Break the habit of a lifetime part 11...The final instalment...
Sam sat on the white wicker chair positioned in the corner of the room. Looking over at the bed where Maggie lay. Dean was leaning against the wall, but didn't stay there for long. He thrust his fist against the wall, pulling himself away from the wall. He stalked over to the dressing table opposite Maggie's deathbed. He looked at the lifeless reflection in the mirror; then smashed it with a clenched fist again and again. Sam flinched in the chair, startled and slightly disturbed by Dean's actionsbut kept his eyes on Maggie.
Dean then proceeded to pick up a nearby chair and threw it against the wall, leaving a dent in the plaster. He turned around, seething, looking for something else to punch or throw. But unable to find anything he swept the pile of papers and newspaper clippings off the nearby dining table. He kicked the table leg causing it to break and collapse. At that moment Lola returned with a brown bag. "Dean what the hell are you doing?" She asked, with a frown, shocked by the state of the room. Dean stormed out the room, without even looking at Lola.
"Dean!" Lola called after him. She turned to look at Sam; he finally lifted his gaze from the bed, his eyes puffy and red, simply looked at Lola. "This isn't the fist time someone has sacrificed their lives for us." He croaked. Lola shook her head and frowned, trying to understand what happened to these guys to screw them up so much.
She placed the bag on the free twin bed and followed after Dean, hoping to catch him before he drove off in the state he was. But she got there just in time to see Dean speed off in a rickety blue truck, which he had obviously hotwired.
Lola jumped into her Chevy pick up and followed the direction of the skid marks.
When she finally caught up with him, Dean was standing on the same bridge she had pulled him from last night. A six pack, which was already minus three bottles, in his hand, watching as he precious Impala was dredged from the river.
"The one thing I could fix, and even that's screwed to hell." Dean drawled, who had seen Lola pull up.
"Dean what are you doing?" Lola sighed.
"What does it look like I'm doing." Dean slurred as he slumped down the railings to the floor.
"Dean, Maggie asked you to take care of yourself, you call this taking care." Lola bent down next to Dean, his face was drawn, his clothes disheveled.
"So what…it's not like she's here to tell me off…" Dean trailed off.
"They're all gonna die on me Lola...sooner or later…" Dean looked up to the horizon, squinting through the sunrise.
"Mom's dead…Dad's dead…I lost Sammy once…and now Maggie." He continued flicking a bottle top at the opposite slat railings.
"I can't do it anymore, I can't loose anyone else." "Why can't I have my family…why cant…why do I have to save everybody else?" Dean looked at Lola showing her a side, a pain that she had never seen before, gone was the strong, closed off lady's man she had gotten to know so well. Before her sat a broken, scared man, in a drunken mess. She couldn't handle this side of him; it hurt too much to see him like this. She pulled him up and hauled him into her car. And with what she now knew about his deal with a demon, made it all the more painful.
When they got back to the hotel, she staggered up the stairs, Dean leaning on her for support not that could give much under his 6ft frame. She handed him over to Sam, passing him from her shoulder to his.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked; his cheeks glistened from fresh tears that had spilled over in their absence.
"I've just got to get some air." Lola replied quickly, darting down the steps to the pick up. She sped off down the road, the tired screeched on the tarmac as the wheels spun with lightning speed.
An hour later she came to a dirt road, she skidded to a stop just in the middle of a crossroads. She ransacked her trunk; finally finding what she was looking for, she slammed the lid shut. She stormed up to the center of the crossroads and buried a rusty tin box. Then stood expectantly.
"Two deals in 24 hours, I'm having a busy week?" A cocky voice caused Lola to spin round. There stood the demon, eyes red, bold as brass.
"And what can I do for you gorgeous?"
"Lets cut the crap, I know you can read minds…you know what I want, so lets get this over and done with shall we." Lola walked up to the demon, her voice was clam but firm.
"Lets get down to business then." The demon agreed slightly shocked by Lola's confidence.
The two locked lips, a strong wind blew around them, whipping Lola's auburn curls around her face.
The wind seemed to be leading in a direction, strait to Sam and Dean's hotel room. The window burst open. The brother's looked at each other both stunned and puzzled by what was happening.
Suddenly Maggie's eyes sprung open. She sat up with a start. She looked at Sam then at Dean with a frown; who both returned the expression with tilted heads and an even deeper frown.
How could she be alive, it had been several hours since the exorcism, she had given up her gift.
How could she be alive?
(To be continued….)