Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 6, 2016 15:15:41 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FIVE. EPISODE EIGHTEEN.
Dean looked down at the letter he'd just finished writing to Bobby and signed his name with a flourish. It explained everything as well as he could. He just wasn't up to having another conversation like he'd had with Lisa and he knew Bobby, like Sam, wouldn't understand and would try to stop him. So a letter was the best option. Standing and crossing to his bed, Dean lay the note on top of his favorite leather jacket, next to his favorite gun in a large cardboard box. Closing it up and slapping on a healthy amount of tape to keep it shut, Dean picked up a marker and carefully wrote out Bobby's address, leaving the return address spot empty. "Sending someone a candy-gram" came Sam's voice from the doorway. "How'd you find me" Dean asked without looking up. "You’re going to kill yourself, right?" Sam's voice got louder as he approached. "It’s not too hard to figure out the stops on the Farewell Tour. How’s Lisa doing, anyways?" Dean finally acknowledged Sam's presence with a glance, shaking his head dismissively. "I'm not going to kill myself." "No?" Sam moved closer still, crossing his arms challengingly. "So Michael’s NOT about to make you his Muppet?" Dean said nothing.
Sam threw up his arms. "What the hell, man?! This is how it ends? You just…walk out?" Dean gave a half-hearted, impassive shrug. "Yeah, I guess." "How could you do that" Sam demanded, sounding and looking crushed. For some reason, instead of working as a guilt trip as it was no-doubtedly meant to be, it served as a spark that fueled Dean into countering bitterly, "how could I?? All you've EVER done is run away!" "And I was wrong" Sam insisted heatedly. "Every single time I did." They stared at each other in silence for a few minutes before Sam pleaded, "just…please. Not now. Bobby is working on something." "Oh really?" Dean crossed his arms and raised one eyebrow in a challenge. "What?" Sam dropped his eyes to the floor, as good a confession as any. "You got nothing and you know it" Dean remarked flatly.
Sam lifted his eyes from the floor, his expression remorseful. "You know I have to stop you right?" Dean rolled out his shoulders, preparing for the big confrontation he'd hoped to avoid by running out without saying goodbye earlier. "Yeah, well, you can try" he allowed. "But just remember: You’re not all hopped up on demon blood this time." The only time in his recollection that Sam had truly beaten him in a fight had been that occurrence in the motel room right before they'd split up. The time Dean had told him not to come back if he walked out the door. Any other fight they'd ever had, they'd either tied or Dean had come out on top. At least, that's how he was remembering things.
"Yeah, I know" Sam agreed, appearing unfazed by this fact. "But I brought help." His gaze sort of drifted over Dean's shoulder, staring at something the older Winchester couldn't see. Until he turned around anyway, and found Castiel standing there. The angel did not appear all too pleased with Dean at the current moment. Before Dean could say or do anything else, the angel was reaching out, touching two fingers to Dean's skull.
And everything went black.
Dean looked down at the letter he'd just finished writing to Bobby and signed his name with a flourish. It explained everything as well as he could. He just wasn't up to having another conversation like he'd had with Lisa and he knew Bobby, like Sam, wouldn't understand and would try to stop him. So a letter was the best option. Standing and crossing to his bed, Dean lay the note on top of his favorite leather jacket, next to his favorite gun in a large cardboard box. Closing it up and slapping on a healthy amount of tape to keep it shut, Dean picked up a marker and carefully wrote out Bobby's address, leaving the return address spot empty. "Sending someone a candy-gram" came Sam's voice from the doorway. "How'd you find me" Dean asked without looking up. "You’re going to kill yourself, right?" Sam's voice got louder as he approached. "It’s not too hard to figure out the stops on the Farewell Tour. How’s Lisa doing, anyways?" Dean finally acknowledged Sam's presence with a glance, shaking his head dismissively. "I'm not going to kill myself." "No?" Sam moved closer still, crossing his arms challengingly. "So Michael’s NOT about to make you his Muppet?" Dean said nothing.
Sam threw up his arms. "What the hell, man?! This is how it ends? You just…walk out?" Dean gave a half-hearted, impassive shrug. "Yeah, I guess." "How could you do that" Sam demanded, sounding and looking crushed. For some reason, instead of working as a guilt trip as it was no-doubtedly meant to be, it served as a spark that fueled Dean into countering bitterly, "how could I?? All you've EVER done is run away!" "And I was wrong" Sam insisted heatedly. "Every single time I did." They stared at each other in silence for a few minutes before Sam pleaded, "just…please. Not now. Bobby is working on something." "Oh really?" Dean crossed his arms and raised one eyebrow in a challenge. "What?" Sam dropped his eyes to the floor, as good a confession as any. "You got nothing and you know it" Dean remarked flatly.
Sam lifted his eyes from the floor, his expression remorseful. "You know I have to stop you right?" Dean rolled out his shoulders, preparing for the big confrontation he'd hoped to avoid by running out without saying goodbye earlier. "Yeah, well, you can try" he allowed. "But just remember: You’re not all hopped up on demon blood this time." The only time in his recollection that Sam had truly beaten him in a fight had been that occurrence in the motel room right before they'd split up. The time Dean had told him not to come back if he walked out the door. Any other fight they'd ever had, they'd either tied or Dean had come out on top. At least, that's how he was remembering things.
"Yeah, I know" Sam agreed, appearing unfazed by this fact. "But I brought help." His gaze sort of drifted over Dean's shoulder, staring at something the older Winchester couldn't see. Until he turned around anyway, and found Castiel standing there. The angel did not appear all too pleased with Dean at the current moment. Before Dean could say or do anything else, the angel was reaching out, touching two fingers to Dean's skull.
And everything went black.
