Ava Wilson and her fiance were declared missing. There's no leads to follow. The police had nothing to trace. Nobody reported anything strange or mysterious. The threats vanished. Hunters, though, hunters knew. Dean told Ellen who told everybody else. Demons took Ava Wilson and killed her fiance.

Not that the details matter anymore. It's been too long. Raven had dreams of two people dying in a hotel. The next hunt began.

Some random Connecticut inn had two people die in strange sudden ways. The owner of the inn had two girls, and a sick grandma. Dean suspected a voodoo witch at work. Voodoo symbols were found in random places around the property. Everyone that died wanted to sell or develop the inn.

Then, a third person died. Dean watched the ambulance arrive. He found the owner, after she spoke to the police.

"What happened?" Dean asked. He didn't have any idea where the twins went.

The owner assumed the trio were just traveling siblings. Guests, and nothing more. She sighed, sad. "Oh, the maid went in to turn down the sheets and he was just...hanging there."

"That's awful. He was a guest?" Dean asked.

"He worked for the company that bought the place." The owner replied. Another person involved in closing the place down, great. "I don't understand."

"What?" Dean asked.

"Had a lot of bad luck around here." She shook her head, sighing. "Look, if you'd like to check out I'll give you a full refund."

"No thanks. I don't scare that easy." He smirked, and went back inside. Better let the twins know something else was wrong.

==GMB==

Raven was outside the door. She held a doll in her hands. Dean frowned at it.

"Voodoo?" Dean asked.

Raven shook her head. "Peace offering. Kids always know something, you know?"

"Did the girls see anything?" Dean asked.

"They wouldn't say." Raven said. "Dolls don't always work at that age."

Dean took her word for it. "You check with Sam?"

"Not yet." Raven said.

"Let's go." Dean opened the door. It was already open, somehow. Weird. Raven followed in behind him. "There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room."

"Yeah. I saw." Sam mumbled.

"We've gotta figure this out, and fast." Dean said. "Raven tried with the girls, and they weren't talking. What'd you find out about Granny?"

"You're bossy." Sam grumbled.

Dean turned to him. Sam sat in the dark on a chair, frowning at the floor. "What?"

"You're bossy." Sam repeated. Dean knew that tone. Sam's being a smart ass, yeah, but that slurred voice meant something else. "And short." Sam laughed, snorting and giggling like an idiot.

"Are you drunk?" Dean asked.

"Yep." Raven held up an empty beer bottle. "Proper Winchester drunk. You two have a wicked high tolerance."

"Yeah. So? Stupid." Sam grumbled.

Raven grabbed more bottles. Dean was still furious.

"Dude, what are you thinking? We're working on a case." Dean snapped.

Sam wouldn't look at him. His brother looked off in a dark corner, swinging an empty bottle between his fingers. "That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him."

"What are you talking about? You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything." Dean said.

"No, I didn't know." Sam glared- half lidded but in a specific direction. "Did you?"

Raven paused.

"Sam." Dean warned.

"She watched the other two. What, I'm supposed to believe she missed the third?" Sam asked. "She could've found a way to save him. She should've saved Ava too-"

Raven put the empty bottles in the trash. She was still clearly listening, but she wasn't standing still. Dean clenched his jaw.

"You can't save everyone. Even you said that." Dean walked over to him. A bottle was still in Sam's hand. He'd had enough.

Sam slammed his hand on the table. Dean stepped back to gawk at Sam. Raven, across the room, had frozen. "No, Dean, you don't understand, all right? The more people we save, the more we can change!"

"Change what?" Dean asked.

He leaned forward. His hand on his chest. His brown eyes were wide, and some tears were falling. "Our destiny, Dean!"

Dean heard enough. In fact, if one more person mentioned anything about Sam and Raven's destiny, he would punch them in the face. "All right. Time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch." He helped Sam to his feet. The bottle was put down on the table. "Come on."

"I need you to watch out for me." Sam pleaded.

"Yeah. I always do."

"No! No, no, no. You have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever turn into something that I'm not." Sam pleaded. Dean wanted to punch his brother, and hug him really tight. "You have to kill me."

"Sam."

Sam shoved Dean. "Dean! Dad told you to do it, you have to."

"Yeah, well, Dad's an ass." Dean snapped. Sam frowned. "He never should have said anything, I mean, you don't do that, you don't, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids."

"No. He was right to say it! Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies! And the one person that sees all of it doesn't do anything! What if I end up like that?"

