His Name Was Death And Hell Followed With Him Chapter 8 Carry On My Wayward Son
His Name Was Death And Hell Followed With Him
Chapter Eight
Carry On My Wayward Son
July 30 2008
“Dean, did Dad say anything at all?” Sam asks him.
Dean stops pacing and turns to look at his brother. “Not really no. He just said that it was important and to he would meet us here at five o’clock.”
Sam glances down at his watch. “Well it’s already 5:36pm.”
Dean glares back at him. “Thanks, that’s really helpful.”
Sam shifts in the seat to face Cas. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?”
“Well…” Cas says. “My colleagues did inform me that at least two of the demons that escaped have been causing issues at a restaurant in downtown.”
Sam raises an eyebrow at him. “A restaurant?”
“Yes. I thought that was bizarre also,” Cas tells him. “But they assured me that the information is accurate.”
Dean walked across the room and flopped down into the armchair. “If he doesn’t get here soon…”
“Then what?” Sam asks with a smirk. “You’ll tell him off, I wouldn’t mind seeing how that goes down.”
“Bite me.” Dean retorts.
“Great,” Sam mutters under his breath. “I’m gonna go to my room until Dad gets here, just call out when he arrives.”
Dean watches as Sam disappears out of the room and then they can hear his door shut.
“Dean, do you think that Sam is doing okay?” Cas asks him.
Dean pulls himself out of the chair and sits down on the sofa with Cas.
“I don’t know, I guess. Why do you ask?”
Cas tilts his head and narrows his eyes. He knew that it would take him awhile to get used to this.
He was the only one left who knew what had happened to Sam, to the whole family and sometimes, even though he had altered their memories, there were moments when Sam would say or do something that would remind Cas that said memories were not real.
“Never mind,” Cas tells him. “Perhaps I’m thinking too much.”
“Yeah,” Dean says with a laugh. “That’s your problem.”
Cas leans forward and presses his lips to Dean’s who happily returns the favor.
“I like you.”
Dean can’t help but laugh. “Okay sure. Good to know.”
“Do you think that John will show up anytime soon?” Cas asks him.
“Why?” Dean asks with a devilish grin.
Cas shakes his head, ignores the question and kisses him again.
“Damn it, I thought we talked about this.”
Dean sits back and glances toward the hall doorway where Sam was standing.
“What did you say?”
“I said, I thought we talked about this. When I moved in here a few weeks ago, you promised me that I wouldn’t have to see that.” Sam says with a smirk.
“You’re hilarious,” Dean snaps at him. “Wait, I thought you were hiding out in your room till Dad gets here.”
“I did and he is.” Sam replies.
A couple of minutes later, the front door opens and John and Bobby walk into the living room.
“Good, you’re all here.”
“Yeah,” Dean replies. “You told us to be here.”
“Has Cas filled you in on what’s going on?” John asks his sons.
Dean shakes his head and quickly glances at Cas. “Not really, it was pretty vague.”
“Okay well we know where some of the demons are who escaped.” John says.
“Right, something about a restaurant?” Sam asks, looking for confirmation.
John nods back at him. “Apparently. They’re using the building as a base, trying to bring in more demons I guess, who knows.”
“Okay,” Dean replies. “So what’s the plan?”
“We’re going to take them out, with Bobby and I taking the lead on this one, Dean.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you hear me?” John asks him.
“I heard you,” Dean replies. “Don’t worry Dad, I won’t do too many stupid things.”
Dean smirks at his father who looks none to impressed.
“Okay, now that we’ve got that out of the way, we leave at 10pm.”
Dean narrows his eyes and glances over at Cas again. “Why then? Why not just do it now?”
“Because the restaurant itself is still operational, they close at 9pm. We don’t want any civilian casualties.”
“Civilian casualties?” Sam replies with a chuckle.
“Appropriate terminology,” John tells him. “I am a former Marine after all.”
“Yeah Dad, we know.” Sam says.
“We are going to be doing this my way, do you know that? I won’t take any risks, no one gets hurt during this hunt.”
“I’m good with that,” Dean tells him. “Is there anything else we need to do or know?”
“I wish that you had more time to train, to learn about this life but there is no more time,” John sits down in the armchair and looks at his sons. “No one gets hurt tonight, do you hear me? Don’t do anything that would put yourself or anyone else at risk. I know that you’re both… intrigued by this life and want to get on with it but I won’t lose my sons over it.”
Dean glances over at Sam and they both nod ever so slightly.
“Okay Dad, we hear you.” Dean tells him.
******
Dean began pacing back and forth. He was starting to feel incredibly nervous. John had been right earlier, he was intrigued by this life and did want to get out there and actually participate in it but the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.
What if something did go wrong and someone was hurt? Dean wasn’t sure he would be able to handle that, especially if it was from his own actions that someone was injured.
Drawing in a deep breath, he crosses his arms over his chest and then pauses mid step.
“Cas, what are you doing?”
Cas was lying on the end of the bed, his legs hanging over the side. “I was thinking.”
