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No one said a word the whole ride; Dean was too numb to talk and Sam knew better than to pester Dean for details. They pulled over at some shabby little motel off of Route 45 for the night, Dean too physically and mentally exhausted to drive another mile. Sam suggested that Dean take a hot shower and while he did that, Sam started browsing the web, looking for a new case to follow. He knew that if he could find something to occupy Dean, than maybe, he'd stop thinking about what all he'd left behind. Even as he searched through homicides throughout the country though, Sam couldn't stop thinking about the look on Dean's face when they left Sylvia's. It was as if Dean's soul had been grinded to dust, and it pained him so much to see his big brother this way, for him to miss out on yet another opportunity. Although Dean would never admit it, Sam knew exactly what Dean really wanted, what he truly longed for in life; a warm, safe home with a loving woman by his side and hordes of youngsters running all around. Dean's always been good with kids, Sam thought, probably because he had one tide to his hips his whole childhood. Then Sam got up, opened up his duffle bag, and pulled out the few remaining pictures that had been saved from the brother's childhood. Looking through them, Sam's empathy for Dean deepened, as he realized just how much Dean had truly given up for him. He's given up everything! His hopes, his dreams, his LIFE! He'd even given up Lisa and Ben, all for me! And now, to know that he has a little girl, just to have to walk away and never get to be a part of her life? Sam closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. No, I can't think that way! I gotta be strong for Dean, he needs me right now! Sam put the pictures back in the bag, closed his laptop, and flopped down on one of the two beds. He wanted to stay awake, in case, just by chance, that Dean wanted to talk, but his eyelids fell shut before he could even take off his shoes. It'd been a long day for everyone.
She cried out, but there was no one to hear her screams. No one… except the fearless attacker that had ahold of her neck, lifting her off the ground by a mere three feet or so. "Where's the child?" said the man in a cold tone, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "Please! Don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want but PLEASE! I beg you! LET ME GO!" The man laughed an evil kind of laugh that almost seemed to have power behind it, power enough to shake the walls. "My concern is not with you, just tell me where the child of Dean Winchester is, or I assure you, within seconds this floor shall be painted in your blood!" Her whole body shaking, all she could manage were quick gasps of air, followed by more pleading cries. The man, growing impatient, placed his hand on the woman's head, burning her eyes out as bursts of bright, white light emanated from within her entire body. He then dropped her lifeless body on the floor and made his way to a back bedroom, where a tiny little baby laid, screaming upon seeing the man, as if she knew of the ultimate power that he possessed. The man bent forward, placing his hand on her head and saying, "Forgive me little one, but we cannot allow another of your lineage to carry on." White light as bright as the sun shone throughout the whole house, and then, in an instant, it was gone. The man stood there, turned his heels and disappeared with a flash, for he had completed the task set before him…
Sam sat up, drenched in sweat, as Dean grabbed his shoulders, trying to steady his quivering brother. "Hey man, it's alright! It was just a bad dream! You're ok, you're safe, it's alright!" Sam starred into his brothers eyes, and immediately Dean knew that this wasn't any ordinary nightmare. "Dean, we have to go back to Sylvia's, RIGHT NOW!" Panic washed over Dean, "What's wrong?" Why are we going back!?" Jumping off the bed, Sam grabbed his bag and sprinted towards the motel room door. "It's Jenny, she's in trouble! Something's coming after her and we have to move fast!" Without a second thought, Dean grabbed his keys off the night stand and followed Sam right out the door.
Dean was driving off the face of the Earth, passing every vehicle in site and nearly hitting a couple of them. He gripped the steering wheel so tight that his fingernails dug into the leather bindings. "What do you mean she's in danger? How do you know that?" Dean practically growled the question. How do I know? "I dreamed it." "You dreamed it? What the Hell's that supposed to mean!?" Dean wanted answers. "I don't know, I… I guess I had a vision or something?" "Or something…? Man, this is NO TIME for or something!" Dean swerved and just barely missed another car, he was going almost ninety now. "What did you say this guy looked like? Did he have black eyes? Was he a demon?" Sam shook his head, "No, he wasn't a demon. In fact, I think he might be an angel?" Dean gripped the steering wheel harder, his whole arms shaking. "Damnit Sam! I need something solid! Was he an angel or NOT!?" Dean's rage had just about hit its peak. Sam was about to speak when suddenly he gazed forward, "DEAN! LOOK OUT!" A Volkswagen was pulling in front of them; Dean jerked the wheel as just to miss it, sending the Impala spinning out of control, doing a complete 180 ° before coming to a halt. Sam took deep breaths while Dean tried restarting the car, cursing under his breath as the engine would not turn over. "SON OF A BITCH!" Sam gripped his brother's arm, tight enough so that he'd know to stop what he was doing. "Dean, calm down! We're gonna make it, it's gonna be ok. Now, gently turn the key." Dean did as Sam said, and engine reeved up it mighty roar. "YES! Thank you, Baby" Dean whispered, and started down the road again, going just slightly slower than before. "I'm sorry man, it's just I'm, I just mean, I just…" Dean couldn't talk, his fear reaching a new level of high now. "I know man, I know." Dean began gripping the wheel again, it seemed to be the only thing grounding him to Earth, well that and Sam, of course. "What would an angel want with my daughter? She' only four months old? I just met her today?" Sam stared blankly ahead. "I don't know?" "And why did your freaky, psychic visions decide to flare up again?" That's a good question," thought Sam. "I don't know that either? I haven't had visions since I stopped drinking demon blood?"
As they got closer to Mobile, images of the previous day flashed through Dean's mind, as he recalled seeing his sweet, innocent little girl for the first time. Her dazzling green eyes, her beautiful smile, the way she held onto his finger when he said goodbye. Oh God, please God, No! Don't take her from me! I'll do whatever it takes to the best Dad there ever was, just PLEASE, don't… Sam could see his brother tensing up more now, and he softly spoke, "Dean? You still there?" Dean didn't take his eyes off the road; he couldn't take the reality of what was happening. "Sammy, if something happens to her, I… I don't think I could take it." Sam knew this to be true; he just knew that his brother meant what he said. Sam ran the vision through his head again, trying to understand the meaning of it all. Cannot allow your lineage to carry on, what's that supposed to mean? Our bloodline? Does he want to end the Winchesters for good? Sam peered into Dean's eyes, they were completely blank. The only thing there was the unimaginable fear of losing a child, the same fear that had driven John to sell his soul for Dean; the same fear that led Dean to sell his soul for Sam. It'll be the end of us alright, thought Sam. If Jenny dies, that'll kill Dean for sure! And I couldn't take that; I'd surely die too! Sam could see the Mobile city limits sign, and said, "We better hurry!" With that, Dean kicked the pedal to the floor, breaking over 100 MPH! We're coming baby, Daddy's cumin'…just hold on!