Raven was quiet. She was really quiet. Dean needed to see what she was doing. She loved shitting on John Winchester, but he didn't need those comments when Sam is like this. He also needed to see that she was okay. Sam said some messed up stuff. Fuck, it's like being a kid when he had to protect Sam from John's anger.

"Yeah, well, I'm not dying, okay?" Dean tried. "And neither are you. Neither is she." Dean turned. He saw Raven standing by the trash can. Empty beer bottles still in her hand, hovering over the trash without dropping them. It's not bad, but it's not actually filling him with butterflies. "Come on. Sam."

He moved Sam to the bed. His younger brother pushed back. He grabbed Dean by the jacket, pulling him down to Sam.

"No, please! Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise." Sam pleaded.

Dean shook his head. Hearing it from Dad was infuriating, but hearing from Sam? God, it makes him hurt real bad. "Don't ask that of me."

"Dean, please. You have to promise me." Sam said.

He's drunk. He's just drunk. Proper Winchester drunk, as Raven said. He won't remember it by morning, and he won't actually be thinking this crazy shit either. That's what Dean convinced himself. "I promise."

It calmed Sam. He held Dean by the face, smiling in relief. "Thanks. Thank you."

This is stupid. Dean can't keep doing it. If he does, he'll take it seriously and Raven needs help. Raven can't see him crying. "All right. Come on." He pushed Sam down.

Sam slumped on the bed. Dean tucked him in, reminded of doing this after his nightmares as a kid. Of monsters in the closet, and Dean wasn't allowed to tell him the truth yet. He could just say the monsters weren't real. Sam never knew Dean spent the rest of those nights with a gun in his tiny hands aimed at the closet, just in case.

Dean kinda wishes he could go back to that. To the time before hunting, of taking care of Sam like a brother. It was better in the time they didn't have this idea of destiny, or of demons having plans for Sam. He can't afford to think about this. They're on a case.

But Gordon's words did leave an impact. Dean can't ignore it. Sam wasn't a monster, and neither was Raven, but he'd seen demons take people over. Maybe Sam wouldn't do anything, but a demon using him as a meatsuit? Oh that could be done. There's no way his baby brother turns into the psychic monsters like Dean had seen.

He turned to Raven. He can have his feelings later. He's gotta check on his baby sister. It's what big brothers do.

She hadn't moved from the trash can.

"He didn't mean it." Dean said. "He was drunk."

Raven nodded her head. She kept her face hidden.

But Dean had known her for a couple months. She was a talker- kinda like Dean himself. Things aren't great when she's quiet. He briefly is terrified of what's going on in her head. Sam wears his heart on his sleeve. Raven and Dean? They keep them deep down. Dean knows the things he tells himself in his head. Does Raven say the same?

"You're not a monster." Dean assured her. "You're not."

She snorted. Finally, a sound. That's a step.

"You told us about this case." Dean reminded her. "Even if you knew about the third guy-"

"And if I knew-" Raven began. She didn't even sound sad. "-but didn't do anything, isn't Sam right?"

"No." Dean answered immediately. "God no."

Raven turned to him that time. There's no tears in her amber eyes. She kept her voice level. Sober as the day she was born, but stoic as a soldier. "Dean. I'm not offended. Ivy and I had a similar deal. I've prepared myself for that. It's really not a big deal. Hey, he was right. It's my destiny. Who would want to become like me?"

Dean ground his teeth.

"But, you were right too." Raven put the bottles away. She reached for the door. "He was just drunk."

"Raven-" Dean tried.

She left. The door shut. Very firm, giving him a clear message.

Dean was alone. Sam snored on the bed. Dean sat down, letting himself have a moment to feel just very fucking useless.

==GMB==

The next day, Sam reminded Dean of his promise.

"Feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn't it?" Dean asked as he walked back to the car.

"Yeah, it does. But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean." Sam said.

Dean tensed, but pretended not to be. "We talked about a lot of things last night."

"You know what I mean." Sam narrowed his eyes.

Dean narrowed his own right back. "You gonna apologize for what you said about Raven?"

Sam clenched his jaw. "You promised."

"From what you said, I should kill her right now." Dean snapped. Raven adjusted her bag on her hip. Cold January wind blew her hair. She watched them both, worryingly silent once again. "Or were you too wasted to realize what you were asking me to do?"

"You weren't." Sam countered.

Raven walked over. She opened her door, tossing her bag inside. "Next time you call me a monster, you better mean it." She slammed the door without another word.

==GMB==

AN: I love the EPIC saga. Ocean came out on Christmas and I'm losing my mind.