Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 4, 2014 19:13:09 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON ONE. EPISODE TWENTY-ONE.
The motel room walls were covered in maps and illustrations. John sat at a table in the center and his sons stood a few feet apart from each other, Sam leaning up against a window and Dean leaning up against a wall. "That's everything I know" John finished his explanation about how he was tracking the demon. "It was dormant until about a year ago when I was finally able to pick up a trail." "That's when you took off" Dean observed, trying not to feel the weight of that statement hitting him hard. John nodded, avoiding Dean's eyes as he pointed to a few different locations on the map in front of him. "I'd spotted some demon omens...but by the time I got there..." He shook his head, clearing his throat gruffly. "It's the same everywhere. The omens appear and then within a week, some family in the area is killed. It's back to going after families now. Like it went after ours."
"Families with infants" Sam wanted to know, speaking up for the first time in awhile. John nodded again. "Six month olds. Just like you." Dean could see it coming a mile away but before he could get a single word in edgewise, Sam was saying thickly, "so this demon is going after the kids. It wants them for some reason. Like it wanted me. So Mom's death...and Jess'...it's all because of me. It's my fault." Dean pushed off the wall, straightening up. "Sam, it's not your fault" he insisted immediately. "Maybe not" Sam shot back, his eyes glassy. "But it's my problem." "No it's OUR problem" Dean countered flatly. Sam opened his mouth but John got there first. "That's enough." He was on his feet. "Now, I've started seeing some signs again." Sam set his jaw tightly. "Where?"
"Salvation, Iowa."
~~~
Dean spent most of the ride to Salvation trying to think of something to say that would keep Sam from continuing to think and behave like their mother's death was his fault. He'd finally gotten out the words, "look Sam" when just up ahead, their father's truck pulled off the main road. The brothers swapped a puzzled look and then followed. "Dad's what's wrong" Dean wanted to know, getting out of the Impala and watching in slight surprise as their father swore and punched the back of his truck. "I just got a call from Caleb" John announced. After a three second pause, in which he was clearly trying to pull himself together, he added, "Jim Murphy's dead." "Pastor Jim?" Dean looked at Sam and then back to John. They'd known Jim pretty well, having been dropped off at his house more than once when they were younger and John needed to go off on a hunt. John nodded grimly. "His throat was slit. Caleb found sulfur at his place." "The demon" Dean wanted to know instantly. "I don't know if it was THE demon or just a demon sent to do the dirty work, but either way, the demon knows we're close. This ends now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes."
The motel room walls were covered in maps and illustrations. John sat at a table in the center and his sons stood a few feet apart from each other, Sam leaning up against a window and Dean leaning up against a wall. "That's everything I know" John finished his explanation about how he was tracking the demon. "It was dormant until about a year ago when I was finally able to pick up a trail." "That's when you took off" Dean observed, trying not to feel the weight of that statement hitting him hard. John nodded, avoiding Dean's eyes as he pointed to a few different locations on the map in front of him. "I'd spotted some demon omens...but by the time I got there..." He shook his head, clearing his throat gruffly. "It's the same everywhere. The omens appear and then within a week, some family in the area is killed. It's back to going after families now. Like it went after ours."
"Families with infants" Sam wanted to know, speaking up for the first time in awhile. John nodded again. "Six month olds. Just like you." Dean could see it coming a mile away but before he could get a single word in edgewise, Sam was saying thickly, "so this demon is going after the kids. It wants them for some reason. Like it wanted me. So Mom's death...and Jess'...it's all because of me. It's my fault." Dean pushed off the wall, straightening up. "Sam, it's not your fault" he insisted immediately. "Maybe not" Sam shot back, his eyes glassy. "But it's my problem." "No it's OUR problem" Dean countered flatly. Sam opened his mouth but John got there first. "That's enough." He was on his feet. "Now, I've started seeing some signs again." Sam set his jaw tightly. "Where?"
"Salvation, Iowa."
~~~
Dean spent most of the ride to Salvation trying to think of something to say that would keep Sam from continuing to think and behave like their mother's death was his fault. He'd finally gotten out the words, "look Sam" when just up ahead, their father's truck pulled off the main road. The brothers swapped a puzzled look and then followed. "Dad's what's wrong" Dean wanted to know, getting out of the Impala and watching in slight surprise as their father swore and punched the back of his truck. "I just got a call from Caleb" John announced. After a three second pause, in which he was clearly trying to pull himself together, he added, "Jim Murphy's dead." "Pastor Jim?" Dean looked at Sam and then back to John. They'd known Jim pretty well, having been dropped off at his house more than once when they were younger and John needed to go off on a hunt. John nodded grimly. "His throat was slit. Caleb found sulfur at his place." "The demon" Dean wanted to know instantly. "I don't know if it was THE demon or just a demon sent to do the dirty work, but either way, the demon knows we're close. This ends now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes."
