Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 27, 2015 9:31:54 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON THREE. EPISODE FOURTEEN.
One month. That's all they had left to try and weasel Dean free of his demon deal. Where on earth had the eleven other months gone?? Sam felt like he'd just learned about Dean's deal yesterday and now suddenly he had 30 days to keep his brother from rotting in hell for eternity. That was a tall order. An order that wasn't receiving any help from any of the so called experts of their field that the brothers had been trekking all across the country to talk to. At the present time, he was interviewing a mythology professor at the University of Wisconsin. After an hour of getting nowhere, Sam left the professor's office, heading back across the campus quad to where he'd left Dean.
The older Winchester was sitting at a park bench, a plate of half finished french fries and two cans of soda sitting next to him, talking into his cell phone. "Yep. I got it. Okay, bye." He hung up and then, in one fluent motion, picked up the unopened soda can and tossed it to Sam, who caught it instinctively. Dean picked up a handful of fries and shoved them into his mouth before standing. "So" he questioned with his mouth full. Sam made a face. "So, the professor doesn't know crap." Dean rolled his eyes. "Shocking." Picking up the plate of remaining fries, Dean dumped it into a nearby trash can and brushed off his hands. "Pack your panties, Sammy, we're hitting the road." Sam furrowed his brow. "Why? What's up?" Had Dean found a lead on someone else who might be able to help them out with this thing? Dean held up his phone. "That was Bobby. Some banker guy blew his head off in Ohio and he thinks there's a spirit involved." Caught off-guard by the explanation, Sam simply stared. "So you two were talking a case?" Dean pocketed the phone with a sarcastic smile. "No, we were actually talking about our feelings. And then our favorite boy bands." Sam waited out the sarcasm, saying nothing. "Yeah, we were talking a case" Dean finally confirmed, rolling his eyes again.
"So why does he think a spirit is involved" Sam asked distractedly, not 100% paying attention to Dean's answer of, "the banker was talking about some sort of electrical problems at his pad for like a week. Phone was going haywire, computer was flipping on and off." "Huh" Sam mused. Dean gave him an odd look. "This is not ringing your bell?" Sam finally tuned all the way back into their conversation. "Well, sure, yeah. But, Dean, we're already on a case" he reminded his brother. Dean lifted an eyebrow. "Whose?" Sam had the sudden urge to throw his can of soda at Dean's head. "Yours!" "Right. Yeah. Well, you coulda fooled me" Dean snorted. The urge grew stronger. "What the hell else have we been doing lately other than trying to break your deal" he demanded. "Chasing our tails, that's what" Dean countered flatly. "Sam, we've talked to every professor, witch, soothsayer and two bit carny act in the lower 48. Nobody knows squat! And we can't find Bela, we can't find the Colt. So until we actually find something, I'd like to do my job." Sam hesitated and then threw out, "well there's one thing we haven't tried yet..." Dean's expression darkened. "Sam, no." "We should summon Ruby" Sam insisted. Dean turned away. "I'm not gunna have this fight with you again." "She said she knows how to save you" Sam went on, ignoring Dean. "Well, she can't" Dean argued with his back still turned. "Oh really, you know that for sure" Sam challenged, crossing his arms. "I do." Dean sounded so confident that Sam began worrying he knew something he wasn't letting on. "How" he demanded, though his tone was hesitant. "Because she told me, okay" Dean snapped, finally turning back around to face Sam, his expression tight. Sam swallowed hard. "What?" Dean leveled Sam with a hard stare. "She told me. Flat out. She can't save me, nobody can." Sam's eyes widened in disbelief. "And you just somehow neglected to mention this to me?"
Dean shrugged dismissively. "Well, I really don't care what that bitch thinks and neither should you, so..." "So what, now you're keeping secrets from me, Dean" Sam asked heatedly, staring his brother down. Instead of turning away, Dean stared back calmly. "You really wanna talk about who's keeping secrets from who?" They stared at each other in silence for a few minutes. Finally, a muscle working hard in Sam's clenched jaw, he pivoted on one heel and headed off in the opposite direction. "Where are you going" Dean called after him curiously. Sam didn't bother turning back around.
