Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 19, 2015 10:31:21 GMT -5
When Sam had killed Jeremy, Dean had also woken. The whole experience with Dream Dean had shaken him and he was glad Sam and Bobby were out of the room for a bit to give him some time alone to think. It was all well and good that he'd finally come around to the sane decision he was actually not ok with dying and going to hell, but what exactly was he supposed to do about it now? Sam had been trying for over half a year to break the deal...behind his back mostly...and had come up dry. And if the king of research couldn't find a way to break his deal, what chance was there really of it being broken?
The silence and his thoughts were starting to get to him. He needed a distraction. And even though any conversation with Bela usually ended in him wanting to shoot her, she was at the very least always a good distraction, so he picked up his phone to call her and got sent straight to voicemail which meant she'd turned off her phone. Dean wandered down the hall to check her room. It was empty. He returned to his and Sam's room just about the time Bobby and Sam were doing the same. "Hey, you guys seen Bela" he asked curiously, closing the door behind all three of them. "She's not in her room and she's not answering her phone." Sam shrugged indifferently. "She must've taken off or something." Something about this wasn't sitting right with Dean but he couldn't put his finger on exactly what that was. "Just like that? It's a little weird." From the suspicious look on Bobby's face, he seemed to be having the same kind of feeling. "Yeah well, if you ask me what's weird is why she helped us in the first place" he announced. Dean frowned, swapping a look with Sam who looked just as baffled. "I thought you saved her life." Bobby raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about?" "The thing in Flagstaff" Dean reminded him. Bobby's eyebrow went even higher. "That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal, that's all." All three of them had roughly the same flummoxed expression on their faces now. Sam chewed his lip in deep thought. "Well, the why did sh-" "You boys better check your pockets" Bobby interrupted in dawning realization. As Sam and Dean both went to stick their hands in their jacket pockets, Bobby rolled his eyes. "Not literally."
Dean was the next one to catch up to speed. "No." He turned his gaze slowly to the safe in horror before crossing the room in two long strides and yanking the safe door open. "No, no, no, no." It was empty. "The Colt." Sam was finally the one to say aloud bitterly what they all now knew. "Bela stole the Colt." Bobby threw up his arms. "Damn it, boys!" Dean stalked over to his open duffel bag on one of the two beds and snatched it by the straps. "Pack your crap" he ordered, his blood boiling. Sam watched him move around the room with frenzied purpose. "Why? Where are we going?" "We're gonna go hunt the bitch down" Dean snarled. He was so done with Bela Talbot.
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"Hey, Sam. I was wondering. When you were in my head, what did you see?" Dean threw this out casually as the boys tossed their bags into the Impala's open trunk. He had a lot of crap rolling around up there that he did not want his little brother observing. Like that moment with Lisa, for starters. "Just Jeremy. He kept me separated from you." Sam shrugged. "Easier to beat my brains out that way, I guess." As Dean closed the trunk lid and moved towards the driver's seat, Sam turned the question on him. "What about you? You never said." Dean gave his head a light shake. "Nothing" he lied easily. "I was looking for you the whole time."
The boys slid into the car, which is usually the point when Dean would start the engine, but instead he just sat there. After another minute, he addressed his brother without looking at him. "Sam." "Yeah?" Dean cleared his throat, keeping his eyes straight ahead. "I've been doing some thinking, and... Well, the thing is... I don't wanna die." He swallowed hard. "I don't wanna go to hell." He finally looked at Sam, whose expression was sympathetic, mixed with perhaps the slightest tinge of relief that finally he and Dean were on the same page with this. For awhile he said nothing. Then he nodded firmly. "All right. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you." Dean's answering smile was shaky. "Okay, good." Sam smiled and nodded reassuringly as Dean looked off to one side, Demon Dean's hard voice ringing in his ears.
"You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this? This is what you're gonna become!"
The silence and his thoughts were starting to get to him. He needed a distraction. And even though any conversation with Bela usually ended in him wanting to shoot her, she was at the very least always a good distraction, so he picked up his phone to call her and got sent straight to voicemail which meant she'd turned off her phone. Dean wandered down the hall to check her room. It was empty. He returned to his and Sam's room just about the time Bobby and Sam were doing the same. "Hey, you guys seen Bela" he asked curiously, closing the door behind all three of them. "She's not in her room and she's not answering her phone." Sam shrugged indifferently. "She must've taken off or something." Something about this wasn't sitting right with Dean but he couldn't put his finger on exactly what that was. "Just like that? It's a little weird." From the suspicious look on Bobby's face, he seemed to be having the same kind of feeling. "Yeah well, if you ask me what's weird is why she helped us in the first place" he announced. Dean frowned, swapping a look with Sam who looked just as baffled. "I thought you saved her life." Bobby raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about?" "The thing in Flagstaff" Dean reminded him. Bobby's eyebrow went even higher. "That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal, that's all." All three of them had roughly the same flummoxed expression on their faces now. Sam chewed his lip in deep thought. "Well, the why did sh-" "You boys better check your pockets" Bobby interrupted in dawning realization. As Sam and Dean both went to stick their hands in their jacket pockets, Bobby rolled his eyes. "Not literally."
Dean was the next one to catch up to speed. "No." He turned his gaze slowly to the safe in horror before crossing the room in two long strides and yanking the safe door open. "No, no, no, no." It was empty. "The Colt." Sam was finally the one to say aloud bitterly what they all now knew. "Bela stole the Colt." Bobby threw up his arms. "Damn it, boys!" Dean stalked over to his open duffel bag on one of the two beds and snatched it by the straps. "Pack your crap" he ordered, his blood boiling. Sam watched him move around the room with frenzied purpose. "Why? Where are we going?" "We're gonna go hunt the bitch down" Dean snarled. He was so done with Bela Talbot.
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"Hey, Sam. I was wondering. When you were in my head, what did you see?" Dean threw this out casually as the boys tossed their bags into the Impala's open trunk. He had a lot of crap rolling around up there that he did not want his little brother observing. Like that moment with Lisa, for starters. "Just Jeremy. He kept me separated from you." Sam shrugged. "Easier to beat my brains out that way, I guess." As Dean closed the trunk lid and moved towards the driver's seat, Sam turned the question on him. "What about you? You never said." Dean gave his head a light shake. "Nothing" he lied easily. "I was looking for you the whole time."
The boys slid into the car, which is usually the point when Dean would start the engine, but instead he just sat there. After another minute, he addressed his brother without looking at him. "Sam." "Yeah?" Dean cleared his throat, keeping his eyes straight ahead. "I've been doing some thinking, and... Well, the thing is... I don't wanna die." He swallowed hard. "I don't wanna go to hell." He finally looked at Sam, whose expression was sympathetic, mixed with perhaps the slightest tinge of relief that finally he and Dean were on the same page with this. For awhile he said nothing. Then he nodded firmly. "All right. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you." Dean's answering smile was shaky. "Okay, good." Sam smiled and nodded reassuringly as Dean looked off to one side, Demon Dean's hard voice ringing in his ears.
"You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this? This is what you're gonna become!"
[THE END.]
