AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the second to last chapter, so brace yourselves, it's going to be a weird one; very whimsical and strange.

CHAPTER 11

Dean rushed into the room and knelt next his father's unmoving body. John was laying there with his eyes wide open, dead. Dean's breath whooshed out of him and he clutched his father to his chest.

"Dad" he cried out softly as he rocked in place. The shock of losing his father was like a building had landed on him. He had a sudden flashback of the night his mother had died; but this time his father wouldn't end up okay, and Sam wasn't there depending on him.

"Sam" the name came out of his lips as a whisper. He gently let his father go and stood up. He knew that it had been his brother that had killed John; it couldn't be anyone else. A sick feeling entered his chest when he realized what he would have to do.

If he wanted to do the right thing and save lives, he would have to kill his own brother.

A sob escaped from Dean as the thought entered his mind. He held his head in his hands and wept. What was he going to do?

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Sam drove quickly, needing to get there as soon as he could. He had stolen a car from some guy at the motel. The French man had shouted at him when Sam had pulled him from his car. The shouting had been annoying, so Sam had stopped it.

Sam wasn't familiar with the area, but he knew exactly where to go. Just like he knew that his brother wasn't there anymore.

Perfect.

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Dean searched the room frantically, not even knowing what he was looking for. All he knew was that his father always wrote down what he found out about paranormal activities; and if what he had found out about Sam wasn't in the journal that Dean already had, then it would be written somewhere else.

Dean was about to give up when he noticed something sticking out from under the bed. He didn't know what it was because the sheets of the bed half covered it, as if it had been thrown there haphazardly. "What he hell" he muttered and ripped the sheets up quickly to see what was there. His eyes widened when he saw the journal there. It was almost identical to the one that Dean had; the same make and color, and it was faded just like the other one. John had most likely owned it for just as long.

From where it had been lying on the floor Dean thought that Sam had already read it and had thrown it aside.

Dean cracked it open and started reading. The first sentence made his breath catch.

If the son of evil is completely taken over by darkness, his powers will show themselves and make him invulnerable to any weapon but true love wielded by blood.

"Justine!" the name burst out of him as he hurriedly ran from the room and out to his car. Sam would be heading for Justine by now, and he would be trying to kill her. Justine loved Dean and that love could be used as a weapon against Sam; but only if Dean was there to do it.

Sam had heard something similar to that sentence before. His father had once told him a story when he was just a kid. It had been pretty messed up so he remembered it pretty well. It was that story that played over in his mind as he ran out to his car.

A long time ago, a great evil walked the earth, killing and torturing people for its amusement. This evil manifested itself in thebody of a man; A man who had been once been an honest and respected man in his village.

One day, after being visited by a strange man dressed completely in black, the man began to change. His temper began to grow unpredictable and the villagers became afraid of him. It went to a point where he killed his wife by burning her in a fire. After that, his only son shunned him. The man, being controlled by something he didn't understand, left the village.

Then he began his reign of terror. Many tried to stop him, but he was unscathed by their blades. After years of this, the man who had once occupied the body was almost completely gone. The evil the possessed it was frustrated becausepart of the other man was still there; kept there by the man's love for his son. The evil decided to go there and kill the son, to complete the hold that he had on the body.

But when the evil was just about to kill the son, the young man's wife stood. She wouldn't leave her husbandto die alone and pledged her undying love. The son, now emboldened by her words took up his small knife and stabbed the great evil. The evil laughed at first because it had thought itself invincible, but the knife found the body's heart and stopped it. The great evil died that day from the weapon of love wielded by blood.

Sam had heard the story right along with Dean and so he too knew what would happen if Justine lived. That was why Dean had to get to her as soon as possible.

Sam walked up the steps to Justine's house. He didn't bother to ring the doorbell; he just busted the door open with his foot. It opened easily, his added strength helping. He heard a muffled yelp come from upstairs and looked up at the ceiling, tracking the noise.

An evil smile crossed his mouth and he started up the steps.

Dean was almost there. He pushed the car as fast as it could go, swerving around other cars on the highway. The thought of what would happen to Justine if he was late, made his hands clench on the steering wheel.

He had loved her for a long time, almost since they had met. And he had known even then that she belonged to someone else. The memory replayed in his mind as he drove.

"This guy says that he has a violent poltergeist in his house, and he wants his girlfriend there with us when we get rid of it?" Dean asked his father incredulously. "Some boyfriend he is"

John laughed lightly at his son's quip. The older man was sitting in the passenger seat of Dean's prize possession, his Chevy Impala. They had just entered the island of Montreal and were on their way to Dorval.

Dean always drove.

"Apparently she thinks of herself as a paranormal investigator or something. He bought the house knowing that it was haunted, just so she could…"

"Investigate?" Dean interrupted with a smirk. The two men shared a laugh at the woman's foolishness.

Dean's laughter didn't last too long after he met her though. He had expected her to be beautiful; the boyfriend wouldn't go to so much trouble for a dog. He hadn't expected her to be intelligent though. And she had been, burning him with her dry humor more then a few times.

By the time that they had rid Henri Galilean's house of its nasty ghost he had fallen completely in love with her.

Both he and his father had been surprised at how knowledgeable she was. She had known how to take care of the poltergeist herself, but Henri had insisted that she have back up. But the Winchesters had noticed how she had kept herself together, even when things got messy.

The second surprise for Dean was how much he had liked Henri. The Frenchman had been a few years older then John, but he was in good shape. His attractive aristocratic looks and charm had helperd Dean understand why Justine would be with someone so much older then her. This was no sugar daddy kind of situation; they actually loved each other.

Dean would have preferred otherwise.

"So I guess that you'll be leaving now" Justine said quietly to Dean as they both sat on the steps leading up to the now ghost free house. John was inside talking with Henri and they were alone. They satapart looking up at the stars.

"No reason for us to stay" Dean answered even though it hadn't been a question.

"I could use the help" Justine said, not looking at Dean. He turned his head to study her profile. Justine glanced at him and continued. "I don't know as much as I want…and you could teach me" she explained.

Dean was silent for a moment. "My dad wouldn't be into that" he said finally. Dean would want to stay, but John wouldn't want to stop hunting. Maybe it was better this way; staying here and torturing himself wasn't what he thought of as fun.

But Justine continued. "He could go and…you could stay" she said, almost whispering. "Henri would pay you for your time" she added in a rush.

Dean took the time to decide what to do, turning again to look up at the sky. He had never been without his father on assignment before, teaching or not. And getting closer to both Justine and Henri would only make him feel worse.

"Sounds good to me" he answered anyway, knowing that he would do anything to spend more time with Justine.

And even after all the pain he had gone through because of that decision, he still didn't regret it.

Sam could hear Justine's breathing from behind the large desk in the room. He had heard her breathing from all the way downstairs, andhad followed it to the plush study upstairs. He looked around the room and admired the dark wood that made up almost every surface. The overall scheme of the room was 'log cabin' and he got a kick out of it.

"Come out come out wherever you are" he called out playfully as he crept around the desk silently and looked down at Justine kneeling there. Her red was half covering her face and spilling over her shoulders, it made Sam's mouth water. He had fond her attractive before, but hadn't done anything about it. Now he would do what he wanted.

Justine's head rose slowly as she looked up at him from her crouch. Sam could see the fear in her eyes and a thrill of lust went through him; nothing like terror as an aphrodisiac.