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gavemea_45) wrote2010-04-21 09:08 pm
gavemea_45) wrote2010-04-21 09:08 pm
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They'd found out the hard way that the seven deadly sins weren't just vices, but actual demons. Demons that had been released through the gate in Wyoming. Sam can't stop wondering about what that means in terms of what else might be out there waiting for them.
It had been a hell of a fight and a hell of a mess to clean up, but between the four of them, they'd managed it.
(Five, actually, counting the mysterious blonde girl with the demon-killing knife, whose name Sam never did get. He can't stop wondering about that, either.)
In any case, now Tamara's gone on her way, Bobby's headed back to his place, and it's just the two of them left.
It had been a hell of a fight and a hell of a mess to clean up, but between the four of them, they'd managed it.
(Five, actually, counting the mysterious blonde girl with the demon-killing knife, whose name Sam never did get. He can't stop wondering about that, either.)
In any case, now Tamara's gone on her way, Bobby's headed back to his place, and it's just the two of them left.
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"Don't you dare."
Is this what Dad felt? Or would have felt? If --
That thought gets shoved away, too. Too far to ever see the light of day again.
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"How can I not? What, you expect me to go on living and just let you die in my place?"
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Dean, for this second of time, sounds old.
"Because you and I both know you're the one that can."
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"You're unbelievable."
Anger rises in a welcome flood, replacing the numb shock.
"You're seriously telling me that you think-- never mind. You know what? Just never mind."
Beat.
"But I'll tell you one thing. This isn't over, Dean."
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"It is."
Or at least this part of the conversation about it is over.
But Sam's always been persistent.
When he was seven it was even kinda cute.
As it stands now --
Now Dean punctuates his statement by slamming the trunk of the Impala and yanking open the driver's side door.
"So let's get a move on. The latest crop of creepy crawlies aren't gonna wait for us all nice and polite."
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Sam stalks around to the other side of the car, jerks his own door open, and drops into the passenger seat.
He gives Dean one last hard look, then stares ahead through the windshield, his jaw set.
It's not over. I'll find a way. Somehow.
"Okay. Let's go."