Dean cocks an eyebrow. “Okay great. What are you thinking about, exactly? Or is it something that I don’t want to hear about?”
Cas sits up and crosses his legs, resting his hands on his knees. “I was just wondering what their purpose is.”
Dean walks over to the bed and sits down. “What?”
“I know that not all demons will follow orders, there are too many that go off on their own but of course that is at their own risk. I just wonder what their plan is.”
“Does it matter?” Dean asks. “Isn’t the more important thing, that we get rid of them?”
“Of course,” Cas replies. “But I am curious to know what they are doing, and for whom.”
“Well, maybe we can find out tonight.”
“Perhaps.”
Sam stared at the clock on the wall, it was almost 9:30pm and he knew that John and Bobby would be arriving soon.
He could hear Dean and Cas moving around the house and he wondered for a moment what Dean was feeling.
Their whole lives they had been oblivious to what John truly did and part of him hated his father for lying.
Sam could have been prepared for this, he could have already known how to fight and defend himself.
He thought about what Dean had said, that they would have to hope that they were fast learners because the thought that something might happen, it terrified him.
A few minutes later he heard the front door open and then he could hear his father’s voice.
Reluctantly he pulled himself up off the bed and made his way out to the living room.
Dean and Cas were sitting on the sofa while John was standing next to the coffee table, a huge duffle bag filled with weapons sat before him.
Bobby was standing near the window, an incredibly sharp looking blade in his hand.
“What are you planning to gut with that thing?” Sam asks.
They all turn to look at him.
“Thanks for the image,” Dean replies. “That will stick with me for a while.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” John says. “We have a lot to do and not a lot of time do it.”
John produces another duffle bag and starts pulling out candles and books.
“Uh Dad, what are you doing?” Dean asks him.
“Before we go after those demons, there is something else that we need to do.” John replies.
Dean glances over at Sam, they’re both confused.
Cas stands up and takes a leather bound book from John and opens it.
“Cas, what’s going on? Did you know about this?”
Cas turns to look at him. “I did know about this but I did not want to say anything until we were sure that it could be done.”
Dean scrunches up his nose and slumps down further on the sofa. “Wanna explain?”
“There is a demon, a very powerful demon that we may be able to get information from.” Cas says.
“Okay,” Dean replies. “What information?”
“Well…” John says. “This particular demon, is known as the King of Hell.”
Dean stares back at him with wide eyes, he’s speechless.
“Dad…” Sam says. “What does that even mean? The King of Hell? You sure about this plan of yours?”
John steps over to Sam and rests his hand on his shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, we have everything planned out and it’s going to be… safe. I promise.”
Dean and Sam watch as Bobby draws some sort of symbol on the floor of the living room. Dean wasn’t sure how he felt about that, he didn’t really care about that sort of thing, he wasn’t exactly the greatest cleaning person but when this… symbol, would bring the King of Hell into his living room, he wanted to object.
Half an hour later, everything was set up.
They were standing in a circle around the symbol.
“Okay, are we ready for this?” John asks them.
They all nod in unison and then John starts reading the summoning incantation.
The light in the room flickers and shadows flutter across their faces.
“Is this actually working?” Dean calls out.
Cas raises a finger to his lips shushing Dean who just rolls his eyes.
John keeps reading and the very second he finishes, the room is enveloped in darkness and Dean can feel a chill run down his spine.
It feels like an eternity before light fills the room again and when it does Dean is embarrassed by the girlish scream that almost escapes his lips when he sees someone standing in the middle of the circle.
“What the hell?”
“Precisely that.”
“You must be Crowley.” John says.
Crowley turns to face the eldest Winchester. “Why yes I am John. It’s delightful to finally meet you in person.”
“You son of a bitch.” John mutters under his breath.
He takes a step forward but Bobby holds his arm out to stop him.
Crowley wags a finger at him. “Now now, we won’t be having any of that. We have business to discuss, so start discussing.”
“Why are you doing this?” John asks.
A cruel smile plays across Crowley’s lips. “I’m doing a lot of things John, care to be a little more specific.”
“Why are you coming after my family?” John demands to know.
“Nothing good on television these days,” Crowley retorts. “The Winchester Family, the things that I’ve done; it’s some of my finest work, if I do say so myself.”
“What is your agenda?” Cas questions him.
“Castiel?” Crowley spins around to face him. “Did someone forget to tell me it’s my birthday? This is just the best day ever.”
“Why have you targeted the family?” Cas wants to know.
Crowley smiles again and then shrugs his shoulders. “Why not?”
“That is not an answer.” Cas points out.
“Well fine,” Crowley replies. “Should I tell a story then?”
“I would rather you didn’t.” Dean mutters under his breath.
“I will anyway,” Crowley answers. “It all starts with a man named William Winchester.”
Dean glances over at his father, it had been a long time since he had heard that name, John didn’t really speak about him much; it had been a sore subject.
William Winchester was John’s grandfather.
“What are you talking about?” John demands to know. “I barely knew that man.”
