"You sure we should be here," PE asked George.
"Yeah, John didn't see me and the kids don't know me. We'll be fine for a couple of days while we figure out how to destroy this gun."
"Why do you want to destroy it, you never said?" PE asked.
"It can be used to kill anything supernatural, that's true. But what most people don't realize is that it can also open the gates to hell. I would do anything to prevent that," George responded passionately.
"Yeah, sounds like a good idea," PE agreed.
John and Dean pulled up to the cabin. "What's the plan," Dean asked.
John didn't get a chance to answer because George was just coming out the front door. "We have to destroy this gun," George shouted at John.
"What? Why would you want to do that?" John asked confused. He had thought they either had something they wanted to kill or a buyer. He never imagined they wanted to destroy it.
"Because it can open the gates of Hell," he answered.
"Look, I don't know anything about that. All I know is that it can kill the demon that killed my wife. After it does that you can have it to do with as you please," John bargained.
"No way," George countered. "I can't take the chance that it will wind up in the wrong hands."
"Where's your partner?" Dean asked. He always liked to know where all the players were. So did his dad, it was weird he wasn't more concerned about that.
"When I saw you two coming up the road, I figured I would have a hard time destroying this gun without a fight."
"You got that right," John said.
"Still doesn't tell us where your partner is," Dean said impatiently.
"I sent him out the back while I distracted you. Burt told me he broke Sam's arm, so I figure you dropped him off at the hospital,"
Dean didn't stop to listen any further. His dad had left the keys in the Impala and Dean was already racing for the driver's side. "Dad, come on," he yelled.
"You go ahead, George and I have some business to discuss."
"No, Burt is going to call here in a few minutes when he has Sam and you are going to let me destroy this gun, or Sam's dead."
"Dad!" Dean implored.
George's cell phone rang. George answered it, "You got him?"
He nodded, smiling at John. Dean sagged to the ground.
"Let me go toss the gun in that wood chipper and we'll let Sam go."
"You expect me to take your word for it that you have him," John asked incredulously.
George spoke into the phone, "Put him on." A couple of seconds of silence and then, "Daddy wants to say hi, Sammy."
He handed the phone to John, "Sam?" John asked.
"Dad, I'm sorry I keep screwing up," he heard from the other end.
What? What was he talking about? Did he really think this was his fault?
"Sam, this isn't your fault," John reassured.
Dean looked up at hearing that. He was surprised his dad had said that the way he'd been acting. "How do I know you'll let him go?" John asked George.
"We let you guys go last time, didn't we?" George reasoned.
John nodded and George went over, threw the gun in the wood chipper and turned it on. It made horrific screeching noises, but when it was all over the gun was barely recognizable as such.
George took his phone back, "Let him go, it's done."
He hung up. John thought about attacking him but decided that wouldn't be wise when they didn't actually have Sam in their possession.
"Come on, Dean," he said to his son.
"Dad, what about him?" Dean asked. He couldn't let that bastard get away with what he had done to Sam.
"I'm reluctant to attack a man when I'm not sure he doesn't still have access to Sam," John said softly.
"Good point."