting at the table, eating a sandwich made out of the trick buzzer ham.
"Dude, seriously... still with the ham?" Sam asked.
"We don't have a fridge, "Dean said through a mouth full of food.
"Don't eat it all. I still want some," I said and ripped a chunk off.
Sam shook his head and took a deep breath. "Well, we found something." He placed a map with a couple red X's on it down on the table.
Dean stood up for a better look.
Sam pointed to one of the X's. "Um, tooth fairy attack was here, Pop Rocks and Coke was here, then you've got itching powder, face freeze, and joy buzzer... all located within a two-mile radius." He circled the area which was containing all of the red X's.
"So, we got a blast zone of weird, and inside, fantasy becomes reality," Dean said.
Sam nodded. "Looks like."
"And what's the A-bomb at its center?" Dean asked.
"Four acres of farmland... and a house," I said.
Dean nodded. "Our motel isn't in that circle, by any chance?"
"Yeah. Why?" Sam asked.
Dean hesitated and then held up his right hand, his palm was now covered in hair.
"Ugh, dude..." Sam sighed. "That's not what I think it is, is it?"
"I got bored. That nurse was hot." Dean grinned.
"Ew." I gagged. "You can keep that ham." I gagged again, thinking about him touching it with that hand.
Sam laughed. "You know you can go blind from that, too."
"Give me five minutes. We'll go check out that house," Dean said and then walked into the bathroom.
"Hey, do not use my razor!" Sam yelled.
Dean smirked and shut the door behind him.
We drove to a little farmhouse in the middle of a field. There were no cars in sight, so we walked up to the door and picked the lock.
A second after, the door was opened, and a little boy stood there staring up at us. "Can I help you?"
"Hi. Uh, what's your name?" Sam asked.
"Who wants to know?" the boy asked.
The three of us glanced at each other, not really sure what to say.
"The, uh..." Dean cleared his throat and pulled out his badge. "FBI."
The boy grabbed it. "Let me see that." He peered at me over the badge. "Her too?"
"Uh, yeah, uh..." Dean tried to search for something. "She's a temp..." He looked over at Sam and cringed.
The boy nodded skeptically. "So, what? You guys don't knock?"
Dean chuckled awkwardly. "Are your parents home?"
"They work," the boy said.
"Well, you mind if we ask you a few questions, maybe take a look around the house?" Sam asked.
The boy shrugged. "I don't know."
"Come on. You can trust us. We're the authorities," Dean said, holding up his badge again.
The boy looked at the badge, unimpressed. He shrugged and then turned into the house, leaving the door open, so we followed behind. He walked into the kitchen and shut the burner off under a boiling pot of something.
"What's that?" Sam asked.
"It's called soup." The boy took the pot off of the stove. "You heat it up, and you eat it."
Sam chuckled. "Right. I— I know. It's just, um... I used to make my own dinner, too, when I was a kid."
The boy shook his head. "Well, I'm not a kid."
Sam nodded. "Right. No, I— I know. Um..." He held out his hand. "I'm Robert, by the way."
The boy took Sam's hand and shook it. "Jesse."
Sam nodded and smiled. "Jesse, nice to meet you."
Dean took a drawing of a bearded man with pink wings and a tutu off of the fridge. "Did you draw this?"
Jesse nodded. "It's the tooth fairy."
"That's what you think the tooth fairy looks like, huh?" Dean asked.
Jesse nodded. "Yeah. My dad told me about him."
Dean glanced at Sam and nodded. "Huh."
Jesse shrugged. "What? Didn't your dad tell you about the tooth fairy?"
"My dad?" Dean chuckled. "My dad told me different stories."
Jesse shook his head. "Well, the tooth fairy isn't a story."
"What do you know about itching powder, Jesse?" Dean asked.
"That stuff will make you scratch your brains out," Jesse said.
"Pop Rocks and Coke?" Dean asked.
"You mix them, and you'll end up in the hospital." Jesse shook his head. "Everyone knows that."
