Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 12, 2016 17:43:35 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FIVE. EPISODE TWENTY-TWO.
Sam was sitting on the Impala's hood, drinking a beer, staring out into space, when Dean found him. "Hey." Dean pulled another beer from the cooler on the floor of the Impala's back seat, closed the door, and then leaned up against it, twisting off his beer's lid easily, discarding it onto the ground. All the while, his expression was closed off. Brooding. Sam noticed right away, sitting up a little straighter on the hood. "Dean? What's going on?" Dean took a swig of beer before saying flatly, "I'm in." Sam looked confused. "In with..." "The whole "up with Satan" thing" Dean clarified, taking another swig before finishing with, "I'm on board." Now Sam looked floored. "You're gonna let me say yes??" Dean glanced skyward for a minute, collecting his thoughts and then lowered his gaze to Sam's baffled expression. "No. That's the thing. It's not on me to LET you do anything. You're a grown..." He gave his brother a once over, smiling dryly. "...well, overgrown -- man." Sam rolled his eyes at the height remark and left it there. Dean's expression grew serious again. "So if this is what you want, I'll back your play."
"Wow." Sam let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Honestly, that's the last thing I thought you'd ever say." "It might be" Dean pointed out, knowing how large the chances were he'd be dead in a few days. "I'm not gonna lie to you, though" he added grimly. "It goes against every fiber I got. I mean, truth is...you know, watching out for you... it's kinda been my job, you know?" He fixed his brother with a saddened smile. "More than that, it's... it's kinda who I am. But you're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one." He'd come to this conclusion several times over the past few years and yet somehow had always gone back to treating Sam like his kid brother who needed constant supervision. Maybe this time the conclusion would stick. He tried to lighten his smile up a bit. "Maybe I got to grow up a little, too." Sam opened his mouth but Dean just wanted to get through the speech he'd mentally rehearsed for half an hour so he held up the beer-free hand to head Sam off. "I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But... But I do know that if anybody can do it... it's you."
Sam's eyes were a little glassy as he smiled gratefully at his brother. "Thank you." Dean nodded and sighed, re-focusing himself. "So if this is what you want...is this really what you want?" He had to make 100% sure. Sam squared his shoulders with purpose. "I let him out. I got to put him back in." "Okay." Dean took one last swig of beer, the decision finalized. "That's it, then."
~~~
Bobby had made a few calls and now their little group was at an abandoned building a few towns outside of Sioux Falls where two demons had been camped out. Bobby had stayed outside by his van, looking through national newspapers to try and get them a location for the devil while Sam, Dean and Castiel had gone inside to take care of the demons. Killing them was no problem. Hanging them upside down by their ankles to let the blood drain into four large gallon jugs was no problem. But watching Sam and Castiel cap the jugs and bring them out to the Impala's trunk made Dean's stomach clench. And not because of the blood. Because he knew what was going to happen with the blood later.
So rather than stick with the blood crew, Dean wandered over to Bobby, giving him a partially teasing smile. "I still can't get used to you at eye level." Bobby smiled amicably at the joke, then inclined his head at the building. "So was I right?" "As always, Yoda" Dean confirmed, nodding. "Two stunt demons inside, just like you said." "You get it" was Bobby's next question. Dean swallowed hard. "Yeah, all the "go juice" Sammy can drink." Bobby kept his eyes on Dean in concern. "You ok?" Dean smiled tightly and changed the subject immediately. "Not really. What you got?" Bobby mercifully made no mention of the rapid subject change and spread out some newspapers on the floor of the back of his van. "Not much. These look like omens to you? Cyclone in Florida, temperature drop in Detroit, wildfires in L.A"- He seemed to be on a roll, opening his mouth to add more to the list, but Dean held up one hand to stop him. "Wait. What about Detroit?" "Temp's dropped about 20 degrees, but only in a five-block radius of downtown Motown" Bobby explained, picking up one of the papers and handing it over. Dean didn't even need to read it. "That's the one." He dropped the paper back onto the stack. "Devil's in Detroit."
"Really?" Bobby arched an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "As far as foreboding goes, it's a little light in the loafers. You sure?" "Yeah." Dean set his jaw.