"Guess I'm going to Ohio."
One month. That's all they had left to try and weasel Dean free of his demon deal. Where on earth had the eleven other months gone?? Sam felt like he'd just learned about Dean's deal yesterday and now suddenly he had 30 days to keep his brother from rotting in hell for eternity. That was a tall order. An order that wasn't receiving any help from any of the so called experts of their field that the brothers had been trekking all across the country to talk to. At the present time, he was interviewing a mythology professor at the University of Wisconsin. After an hour of getting nowhere, Sam left the professor's office, heading back across the campus quad to where he'd left Dean.
The older Winchester was sitting at a park bench, a plate of half finished french fries and two cans of soda sitting next to him, talking into his cell phone. "Yep. I got it. Okay, bye." He hung up and then, in one fluent motion, picked up the unopened soda can and tossed it to Sam, who caught it instinctively. Dean picked up a handful of fries and shoved them into his mouth before standing. "So" he questioned with his mouth full. Sam made a face. "So, the professor doesn't know crap." Dean rolled his eyes. "Shocking." Picking up the plate of remaining fries, Dean dumped it into a nearby trash can and brushed off his hands. "Pack your panties, Sammy, we're hitting the road." Sam furrowed his brow. "Why? What's up?" Had Dean found a lead on someone else who might be able to help them out with this thing? Dean held up his phone. "That was Bobby. Some banker guy blew his head off in Ohio and he thinks there's a spirit involved." Caught off-guard by the explanation, Sam simply stared. "So you two were talking a case?" Dean pocketed the phone with a sarcastic smile. "No, we were actually talking about our feelings. And then our favorite boy bands." Sam waited out the sarcasm, saying nothing. "Yeah, we were talking a case" Dean finally confirmed, rolling his eyes again.
"So why does he think a spirit is involved" Sam asked distractedly, not 100% paying attention to Dean's answer of, "the banker was talking about some sort of electrical problems at his pad for like a week. Phone was going haywire, computer was flipping on and off." "Huh" Sam mused. Dean gave him an odd look. "This is not ringing your bell?" Sam finally tuned all the way back into their conversation. "Well, sure, yeah. But, Dean, we're already on a case" he reminded his brother. Dean lifted an eyebrow. "Whose?" Sam had the sudden urge to throw his can of soda at Dean's head. "Yours!" "Right. Yeah. Well, you coulda fooled me" Dean snorted. The urge grew stronger. "What the hell else have we been doing lately other than trying to break your deal" he demanded. "Chasing our tails, that's what" Dean countered flatly. "Sam, we've talked to every professor, witch, soothsayer and two bit carny act in the lower 48. Nobody knows squat! And we can't find Bela, we can't find the Colt. So until we actually find something, I'd like to do my job." Sam hesitated and then threw out, "well there's one thing we haven't tried yet..." Dean's expression darkened. "Sam, no." "We should summon Ruby" Sam insisted. Dean turned away. "I'm not gunna have this fight with you again." "She said she knows how to save you" Sam went on, ignoring Dean. "Well, she can't" Dean argued with his back still turned. "Oh really, you know that for sure" Sam challenged, crossing his arms. "I do." Dean sounded so confident that Sam began worrying he knew something he wasn't letting on. "How" he demanded, though his tone was hesitant. "Because she told me, okay" Dean snapped, finally turning back around to face Sam, his expression tight. Sam swallowed hard. "What?" Dean leveled Sam with a hard stare. "She told me. Flat out. She can't save me, nobody can." Sam's eyes widened in disbelief. "And you just somehow neglected to mention this to me?"
Dean shrugged dismissively. "Well, I really don't care what that bitch thinks and neither should you, so..." "So what, now you're keeping secrets from me, Dean" Sam asked heatedly, staring his brother down. Instead of turning away, Dean stared back calmly. "You really wanna talk about who's keeping secrets from who?" They stared at each other in silence for a few minutes. Finally, a muscle working hard in Sam's clenched jaw, he pivoted on one heel and headed off in the opposite direction. "Where are you going" Dean called after him curiously. Sam didn't bother turning back around.
"Guess I'm going to Ohio."