Dean pulled the trick buzzer out of his pocket and held it up.
"You shouldn't have that," Jesse said quickly and stepped back anxiously.
"Why not?" Dean asked.
"It can electrocute you," Jesse said nervously.
Dean shook his head. "Actually, it can't. It's just a wind-up toy. It's totally harmless. Doesn't even have batteries."
"So it can't shock you?" Jesse asked.
Dean shook his head. "Nope. Not at all. I swear."
Jesse nodded. "Oh. Okay."
"I mean, all it does is just shake in your hand. It's kind of lame. See?" Dean asked and then pressed the buzzer to Sam's chest.
I gasped, but it didn't electrocute him. It just buzzed like it was supposed to. Sam stiffened up and gave Dean a murderous look. Dean looked back at Jesse.
"What did you say your name was, again?" Dean asked.
We walked out of Jesse's house toward the Impala.
"Dude, what the hell?" Sam asked, annoyed.
"I had a hunch. I went with it," Dean said.
"A hunch?" I asked, annoyed.
"You risked my ass on a hunch?" Sam snapped.
Dean shrugged. "You're fine. Besides, now we know who's turning this town into Willy Wonka's worst nightmare."
Sam nodded. "The kid."
Dean nodded. "Yeah. Everything Jesse believes comes true. He thinks the tooth fairy looks like Belushi. Uh, joy buzzers really shock people, boom, that's what happens."
"Yeah, but convince him the joy buzzers don't actually work, and they go from killing machines back into crap toys," Sam said.
"He probably doesn't even know he's doing it," Dean said.
We looked back at the house, and Jesse was standing in the window, waving at us.
"How is he doing it?" Dean asked.
Back at the motel, Dean sat on the bed, reading Dad's journal while I watched TV, when Sam walked in.
Sam sighed. "So, dug up what I could on Jesse Turner. It's not much. Uh, B-student. Won last year's, Pinewood Derby. But get this. Jesse was adopted. His birth records are sealed."
"So you unsealed them, and...?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged. "There's no father listed, but Jesse's biological mom is named Julia Wright. She lives in Elk Creek, on the other side of the state."
Dean closed the book and threw it down on the bed.
About an hour after they left for Julia's, Sam gave me a call.
"Turns out Jesse is half-demon," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Yeah, Julia said she was possessed when she got pregnant, and at the time, she was also a virgin," Sam explained, "She gave him up because she couldn't bring herself to kill him after he was born."
"So, what do we do now?" I asked.
"Uh, well, we called Cass but got no answer. We will be back in a couple hours," he said, "Hopefully, we will hear from him by then."
I sat around for a few hours watching TV to pass the time.
"Hello, Maddison," Cass said from behind the couch.
I jumped and turned around. "Dude, seriously?"
He joined me on the couch. "I'm sorry, was I interrupting something?"
"Well, no, but you freaked me out," I said.
"I apologize, I will try to be less freaky next time," he said, "Where are your brothers?"
"They should be back soon," I said, "They had to drive across the state."
He shook his head. "Vehicles are so inefficient."
"Well, not everyone can travel like you," I said.
He pointed to the TV. "What's this?"
"A TV," I said.
"I know it's a television. I'm asking what's on it," he said.
"Oh, Golden Girls," I said.
He nodded. "The small one is very—"
"Sassy?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yes."
"Yeah, she's Dean as an old woman," I said.
"While entirely impossible, I can see why you would think that," he said.
We sat and watched for a little bit, and then I turned to him. "Cass, can I ask you a question?"
"You just did," he said.
I rolled my eyes. "No, I mean..." I sighed and shook my head. "Never mind. Do you think it's possible for Michael or Lucifer to have a second vessel? Like a back-up for the true ones?"
He thought about it for a second. "I would assume it's possible, but they won't be at full strength. Why do you ask?"
I shook my head. "I was just wondering if Sam and Dean both say no... will the fight happen anyway?"
