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"So that's that." Rufus says.
Rufus, Jo and Sam all stood around the grave watching the body burn. Jo was putting the tubs of salt and iron bars away. She winced as pain shot up her arm. The ghost dislocated her shoulder. Rufus popped it back into place. The pain is more bearable but it still hurt like Hell.
"Want some help?" Sam asks.
"I'm good." Jo forced a smile.
"Liar." Rufus sighed.
"You are gonna have one nasty bruise." Jo says gesturing to Rufus's forehead.
Rufus rubs his head feeling a headache coming on. The ghost threw him pretty hard into the tombstone.
Once the body burned away into nothing but ash Rufus and Sam both grab a shovel and put the mud back in. The three of them head back to their cars.
"So we find a motel, get some sleep and see if there is any cases nearby." Sam says.
Rufus gives him a puzzled look.
"Another one?"
Sam nods.
"Yeah."
Rufus leans on his car and frowns.
"You okay Sam?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"When was the last time you spoke to your brother?"
"When the last time you saw your brother more like." Jo says. "You haven't been home for quite a well."
"Lives need saving, your Michael is out there with his monsters."
"That's no excuse." Rufus shook his head.
"I'm helping you."
"We do appreciate your help we really do but you gotta be there for your brother."
"Me and Ruth have it covered." Jo smiled.
"Yeah. I got Bobby and there is so many hunters. Don't feel like you got the whole world on your shoulders. You haven't."
I have. Sam thought with a sigh.
"Dean was in my world. You been separated from him for weeks. If I was in your position I would be at home spending every second with my bro." Jo says. "You're lucky to have him I would do anything to have my family back."
Sam frowns. Both hunters had a point. But Sam couldn't go home. He couldn't be in the same room as Michael. It brings back those memories of the cage. Dean's friendship with Michael has made Sam feel uncomfortable. He felt he couldn't talk to Dean now. Not while Michael is listening in. Michael played a part in torturing Sam in the cage yet Dean is happily cooperating with the archangel acting like nothing happened.
Sam has tried. He really has tried to put up with Michael but after the incident with the other world Kaia, Sam couldn't do it.
Mary and the hunters have texted Sam giving him updates on Dean. Sam wasn't ignoring Dean completely he is keeping his eye on him. As Rufus and Jo have stated, he hasn't seen or spoke to Dean for ages.
"Alright." Sam sighed. "I'll call him."
Rufus smiles.
"That's the spirit."
He pats Sam on the back and gets in the car.
Jo opens the door but gets interrupted by the younger Winchester clearing his throat.
"Hey you heard from Eileen?"
Jo was taken back by the question. Sam has decided to ask the question now when he could have asked earlier. She saw his face turn a shade of pink. She bit back a grin she knows that look. She hid her amused expression and shakes her head.
"No. She cut off from us. None of us have heard from her?" Sam's face turns worried. Jo waves him off. "I'm sure she's fine. She survived the war a simple case will be like a walk in the park."
Sam is horrified. If someone all of a sudden broke contact he would be worried. What if something bad has happened to her? What if AU Michael has her or she ran into his monsters. What if...
No not death anything but death. Sam couldn't lose her again. It's not his Eileen but it is still Eileen. Both versions are hunters, a badass and beautiful. Sam goes bright pink. Oh God Jo is now giggling.
"I'll give her a call." Sam says.
"Good luck. She's not answering to anyone." Jo nods. "She's fine relax she can handle herself."
"Joanna Harvelle you are wasting gas. If you don't get in this car you can pay for the next fill." Rufus says.
"Coming."
Jo quickly gets in. She waves through the window.
"Tell them I said hi." She smiled.
Sam nods. He knew them meant Dean and Michael.
"I will." He says.
The hunters drive off.
Sam gets into the Impala. He looks at his phone. Dom texted him giving him the okay.
Dean is fine.
Sam scrolls down to his contacts. He stops at his brother's number. His finger hovers over the button for a few moments. The hunter scrolls and presses on Eileen. He presses on face call and waits.
No response.
Sam tries again followed by a text. He even does a normal phone call hoping she will answer and nag at him that she can't talk to him she needs her eyes on his mouth.
Worry grew inside him. Jo insisted Eileen will be fine but Sam refused to accept it.
Dean can wait. He needed to find Eileen.
Barbra walks out of the house and goes into her car. She drives off.
"Mom is gone." Dean says. The hunter sighs and when he gets no response. "Gonna have to talk eventually Mikey."
Since the incident Michael has ignored his vessel. Michael thought this is ridiculous. Stuart said he lied but Dean believed he was hiding something so Michael was doing what needed to be done get the truth. Michael doesn't mess around he likes to get straight to the point. Dean stopped him and they ended up with nothing.
Dean suggested to wait. This frustrated Michael. More waiting. There are times that required patience and Michael would happily wait but a case involving a stupid glove, Michael wouldn't even wait a minute. He just wanted to solve it and move on. It made him wonder how people can be cops. They can't arrest anyone without evidence. Too much work.
Dean leans on the window. He straightens up and his eyes widen.
"That's the guy from the store."
