I didn't even realize this chapter was going to start the last episode of the season tell I ended this episode half way though the chapter! Can you believe I'm almost done with season one because I can't.

Fighting

Sam stood angrily, "You're damn right I am!" He shouted. I was sorely tempted to just smack him one good time to the back of the head.

"Well that's not going to happen, not as long as I'm around." Dean said firmly. Well I sure wasn't going to sit around and watch my brother do a suicide mission.

"We can't just go running half cocked getting us all killed." I voiced frustrated.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sam demanded pissed to hell. "This is the demon we've been searching for our entire lives." You didn't have to tell me. "It's the only thing we've ever cared about!" Please, I scoffed, I had a life before Dean broke into my apartment nearly a year ago. I didn't even know my mother had been murdered when I was pulled into the life of a Winchester.

"I wanna waste it, I do." Dean admitted. "But it's not worth dying over."

"What?" Sam asked shocked.

"I don't see how getting yourself killed just because of the possibility of ganking this thing is going to help anything at all." I plopped down on the bed and tugged back on my boots, tying up the laces.

Dean finally blurted out what he was already thinking for a while now. "If hunting this demon means getting yourself killed then I hope we never find the damn thing!"

"That thing killed Jess!" Sam finally stood up. I raised my head, just knowing he was going to go ballistic. "That thing killed mom."

"You said it yourself once." Dean reminded him of what happened a year ago when we first started out. "That no matter what we do, they're gone, and they're never coming back."

Sam went insane, grabbing Dean and shoving him hard enough in the wall to crack it. I was on my feet in a flash. "Let him go!" I shouted, grabbing Sam's arm, tugging at him.

But Sam was so pissed and upset with tears brimming in his eyes as he stared Dean down that I wasn't even a blink on his radar. "Don't you say that, not you! Not after all this, don't you say that!"

"Sam look," Dean said in a quiet tone. "The four of us...that's all we have, and it's all I have." I felt my own tears starting to spring forward. "Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, without you...or Chris, or dad..."

Sam loosened his grip and slowly backed away. I let out a brief of relief that this wouldn't escalate into a fist fight. All three of us were a mess. We all looked a little red in the face while forcing back tears that brimmed in our eyes. "He should have called by now." Sam choked out. "Try him again."

Elsewhere's, Meg smiled as she answered John's ringing phone. "You three really screwed up this time."

"Where is he?" Dean snarled pissed.

I was close enough that I paled at what I heard she say next. "You're never going to see your father again."

At the motel, Dean quickly hung up the phone after what Meg said. "They've got dad."

"What do we do?" I panicked, yanking on my jacket.

Dean grabbed the colt off the table and tucked it into the back of his pants. "We got to go." Dean said, grabbing his duffle.

"Why?" Sam asked but I was already zipping up my bag, throwing it over my shoulder.

Dean was just now tugging on his jacket. "Because the demon knows we're in Salvation." He explained. "It knows we got the colt." And most likely pissed since we tried to trick it. "It's got dad, it's probably coming for us next."

"So we should probably get it of here before it shows up." I said, yanking my hair into a ponytail so it wouldn't flap in my eyes if we needed to run.

"No we shouldn't," Sam said, not making a move to get his stuff. "We've still got three bullets left." Which we needed to save for The Demon, not ones like Meg. "Let it come." I was seriously starting to wonder if he was trying to get us call killed.

Dean stopped what he was doing, raising a hand. "Listen tough guy, we're not ready, okay? We don't know how many of them are out there." Knowing our luck, it was probably a whole lot more than the three of us. "Now we're not good to anyone dead." I was already getting ready to load stuff into the car. "We're leaving...now."

Barely minutes later were we speeding in the impala down a backroad. "I'm just saying, we could have taken him." Sam insisted not for the first time.

I scoffed, "I'd rather be prepared instead of risking all our lives by just going head first."

"What we need is a plan." Dean suggested driving. "Now they're probably keeping dad alive, we just gotta figure out where." How hard could that be...right? "They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun." Sam shook his head and I leaned to the edge of my seat to look at him confused, what else would the demon want? "What?" Dean asked.

"If that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?" Sam demanded, clearly looking upset about the whole ordeal. "Dad, he might be..." I clenched my hands around my knees at the implication he was making.

"Don't!" Dean snapped.

"Seriously," I muttered.

"I don't want to believe it either." Sam said, trying to make us see things his way. "But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing." Honestly, I did see his point of things. "We still have the colt." I just didn't want to admit my father could be dead after knowing he was alive after all these years of wondering who he was. "We can still finish the job."