"It's their destiny. So if we do not find a way to stop Michael and Lucifer, they will still battle," Cass said.
I nodded, thinking about that for a second.
"What is it?" he asked.
A moment later, Sam and Dean walked into the motel room to find Cass and me sitting together.
"I take it you got our message," Sam said and sat down at the table.
"It's lucky you found the boy." Cass stood up.
Dean nodded. "Oh, yeah, real lucky. What do we do with him?"
"Kill him," Cass stated.
We all stared at him in shock.
"Cass," Dean said.
Cass shook his head. "This child is half-demon and half-human, but it's far more powerful than either. Other cultures call this hybrid cambion or katako. You know him as the antichrist." He sat down at the table, and a fart noise erupted. He shifted his position, but it continued. "That wasn't me." He pulled the whoopee cushion out from under himself.
"Who put that there?" Dean smirked mischievously.
Sam shook his head. "Anyway, I don't get it. Jesse is the Devil's son?"
Cass sighed. "No, of course not. Your Bible gets more wrong than it does right. The antichrist is not Lucifer's child. It's just demon spawn. But it is one of the Devil's greatest weapons in the war against Hell."
"Well, if Jesse's a demonic howitzer, then what the hell's he doing in Nebraska?" Dean asked.
"The demons lost him. They can't find him. But they're looking," Cass said.
"And they lost him because?" Dean asked.
"Because of the child's power. It hides him from both angels and demons. For now," Cass explained.
"So he's got, like, a force field around him. Well, that's great. Problem solved," Dean said.
Cass shook his head. "With Lucifer risen, this child grows strong. Soon, he will do more than just make a few toys come to life... something that will draw the demons to him. The demons will find this child. Lucifer will twist this boy to his purpose. And then, with a word, this child will destroy the host of Heaven."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. You're saying that— that Jesse's gonna nuke the angels?" Dean asked.
Cass nodded. "We cannot allow that to happen."
"Wait." Sam stood up. "We're the good guys. We— We don't just... kill children."
"A year ago, you would have done whatever it took to win this war," Cass said and stood up in Sam's face.
Sam shrugged. "Things change."
Dean stepped forward and placed himself between Cass and Sam. "Okay. Hey, look, we are not going to kill him. All right? But we can't leave Jesse here either. We know that. So... we take him to Bobby's. He'll know what to do."
"You'll kidnap him?" Cass asked. "What is going on in this town, it's what happens when this thing is happy. You cannot imagine what it will do if it's angry. Besides, how will you hold him? With a thought, he could be halfway around the world."
Dean shrugged. "So we—"
"So, we tell him the truth," Sam interrupted, "You say Jesse's destined to go dark side... fine. But he hasn't yet. So if we lay it all out for him... what he is, the apocalypse, everything... he might make the right choice."
Cass glared at Sam. "You didn't. And I can't take that chance." Then he disappeared.
Sam sighed and shook his head. "Damn it."
We rushed to Jesse's house and ran in. Jesse was standing in the living room, staring at us.
"Was there a guy here? In a trench coat?" Dean asked as we approached him.
Jesse pointed to the floor. There was a small action figure, wearing a trench coat and holding a silver knife. Dean knelt and picked it up, he placed it carefully on the mantelpiece.
"Was he your friend?" Jesse asked.
"Him?" Dean shook his head. "No."
Jesse walked over to the couch and sat down. "I did that. But how did I do that?"
Dean shrugged. "You're a superhero."
Jesse's eyes widened with excitement. "I am?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. I mean, who else could turn someone into a toy? You're Superman... minus the cape and the go-go boots. See, we— we work for a secret government agency. It's our job to find kids with special powers. In fact, we're here to take you to a hidden base in South Dakota, where you'll be trained to fight evil."
"Like the X-Men?" Jesse asked.
