Moving On...in more ways than one

"Who'd suspect her?" Dean shrugged. "Sweet little girl, so then she kills Isaiah and his family. The old man takes the blame, his spirit's been trying to warn people ever since."

"Some people," I shook my head. In the words of Dean, monster I got-people were just nuts.

"So where's this one go?" The guy helping Derek asked as they picked up the crate.

"Take it out back and burn it." Sarah said without hesitation. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at her in shock. Sarah smiled, "I'm serious guys, thanks." Derek and his work partner carried the crate out to burn it out back. Then she turned to Sam, Dean, and I, "So why'd the girl do it?"

"Killing others?" Sam asked. "Killing herself?" Which was the ultimate extreme if you ask me. "Some people are just born tortured." Which always made no since to me, how was a baby born bad? "So when they die, their spirits are just as dark."

"At least that girl can no longer hurt any one." I said, putting my hands on my hips.

"It's over so I guess we can move on." Dean sighed. Not to surprising, what was the point in staying in one town when we could stop people from dying in another.

"I guess, I guess that means you're leaving." Sarah said, looking quite sad about it.

Then Sam and Sarah were staring at Dean and I. It was several minutes of awkward looks before I got the message. "Well we're just...you know, gonna go." I grabbed Dean by his arm, dragging him out to the car.

"Man, hopefully Sam gets laid." Dean grumbled as we climbed into the car.

I scowled, "How come it's a good thing for Sam to get laid but when it's me, a guy can't even come two feet."

Dean huffed. "There's a different between my little brother moving on and some guy trying to put the moves on my little sister..."

I shook head, "I know what I'm doing!"

"I just don't wanna see my little sister get hurt over some sleaze bag!" Dean blurted out. "...Girls are more emotional than guys."

I took a heavy breath, "I know that but it's a little to late. I've been hurt far too many times by guys and it would have been nice to have a big brother chase them off. But I'm not a naive teenager anymore, I've grown up. I know the signs of a guy whose bad news." I fell back into my seat and looked out the window where Sam and Sarah were still talking by the door.

Dean clenched his hand around the steering wheel, not for the first time this year, cursing his dad for taking a way the opportunity that all big brothers should have, keeping their little sister's virtue in tact well into adulthood, making sure she never shed a tear over some guy more interested in what's in her pants than her. But she was right, she spent her whole life without him and she survived. She wasn't naive and she was stronger than most chicks, she was a Winchester after all. Maybe it was time he trusted her, or at least make sure this guy that caught her attention was treating her right. "This guy...the one you've been sneaking around with." I looked up. "What's his name?"

Cautiously, I said, "Derek...Derek Matthews."

Dean swallowed hard, feeling sick about some jackass touching his baby sister. She was still innocent to him. "And does he...treat you right."

I looked at him narrowed eyes. "He does." I admitted, better than people I've known for years actually. We watched in silence for several minutes, watching Sarah close the door, Sam on the outside.

I thought the conversation was over, Dean's hand tightened on the steering wheel again before he forced himself to relax. "I want to meet this guy."

"Huh!" My mouth dropped and I stared at him with eyes nearly popping out the sockets. As this was happening, Sam was knocking back on Sarah's door.

Dean's eyes stayed down where he was looking at the steering wheel. "I want to meet this guy, make sure he's good enough for my baby sister."

This was when Sam got busy kissing Sarah.

Manning, Colorado, a man sat at the local bar. He was old, at least in his late fifties, flipping through his hunters journal. "Mr. Elkins?" The female bar tender said slowly as to get his attention. Elkins didn't look up from his journal of all the creatures he'd come to know existed. She tried again louder, "Mr. Elkins, would you like another?"

Elkins finally glanced up. "Yeah, thanks Beth."

Another bartender, a man this time, stepped up behind the woman as she was grabbing another bottle. "Thought they caught the Unabomber." The man grumbled to Beth.

"Yeah, poor Mr. Elkins lives all alone, up the canyon." Beth explained. "Sits here every day, going through his papers, making his little notes." She smirked. "He's a nice old man, he's just a nut." Then she poured a shot of alcohol and handed it over to the old man at the bar. "Here you go."

Elkins looked up just as one woman and three men walked into the bar. Elkins watched them closely as they sat at a table a few feet away. Beth walked on over, "What'll you have?" Beth asked.

"Jack all around, leave the bottle." The woman muttered dismissively.

"You hungry?" Beth suggested.

"We have dinner plans." The woman turned away.

Beth rolled her eyes and went to retrieve the bottle. "Can I get you something else Mr. Elkins?" She turned back to the old man only to realize his chair was now empty.

Just outside of town, Elkins skidded to a stop at his cabin, struggling to open the door with his key for several seconds before getting inside. Only when he was inside did he drop his papers on the desk, only to freeze as he turned around.

Standing before him was the woman from the bar that had entered just before he had left, was the reason he left. The woman smiled, "It's been a while. I gotta say, you look old."