When Maddison and her brothers join forces with their father to fight the Yellow-Eyed Demon, they narrowly escape with their lives. Maddison and the boys find themselves searching for allies. Take a journey with Dean, Maddison, Sam, and their newfou...
Dean sighed. "He said that he wanted me to watch out for you... to take care of you."
Sam shook his head. "He told you that a million times."
"No, this time was different. He said that I had to save you," Dean explained.
Sam furrowed his brow. "Save me from what?"
Dean shrugged. "He just said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered; and that if I couldn't, I'd—"
"You'd what, Dean?" Sam asked.
"That I'd have to kill you." Dean sighed. "He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy."
Sam furrowed his brow. "Kill me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Dean put his hands out. "I don't know."
"I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go dark side or something? What else did he say, Dean?" Sam asked.
Dean shook his head. "Nothing, that's it, I swear."
Sam scoffed. "How could you not have told me this?"
"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to," Dean said.
"Who cares?!" Sam yelled, "Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!"
Dean furrowed his brow. "You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day."
Sam turned and walked a few steps away, fuming. "We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the hell all this means."
"We do? I've been thinking about this. I think we should just lay low. Ya know?" Dean asked. "At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way I can make sure—"
Sam turned back. "What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?"
Dean shook his head. "I never said that."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Jeez, if you're not careful, you will have to waste me one day, Dean."
"I never said that!" Dean yelled. "Damn it, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And you're pissed at me, I get it. That's fine. I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"
Sam shook his head. "Forget it." He took a sip of his beer and turned to the lake.
"Sam, please, man." Dean grabbed Sam's arm. "Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please."
Sam had been quiet for a few days. Dean wanted to lay low, so we had been staying at a motel. It had been pretty relaxing, just walking around the town and watching movies together at night.
The last night we stayed at the motel, we all watched a movie and went to bed, but I woke up to a folded paper in my hands in the morning. When I opened it, I saw Sam's handwriting.
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