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Chapter 3

"Hey, Sam, what's Summer doing?" Dean asked as he drove down the road to get back to the motel they were staying at that night.

Sam checked on her, and he noticed her lying down, head on the seat, fast asleep. He turned back around and looked at his brother. "She's asleep."

"Good," Dean nodded. "Now, we can talk without her hearing us. Listen, I don't know how we'll do with her with us on the road. You know how dangerous things can get. With her around… we'll have to be extra careful… we don't want the cops on our asses for letting someone die on our watch. They might say we killed her."

"We'll have to make sure that doesn't happen, then," Sam said reaching forward to grab his water bottle off the floor of the car.

"Hey," Dean looked at him. "What'd I say about having drinks on the floor?"

"It's in a bottle, Dean."

"I don't care. If anything spills, I'll kill you."

Sam rolled his eyes as he uncapped the bottle and took a sip of the water. "Dean, we really need to discuss what happened back there."

Dean kept quiet for a moment. "I agree."

"Why do you think it went after her mother, and not her?"

"I honestly don't know. Maybe this thing only goes after the parents? Maybe it chooses its victims, and doesn't kill people randomly?"

"I've never thought of that."

"All I know is… if it actually goes after family members one by one… we'll have to keep an eye on her."

"It never came after us."

"Maybe we're last on its to-do list."

"Do you think it'll ever go after dad?"

Dean could hear the worry in Sam's voice, and he noticed he tried to hide it. "I hope not Sammy. I hope not. But if it does, we'll kill it if it's the last thing we do."

"Maybe this thing goes after only loved ones…"

"You mean mom and Jess?" Dean asked looking over at him.

Sam nodded.

"I don't know if that's what it does. However, it certainly loves what it does. We have to think long and hard on how to kill this son of a bitch." He said while bringing his eyes back to the road.

"The only problem, we have no idea where it is, or how to find it." Sam said matter-of-fact.

"It can't hide forever. We'll find it. I promise, we'll find it," Dean said, sounding very sure and determined.

The two heard Summer waking up, so they quickly stopped talking and made it seem like they haven't said a thing since they left her house.

"Where are we?" She asked, rubbing her eyes, trying to wake up some more.

"We're about five minutes away from the motel," Dean replied, looking through the rearview mirror. "How'd you sleep?"

"Ok I guess," Summer shrugged as she sat up in her seat.

Sam turned in his seat to face her. "At least you got some sleep."

"Yeah…"

Sam could see the sadness already in her hazel eyes. He reached out and put his hand on her knee slightly. "Everything will be ok."

She nodded lightly. "I am so confused. What the hell happened?"

Sam glanced at Dean, and he was already looking at him, sharing the same expression.

She looked at both men. "Ok… if you two know something I don't, please tell me."

"Um…" Sam started, hesitating.

"Tell me, please."

"Dean?"

Dean nodded, telling him to explain it to her.

Sam took a deep breath and tried to think of the best way to explain things. "Ok, this might sound really weird and you might not believe me, but you have to believe me when I say this, because I am telling you the truth."

"I'll believe anything at this point." She told him.

"What happened back there… it was based on some kind of paranormal. That fire… it wasn't an accident. It takes lives of people… it chooses its victims--"

"Wait, what?" Summer interrupted him. "Chooses its victims?"

"Yes," Sam nodded.

"What Sam is trying to say is, this thing has killed before, and some how it knows who'll get next," Dean spoke up.

"I don't--I don't understand…"

"To get personal… this thing killed our mom the same way 22 years ago. I was just a baby and Dean was very little, but old enough to have seen more than me. Our dad witnessed the whole thing. He saw our mom die. That whole thing has turned our lives upside down," Sam explained the whole thing to her.

"That must have been very hard for him…"

"It was," Dean responded. "It ruined his whole life… he left to find it. That was almost seven months ago. We've been trying to find him ever since then."

"Not only did it kill our mom… it killed my girlfriend six months ago," Sam told her, now looking in her eyes, and in them, she could see how sad he was just talking about her.

"I'm very sorry," she whispered and grabbed his hand and held it lightly.

Sam lowered his eyes and tried to keep himself from becoming too upset.

"So, you two have been on the road for over six months trying to find your dad, but you aren't looking for this thing?"

"We're doing both," Dean told her. "We're going to find them both. Whoever gets to us first, we'll never know. But we do know, this thing is dead meat. It'll never get away with what it's done to the family… to mom."

"I'm coming with you, then."

"Summer, I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, it could obviously be too dangerous for you," Sam said, now looking up at her.

"I don't care. This thing killed the only person I had in my life. I want to get revenge."

Both of them knew she would come, but they hoped to stop her from doing so, but both knew it would be useless fighting with her about it.

"Ok," Dean said and nodded. "You can come, but if it gets too dangerous for you, we'll make you step aside. This won't be easy."

"Nothing's easy," She said.

"That's true," Sam agreed.

"When we get back to the motel, we'll tell you everything we know so you know what you're up against by joining us," Dean said.

"I'm ready for whatever you put on the table…"