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Series One, Episode Two, Part Four
That's What You Get*
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Dean parked the car a few minutes walk from the cabin, as not to alert the Al of their presence. The two hunters hid behind trees in front of the cabin: Dean to the left and Sam to the right. On the outside, the cabin looked different than the one the Winchesters had been hiding out in, - it had a porch, a green roof, and greenery covered the walls - but it was roughly the same size. It looked kind of peaceful amongst the tall trees that surrounded it.
After exchanging a glance, the brothers came out from behind their tree, guns drawn with clips full of lead bullets, and quickly snuck up to the house. Dean put his ear to the door; he could hear the TV on. He nodded to Sam and the two kicked down the door.
A boney old lady was sitting in a blue, non-reclined reclining chair near the fireplace. She had a plate on her lap and was watching the television. It looked like she was eating a human liver. She looked at them, screamed and revealed her true form as she stood up. The monster threw the plate at Dean's head. He ducked, and the plate hit the door, barely missing Sam's face.
The Al lunged at the boys, knocked the guns out of their hands, and threw them to the floor. Dean hit his head on the table next to the door as he went down, stunning him. Sam's gun landed a few feet away from him and he scrambled to get it back. He reached for it, but the Al grabbed his wrist and lifted him up. Sam landed a solid blow to her abdomen, but it had no effect.
Dean regained his wits and grabbed his gun. Just as the creature was about to slit his brother's throat with its copper claws, Dean shot her in the heart. When the Al dropped to the floor, Dean put a second bullet into her head. The brothers took the body out back and salted and burned it.
"Bitch got what she deserved," Dean said, staring into the flames.
"And now that that's done, time for you to talk to Cas."
Dean looked to the sky. Fuck.
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Sam had dropped off Dean at the motel, then went back to the bar they had went to the other night.
"Cas," Dean cleared his throat, "Cas I need to talk to you."
Nothing happened for five minutes. Something twisted inside Dean's gut. It was guilt. He felt guilty for what he did to Cas; for hurting him, for not listening to him, for not realizing that his best friend needed help.
I guess this is what I get for being such a stupid dick.
A few more minutes went by. Dean flipped open his cell phone and started dialing Sam's number to tell him he could come back to the room. But before he pressed the button to dial, a familiar voice said to him, "Hello Dean."
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*That's What You Get is a song by Paramore.
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