Two Groups
"So I guess we're what, splitting up now." I said quietly, leaning against the hood of the impala. I slowly looked down at my phone. ME: Liar. I had nothing else to add to this conversation.
"Just promise me something." Dean told John. My phone started to vibrate again.
"What's that?" John asked Dean. DEREK: Come on, give me some help here.
"This thing goes south...just get the hell out." Dean begged. "Don't get yourself killed, you're no good to us dead." My thumb moved across my key, my face sullen while I gave Derek the impression that everything was alright on my end. ME: you'll be fine. Just remember, Dean likes classic cars (especially his baby, our '67 Chevy Impala), apple pie, and rock music so old he buys them on cassette tapes.
"Same goes for you." John said before there was a long pause of silence. "They made the bullets special for this colt." I slowly slid my phone back into my pocket, it was time to get serious. "There's only four of them left." Which meant we couldn't just waste them on any demon we came across. "Without them, the gun is useless." We needed to use it on 'the' demon. "You make every shot count."
"Of course we will." I agreed.
John looked from one his children to the next. "Been waiting a long time for this fight." I felt almost nogolistic. "Now it's here and I'm not gonna be in it." It didn't seem right, did it. "It's up to you kids now." I didn't bother correcting him, that we weren't kids. "It's your fight, you finish this." It didn't seem right that he wouldn't be there. "You finish what I started." I bowed my head, letting my hair fall into my face. "Understand?" John handed Dean the colt.
"We'll see you soon dad." Sam said. The three of us stood against the impala, watching dad leave us behind in his truck.
At the warehouse that was supposed to be a day's drive several hours later, John was just now climbing out his truck. He opened his jacket to make sure the fake gun was still there as he had done countless times on the way over. Then he took rosary beads and a flash of holy water from his pocket.
At Monica's house, "So what should we tell them?" I asked from my seat in the back. Sam and Dean sat in the front seat with the colt prepared between them. We were watching across the street as Monica and her husband were just now finishing they're dinner.
"How about a gas leak?" Sam suggested. "Might get em out of the house for a few hours." I remembered the last time we used the gas leak for an excuse. It was when we were dealing with those bugs and the cursed land, turns out the people knew the gas company guy so that was a total bust (see Bugs episodes).
"And how many times has that actually worked for us?" Dean asked. He had a point, of course.
We lasted lapsed into another long silence as we watched the house before Sam made another suggestion. "We could always them them the truth."
I scooted to the edge of my seat and all three of us stared at each other. "Nah," we all decided at the same time and I flung myself back into my seat.
"I know, I know." Sam sighed with a weak smile pulling at his lips. "I just...with what's coming for these folks." I narrowed my eyes, well we sure won't just sitting here for us to fail.
"We only got one move and we all know that." Dean said firmly. "We gotta wait for that demon to show itself and then we get it before it gets them." I took a deep breath wondering if tonight was the night it would all end, after nearly twenty three long years.
We all stopped to stare at the house for a while. "I wonder how dad's doing." Sammy sighed.
"Probably better than we are." I sighed heavily, wondering when anything was going to happen.
"I'd feel a lot better if we were there backing him up." Dean sighed.
"I'd feel a lot better if he was here backing us up." Sam admitted.
I sighed, leaning my head against the back of the seat. "I'd feel a lot better if this whole thing was over."
At the warehouse, John was standing on the roof near a water tank. He looked down to see Meg was just now arriving. She slowly looked up to the water tank on the roof. But by the time she did, John was no longer there. There was no reason for her to be out here so she went inside. Once she was gone, John came out of his hiding place and climbed up the ladder to the water tower. He wasted no time opening the lid and then chanting something he'd memorized in Latin. He dropped the rosary into the water, watching as it shimmered briefly.
At Monica's house, "This is weird." Sam said.
"You just figured that out." I sighed, staring blankly up at the house.
"No, not that." Sam said, talking about our little stakeout which certainly wasn't our first. "After all these years, we're finally here." We have spent our entire lives the way we did all because of this one demon. "It doesn't seem real." It didn't, knowing tonight may be the night we kill the demon that ruined everything.
"We just gotta keep our heads and do our job...like always." Dean said.
"Yeah, but this isn't like always." Sam said quietly.
"It's all going to be different." I said, moving back to the edge of my seat.
"And," Sam turned sentimental. "I wanna thank you, both of you."
Dean and I looked at each other confused and then back at Sam. "For what?" We both said. I had a feeling this whole conversation was about to get very sentimental and sappy.