Dean nodded. "Exactly like the X-Men." He chuckled. "In fact, the, uh, guy we're taking you to... he's even in a wheelchair. You'll be a hero. You'll save lives. You'll get the girl. Sounds like fun, right?"
Suddenly, Dean and I were flung against the wall and held there.
Then a woman burst through the front door. "They're lying to you."
Sam stood up, but she flung him against the wall, next to Dean and me.
"Stay right there, dreamboat. Can't hurt you. Orders. You, on the other hand?" She looked at Dean. "Hurting you is encouraged." She flicked her wrist, sending him flying across the room into another wall and then back.
Jesse stood up. "Leave him alone!"
The demon leaned down to him. "Jesse. You're beautiful. You have your father's eyes," she spoke sweetly.
"Who are you?" Jesse asked.
"I'm your mother." She smiled.
Jesse shook his head. "No, you're not."
The demon nodded. "Mm-hmm. You're half-human... half one of us."
"She means demons, Jesse!" Dean yelled.
The demon straightened up and held up a clenched fist at Dean, causing him to groan in pain. Then she leaned back down to Jesse. "Those people you call your parents... they lied to you, too. You're not theirs... not really."
"My mom and dad love me," Jesse said.
"Do they?" the demon asked. "Is— Is that why they leave you alone all day? Because they love you so much? These people... these imposters... they told you that the tooth fairy was real and that your toys could hurt you and a hundred other things that aren't true. They love you so much, they made your whole life a lie. Look into your heart, Jesse. You've always known you weren't theirs. You've always known you were different. Everyone has lied to you." She glanced up at us. "They're not FBI agents. And you're not a superhero."
"Then what am I?" Jesse asked.
"You're powerful." The demon smiled. "You can have anything you want."
"Don't listen to her, Jesse!" Dean yelled.
The demon held up a hand, and Dean groaned again, then she turned her attention back to Jesse. "They treated you like a child. Nobody trusted you. Everybody's lied to you. Doesn't that make you angry?"
Jesse clenched his fists, and the room started to rattle. The fire in the fireplace flared up, and the lights started to flicker.
"See?" The demon smiled proudly. "It does make you angry. But I'm telling you the truth, Jesse."
Things in the room started to shatter.
"Wouldn't it be better if there were no lies?" the demon asked. "Come with me, and you can wash it all clean. Start over. Imagine that... a world without lies."
"She's right. We lied to you," Sam said, "But I'll tell you the truth."
The demon raised her hand, and I started to feel pressure on my throat, and I couldn't breathe, like someone was choking me.
"Shut up, Sam, or I will kill her," she warned him, and I began to choke.
"Stop it!" Jesse yelled, and the pressure on my throat immediately stopped, and Sam dropped to the floor. "I want to hear what he has to say."
"You're stronger than I thought," the demon said, impressed.
Sam stood up. "We lied to you. And I'm sorry. So here's the truth. I'm Sam Winchester." He pointed to Dean and me. "That's my brother, Dean. And my sister, Maddison. We hunt monsters."
"Except when you are the monster. Right, Sammy?" the demon asked.
"And that woman right there, her name is Julia. She's your mother," Sam said, "But the thing inside of her, the thing that you're talking to... it's a demon."
"A demon?" Jesse asked.
"He's done nothing but lie to you since the moment you met him. Don't listen to him. Punish him," the demon said.
"Sit down and shut up," Jesse snapped, and a chair shot forward and forced the demon to sit down and struggle to speak.
"There's, uh, kind of a— a war between angels and demons, and... you're a part of it," Sam explained.
Jesse shrugged. "I'm just a kid."
Sam nodded. "You can go with her if you want. I can't stop you. No one can. But if you do... millions of people will die."
"She said I was half-demon. Is that true?" Jesse asked.
Sam nodded. "Yes. But you're half-human, too. You can do the right thing. You've got choices, Jesse. But if you make the wrong ones, it'll haunt you for the rest of your life."
"Why are you telling me this?!" Jesse yelled.