Dirk walks up to the door step. He knocks on the door. Dean watched from the car. Dirk is there for a while knocking and ringing the door bell. Eventually the door opens revealing a pissed off Stuart. His expression softens when his eyes land on his colleague.
"Dirk."
"Hey man." Dirk smiled.
Stuart removes his headphones.
"What you doing here?" He asks.
"You know why I'm here Stu."
Stuart sighs.
"The glove."
Dirk nods.
"Dude this is gotta stop. You can't keep stealing from the shop. You are putting your job on the line."
"I ain't got the money to buy it. Plus I am only borrowing it."
"You borrowed the glove so can I have it back."
"No."
"No?"
"You can't."
Stuart looks left and right. He pulls Dirk in and closes the door.
"Dude what the Hell?"
"Its cursed." Stuart says. "The video its true I swear on my life it happened."
Dirk groans.
"Man I didn't come here to talk about this. I just want the damm glove back."
"And burn it. Send it far away."
"Put it back in the cabinet."
Stuart shakes his head.
"Ita evil. It needs be destroyed."
Stuart takes Dirk downstairs and starts looking through the boxes. He gets out the glove and waves it in front of Dirk's face.
"This. This is more than a glove. When I put it on my skin started peeling and oh it burned. I felt like I was being burned alive. I was turning into Freddy."
"I think you been watching too many horror movies." Dirk sighs. "Stu you been through a lot recently if you wanna talk about it..."
"I'M NOT CRAZY!" Stuart yells. "I can prove it to you."
"Show me." Dirk says sounding amused.
Stuart nods.
"I'll show you. Then you will have to believe me."
"Go on. I'm waiting."
Stuart puts on the glove. Dirk tried to hold in his laughter. His friend sounded so certain that this glove is cursed.
Stuart suddenly goes pale.
"I just did a really stupid thing."
His skin starts to sizzle and burn.
Dirk's eyes widen.
"Your arm. Stu your arm!"
Stuart grabs on to the glove and tries to pull it off. It wouldn't budge.
"DIRK HELP ME!" He screamed.
"Dude this isn't funny. Stop it." Dirk says.
"I'M NOT JOKING. MY ARM IS ON FIRE!"
"OH MY GOD!"
Dirk looks at the skin peeling down Stuart's face. He is freaking out now.
"Help...me." Stuart sobbed.
His head snaps back and he lets out a scream. Dirk falls back and lands on his ass. Bones shifted and popped into different places causing Stuart to scream. Dirk cringes at the sound. It sounded painful.
A small giggle causes Dirk to freeze.
"Dirk."
The voice rings in Dirk's ears.
No freaking way. He thought.
Dirk looks up. Freddy Kruger looks down at him with a smirk om his burned, disfigured face.
"Oh..." Dirk swallows. "You were right Stu." He laughs nervously. "The glove turns you into a celebrity."
Freddy raises his hand revealing the iconic glove. Dirk gulps at its sharp blades.
"I don't wanna die." He spoke his voice trembling.
Freddy laughs craving the fear.
"Stu! Come back." Dirk cried out.
"Stuart is gone." Freddy replies with a dramatic tone. He laughs at Dirk's shocked expression. "You are next."
He goes to attack but suddenly he goes flying across the room. Dirk looks round at the door.
At the door stood a man. His eyes glow blue and shadows appear on the wall.
Dean steps in and looks at Dirk.
"You okay?"
Dirk sits up.
"Oh." He smiles. "I'm dead. I'm in Heaven."
Dean's eyes return to normal.
"No. No."
Damm it why did Dean use the powers. Civilians are not suppose to know. Michael being pissed off Dean wanted to impress him so he decided to show off.
Dean looks and notices Freddy is gone.
"Shit."
A flap of wings Dean was outside. He looks round and curses when he couldn't sense any magic or not see the horror movie villain.
The son of a bitch has escaped.
Dirk stumbles outside. His head is still in WTF mode. He looks at the man who just saved his ass. He recognized his clothes and the face he knew the face.
"You're the guy from the store." Dirk gasped.
Dean turns round. He nods.
"Yeah that's right."
"But.." Dirk points at Dean's face. "You're eyes. There was shadows on the wall. They looked like wings."
"Erase his memory." Michael ordered.
Dean raises his hands.
"Dirk. Don't freak out."
"I'm not freaked out...well I am but you...you saved my life. You...you beat Freddy's ass. Freddy. Oh God Freddy is real."
"Dirk deep breaths."
Dirk starts losing his breath and he is freaking out. Dean steps forward. Dirk raises his finger.
"Wait." Dirk takes a deep breath and blows out a sigh. "I'm good." He straightens up and rubs his temples. "I' m good." He turns to Dean. "What possessed you? A shoe?"
"Erase his memory Dean." Michael repeats.
"I'm an angel." Dean answers.
Dirk raises his eyebrow.
"You are a good man."
"Not like that."
Dirk thought of the wings again. He let out an oh.
"You are an angel. An angel. You were in the comic book store and you saved my life?"
"Yeah."
Dirk smiles.
"I have a guardian angel."
"Uh no."
Dirk throws his arms around Dean.
"I have a guardian angel." He squealed.
Dean sighs.
"Oh great." Michael says.
Dean was thinking the same thing.