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Chapter 22: We Need To Talk About Kevin Part 1

One Year Later

100 mile wilderness, Maine.

I gripped onto my axe tightly beside me. Dean was holding an axe as well, standing in front of a guy. We had absolutely no clue of where we were. We were running, trying to escape. I was bloodstained and dirty, same as Dean.

"Where are we?" Dean asked.

"What?" the man asked.

A woman came out of a tent and I cocked my gun, pointing at her.

"W-hey, hey…"

Dean rested his hand on his but lowered his hand at me. Stay with caution. I pointed it at the man.

"Where's the road?" Dean asked.

"Twelve miles, that way." The man replied. I looked inside the tent and Dean nodded. He picked up one backpack from the ground and we took off running. I put my weapon away once we were out of the clear.

We were like this for four days, trying to find some sort of civilization. I hated the wilderness. Hated it. Never liked it actually. But being in the wilderness of purgatory did that to you. You just hated everything.

We eventually hitchhiked and got into an orange truck. We drove on the road for along time. We got out and the driver gave us directions.

Then we walked along the road. Dean held his left hand. I was worried but remained calm.

There was a sign on a stone pillar that marked someone's land. Lafitte.

Dean read the sign and I did too. We walked onto the land. Dean carried the shovel. I offered to carry it but he shook his head. We paced slowly from a windmill.

"This better be you, you son of a bitch," Dean said.

He started to dig, and grunted. I waited off to the side while he dug the grave.

"All right," Dean stood up revealing uncovered bones.

"Hold on, you bastard," Dean said.

"Getting feisty," I said.

"You don't say," Dean said. He rolled up his left sleeve. His forearm was glowing red and pulsing. "Hold on!" I handed him a large knife. He cut it.

"Anima corpori... " He held his arm over the grave and the red glowing liquid dropped from his arm and onto the bones. "Fuerit corpus... totem resurgent." As the light vanished he dropped to the ground.

"Dean!" I cried.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Wow." He rolled down his sleeve, still gasping in pain. Benny appeared behind us.

"Wow that was fast."

"And painful," I added towards him.

He smirked at me. "No thanks to you. The hell took you so long?"

Dean got to his feet. "You're welcome."

Benny cracked his neck.

"Everything working?" Dean asked.

"Good enough," Benny opened his moth and his vampire teeth descended and then retracted. He closed his mouth. "So, what now?"

"Like we talked about, I guess," Dean said.

Benny nodded. "Then this is goodbye."

"Keep your nose clean, Benny. You hear me?" Dean asked.

Benny walked towards us and held out his hand. They shake. He and I hugged. "Thank you for everything," I said.

"We made it brother, little sis, I can't believe it."

"You and me both," Dean said and I grinned at us. I was happy to be home and I couldn't wait to see Sam again.

~*SPN*~