"Because I have to believe someone can make the right choice, even if I couldn't," Sam said.
Jesse thought for a moment, clenched his fists, and looked at the demon. "Get out of her."
The chair flew back against the wall, and black smoke poured out of Julia's mouth and vanished up the chimney. Dean and I dropped to the floor immediately.
"How did you do that?" Dean asked.
Jesse shrugged. "I just did."
Dean smiled. "Kid... you're awesome."
Jesse looked at Julia, slumped in the chair. "Is she gonna be all right?"
Dean nodded. "Eventually." He picked up the Cass action figure. "Look, uh, truth is, he's kind of a buddy of mine. Is there any way you could turn him back?"
"He tried to kill me," Jesse said.
Dean nodded. "Right. Uh. But he's a— he's a good guy. He was just confused."
Jesse said nothing and stared at Dean.
"Okay. It's been a long night. We'll... talk about it later." Dean put Cass back on the mantel.
"What now?" Jesse asked.
Dean sighed. "Now we take you someplace safe, get you trained up. You'd be handy in a fight, kid."
"What if I don't want to fight?" Jesse asked.
"Jesse." Sam sighed and sat in front of him on the couch. "You're powerful. More powerful than... pretty much anything we've ever seen. That makes you—"
"A freak," Jesse interrupted.
Sam nodded. "To some people, maybe. But not to us. See, we're kind of freaks ourselves."
Jesse sighed and looked down. "I can't stay here, can I?"
Dean shook his head. "No. The demons know where you are, and more will be coming."
"I won't go without my mom and dad," Jesse said.
I nodded. "There's nothing more important than family. We get that."
Sam nodded. "If you really want to take them with you, we'll back your play. But you got to understand... it's gonna be dangerous for them, too."
"What do you mean?" Jesse asked.
"Our dad... he would take us with him wherever he went," Dean said.
"Where is he now?" Jesse asked.
"Dead," Sam said, "A demon killed him."
Jesse's eyes widened.
"Look, Jesse... once you're in this fight..." Dean knelt next to Jesse. "You're in it 'til the end, win or lose."
"What should I do?" Jesse asked.
Sam shook his head. "We can't tell you. It's your choice. It's not fair. I know."
"Can I go see my parents?" Jesse asked. "I— I need to... say goodbye."
Dean nodded. "Sure."
Jesse put his head down and climbed the stairs.
Jesse was upstairs for a good twenty minutes while we paced around downstairs.
"He's been up there a long time," Dean said, looking up the stairs.
The three of us walked up and found Jesse's room empty.
"He's gone," Cass said behind us.
We all turned around to see Cass had returned to his normal state.
"Where?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. Jesse put everyone in town back to normal... the ones still alive. Then he vanished," Cass said.
Sam leaned down and picked a piece of paper up off of his bed. "Hey."
"What does it say?" Dean asked.
"That he had to leave to keep his parents safe, that he loves them, and he's sorry," Sam said.
"How do we find him?" Dean asked.
"With the boy's powers, we can't. Not unless he wants to be found," Cass said.
After we went to the motel and packed up, we hit the road.
"You think Jesse's gonna be okay?" Dean asked.
Sam took a deep breath. "I hope so."
"Ya know, we destroyed that kid's life by telling him the truth," Dean said.
Sam shook his head. "We didn't have a choice, Dean."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, ya know, I'm starting to get why parents lie to their kids. You want them to believe that the worst thing out there is mixing Pop Rocks and Coke... protect them from the real evil. You want them going to bed feeling safe. If that means lying to them, so be it. The more I think about it... the more I wish Dad had lied to us." He looked in the rearview mirror at me. "I'm so sorry, I didn't try harder to keep the truth from you."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, me too."
I shook my head. "Stop. It's not your fault."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, it is. I could've tried to keep it from you until you were older."
"Dean, seriously stop. You have nothing to apologize for." I started to feel a little angry. "Stop apologizing for Dad."
