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I can feel it, Dean thought. The sky is falling. This wasn't a new feeling. No, in fact, something bad always happened to Dean Winchester since he was four years old. The difference, of course, was that this time could very well be the last time.

Dean let out a tired sigh as he turned his head to see his brother fast asleep in the passenger seat. He gunned the Impala onto a county road that would take them to a town by the name of Pine Grove, deep in the heartland of Arkansas. There was nothing on either side of the ashpalt except cornfields, cattle, farms, and farmers-the very type of people he and his brother tried to save every day.

But Dean was growing very tired of it all.

For months, Dean and Sam had been on a suicide mission to end all suicide missions-to hunt down the devil and try to stop the devil from ending the weight of that task seem unbearable,the Winchesters knew that they were the only ones capable of shouldering it. It was, after all, their fault that Lucifer walked the earth.

No, Sam's fault.

Dean felt guilty for even thinking that. He couldn't think about his brother-the boy who Dean raised since their mother had died-had broken the Final Seal. In a moment of weakness and stupidity, Sam had killed the demon Lilith, accidentally opening the lock on Lucifer's cage. Now, after a year of chasing him, they were no closer to shoving that bastard back into the cage.

Now, that task would have to be put on a back burner.

But that was taking a backseat. For now.

No, for now, he was headed to a town he thought he would never see again. A town that had held so many memories. A town that he found himself falling for a pretty waitress.

Jaxson Reynolds

That name bounced around in Deans mind, and a small smile ghosted across his full lips. He leaned over the steering wheel, his long fingers moving across the dashboard, finally touching a leather wallet. Stealing a glance from the road, he flipped through the wallet until he found what he was looking for.

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A picture. But not just any picture. It was a picture that meant the world to him. The last one he took of her, just a day before he left her. She was in the driver's seat of the Impala. He felt a pang in his heart as he looked down at the picture, letting himself to feel for just a minute. She was the only one he allowed himself to be so vulnerable with. But no one knew about her, not even his brother, Sam.

Then anger began to bubble to the surface as he remembered why he was heading to Pine Grove. She was hurt.

They had been at a motel, resting from a stressful hunt. A nest of Vampires had proven to be a little more than could handle. Dean left with a nice slash along his arm, and Sam a knock on the head.

Dean wanted nothing more than to just sleep for three days, but that ended the minute Bobby called. The seasoned hunter had gotten a call from a friend of his, letting him know about Jaxsons accident.

All that Bobby knew, was that Jaxson was attacked in her home. When police arrived on the scene, she was found in her bedroom, un conscience. Her boyfriend was found in the bathroom, his eyes burned out of his eyes.

Sam had asked his normal round of questions when Dean had woken him up, telling him to hurry up and get dressed. But Dean only gave him certain answers. Alluding to any indications that this job was personal.

After the death of their father, Dean had disappeared for six months. Sam and Bobby searched endless for him, but his trail had gone cold. Dean was a very skilled hunter. His instincts ran deep and when he disappeared, he made sure no one could ever find him.

Then one day, Dean showed up, wanting to help Sam stop the Apocalypse.

"So, you gonna tell me where we are headed?"

Dean turned his head from the road to see that Sam was awake. "A job."

"I get that." Sam sighed and ran his hands through his thick, dark hair. He hated when Dean was in one of his moods. The mood that led him to drink to much. As much as Sam hated to think about it, his older brother was turning out to be like their father. "Come on Dean. Don't you think you should catch me up to speed?

Dean sighed as he thoughtfully bit his lower lip, wondering how much he should really tell his brother. "You remember that summer a few years back?"

Sam sat up a little straighter as he looked at his brother, feeling the air leave his lungs. He would never forget that summer. That had been when Dean found out that Sam was addicted to demon blood. They had a huge fight, and Dean left.

"Yeah."

Dean cleared his throat as he shifted uncomfortably in the seat. "Well..I..uh...ended up at Pine Grove."

"Are you kidding me?" Sam scoffed as he shook his head. "Unbelievable. We could be tracking down Lucifer, finding out to take him out, and you have us chasing some tail you had a few years ago?"

Dean's jaw tightened as he tried to control his anger. For one day he didn't want to fight with his brother. Or to talk about if he was going to say yes to the angels. Come to find out, due to Deans lineage, he was in line to be Michael the Arch Angel vessel.

"It's not about chasing tail." With one hand on the wheel, Dean reached into the backseat to grab the file. He handed it to Sam. "Read."

Sam opened up the folder as he looked at the medical records. "Where did you get this?"

"Bobby has a friend that works the local hospital." He glanced at his brother, then back to the road.

Sam placed his finger along the page, tracing the words as he read them. "28 year old female. Admitted with facial contusions, dislocate shoulder and slashes along the palms of her hands."

"So, what do this have to do with us?" Sam looked up from the folder, to see his brother staring straight ahead.

"Bobby's friend was there when Jaxson was brought in." Dean's grip tightened on the steering wheel. She was screaming something about this guy having black eyes. And that they killed her boyfriend."

"God Dean, you don't think.."

Deans foot became a little more heavy as he urged the huge car forward. This car was his Baby. He worked on her from the ground up, even at one time rebuilding her. So he knew what she could take.

"I don't want to think about it. Because if I do, heads are gonna roll Sammy." Dean didn't want to voice the reason why Jaxson had been attacked, because of him.

And that feeling of doom he woke up with, was beginning to come true.