"I'm sure."
Sam was sitting on the Impala's hood, drinking a beer, staring out into space, when Dean found him. "Hey." Dean pulled another beer from the cooler on the floor of the Impala's back seat, closed the door, and then leaned up against it, twisting off his beer's lid easily, discarding it onto the ground. All the while, his expression was closed off. Brooding. Sam noticed right away, sitting up a little straighter on the hood. "Dean? What's going on?" Dean took a swig of beer before saying flatly, "I'm in." Sam looked confused. "In with..." "The whole "up with Satan" thing" Dean clarified, taking another swig before finishing with, "I'm on board." Now Sam looked floored. "You're gonna let me say yes??" Dean glanced skyward for a minute, collecting his thoughts and then lowered his gaze to Sam's baffled expression. "No. That's the thing. It's not on me to LET you do anything. You're a grown..." He gave his brother a once over, smiling dryly. "...well, overgrown -- man." Sam rolled his eyes at the height remark and left it there. Dean's expression grew serious again. "So if this is what you want, I'll back your play."
"Wow." Sam let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Honestly, that's the last thing I thought you'd ever say." "It might be" Dean pointed out, knowing how large the chances were he'd be dead in a few days. "I'm not gonna lie to you, though" he added grimly. "It goes against every fiber I got. I mean, truth is...you know, watching out for you... it's kinda been my job, you know?" He fixed his brother with a saddened smile. "More than that, it's... it's kinda who I am. But you're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one." He'd come to this conclusion several times over the past few years and yet somehow had always gone back to treating Sam like his kid brother who needed constant supervision. Maybe this time the conclusion would stick. He tried to lighten his smile up a bit. "Maybe I got to grow up a little, too." Sam opened his mouth but Dean just wanted to get through the speech he'd mentally rehearsed for half an hour so he held up the beer-free hand to head Sam off. "I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But... But I do know that if anybody can do it... it's you."
Sam's eyes were a little glassy as he smiled gratefully at his brother. "Thank you." Dean nodded and sighed, re-focusing himself. "So if this is what you want...is this really what you want?" He had to make 100% sure. Sam squared his shoulders with purpose. "I let him out. I got to put him back in." "Okay." Dean took one last swig of beer, the decision finalized. "That's it, then."
~~~
Bobby had made a few calls and now their little group was at an abandoned building a few towns outside of Sioux Falls where two demons had been camped out. Bobby had stayed outside by his van, looking through national newspapers to try and get them a location for the devil while Sam, Dean and Castiel had gone inside to take care of the demons. Killing them was no problem. Hanging them upside down by their ankles to let the blood drain into four large gallon jugs was no problem. But watching Sam and Castiel cap the jugs and bring them out to the Impala's trunk made Dean's stomach clench. And not because of the blood. Because he knew what was going to happen with the blood later.
So rather than stick with the blood crew, Dean wandered over to Bobby, giving him a partially teasing smile. "I still can't get used to you at eye level." Bobby smiled amicably at the joke, then inclined his head at the building. "So was I right?" "As always, Yoda" Dean confirmed, nodding. "Two stunt demons inside, just like you said." "You get it" was Bobby's next question. Dean swallowed hard. "Yeah, all the "go juice" Sammy can drink." Bobby kept his eyes on Dean in concern. "You ok?" Dean smiled tightly and changed the subject immediately. "Not really. What you got?" Bobby mercifully made no mention of the rapid subject change and spread out some newspapers on the floor of the back of his van. "Not much. These look like omens to you? Cyclone in Florida, temperature drop in Detroit, wildfires in L.A"- He seemed to be on a roll, opening his mouth to add more to the list, but Dean held up one hand to stop him. "Wait. What about Detroit?" "Temp's dropped about 20 degrees, but only in a five-block radius of downtown Motown" Bobby explained, picking up one of the papers and handing it over. Dean didn't even need to read it. "That's the one." He dropped the paper back onto the stack. "Devil's in Detroit."
"Really?" Bobby arched an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "As far as foreboding goes, it's a little light in the loafers. You sure?" "Yeah." Dean set his jaw.
"I'm sure."