“Well regardless, he was a pain in-the-you-know-what,” Crowley says. “His father before him and so on and so on.”
“Get to the point,” Dean hisses at him. “We don’t have time for this.”
“William Winchester was part of the Men of Letters,” Crowley tells them before turning to look at John. “You really held back on this didn’t you, no wonder your boys are so… informed.”
Dean turns to look at his father. He had no idea what the hell this Men of Letters thing was about and from the look on John’s face, he had no idea either.
“Turns out you missed a big part of that,” John says. “I was barely 3 years old when I saw that man last.”
Crowley steps as close to the edge of the circle as he can. “Is that right, well what do I care? Anyways, where was I with my story. Yes, William’s brother Thomas, was as insane as they come. Got himself locked away in a mental hospital, killed a bunch of people, my doing of course, it was brilliant.”
“I’m going to assume that there was a point in there somewhere?” Bobby asks.
“The point is that your whole damn family has been getting in my way for a very long time and that makes you a pain in my ass. What do you bloody hell want from me? A deal? Because I would consider a deal, maybe.”
John shakes his head. “We’re not making a deal with you. We’re flat out telling you we’re not.”
Crowley steps as close to the edge of the circle as he can. “Is that right? And what makes you think that you have any weight to do such a thing. You have no power and I could end you just like that.” He snaps his fingers and Dean is embarrassed that he jumped.
John reaches to his belt and pulls out a knife.
Crowley starts laughing and mockingly holds up his hands in surrender. “Oh no, not a knife. However will I defend myself?”
John turns the knife over in his hand, a glint of light catches the blade and Dean watches in wonder and confusion as Crowley takes a very distinctive step backwards.
“Where did you get that?”
John shrugs his shoulders. “Does it matter? I have it and you don’t.”
“What do you want?” Crowley grumpily responds.
Dean wonders what’s going on and why the hell Crowley would be afraid of a simple knife.
“Leave me and my family alone.”
“You think that you have enough strength to use that thing?”
John turns the knife again. “Want to test that theory?”
Crowley steps back again. “Maybe later. Now how about you let me out of here, I am rather important and have other things to take care of.”
“I want you to leave my family alone, I want you to tell your… family, to leave mine alone,” John tells him. “Do we have an understanding?”
“I make no promises,” Crowley replies. “Let me out of here.”
Before discussing it with the others, John steps forward and scuffs the toe of his shoe across the salt line, creating a break in the circle and before Dean can protest, Crowley is gone.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” Dean cries out.
Bobby reaches out and grabs John’s arm. “What the hell is with you and that knife? What aren’t you telling me?”
Dean steps toward his father. “What is that? Why would he ever be scared of a damn knife?”
John holds the knife up. “This isn’t an ordinary knife.”
“Obviously.” Dean retorts.
“This knife can kill demons.”
Dean stares back at his father. “What are you talking about? How could a blade kill a demon? I thought that you said the only way to get rid of them was to cast them out of the host?”
“I did say that,” John replies. “But there is also this. It doesn’t just cast the demon out, it kills the demon.”
“That’s why he was afraid?”
John nods back at him. “Yes but he is right though, I’m afraid that I might not have the strength to actually use it on him.”
“We will make sure that that you do have the strength.” Cas says.
20 minutes later they were all gathered around the fire pit yard.
“Okay, so that was entertaining,” Dean says. “What the hell was that all about?”
“Dad, what was with that whole Thomas thing? Do you know anything about him?”
John shrugs his shoulders. “I have no idea. I knew a little bit about William but I had no idea that he had a brother.”
“And that whole Men of Letters thing? What the hell is that?”
“I don’t know much about it to be honest,” John tells them. “They protected the secrets of the supernatural, they were scholars etc. I don’t really know, my father was involved with them but I don’t know to what extent.”
“How does any of this help us?” Dean wants to know. He turns to look at Cas. “Do you know anything about them?”
“Only a little,” Cas replies. “As much as your father knows. They were a secret organization for a reason.”
“Can we get back to the whole hunting demons thing? Didn’t we have a plan for tonight?” Sam asks.
John nods back at him. “Yes, we’re still going to do that. We should get going.”
They head back inside and gather their things.
“This whole thing is really messed up,” Sam says to Dean. “I’ve heard that story about Thomas Bradley at least a dozen times, how the hell did we not know that we were related to him?”
Dean shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know what to tell you Sam, it’s as messed up and confusing to me as it is to you.”
“Yeah well ever since we found out about Dad being a hunter, things have been…”
“Tell me about it,” Dean answers. “Look, we’re just gonna have to… deal with it. We don’t really have any other choice.”
July 31 2008
Another 20 minutes later they had pulled the cars into the parking lot across the street from the restaurant.
Dean draws in a deep breath and glances down at the gun in his lap. It wasn’t loaded yet which he was grateful for.
He glances over at Sam who was starting to look a little petrified.
“You doing okay?” Dean asks him.
Sam looks up and shakes his head. “No, but I guess that I have to be right.”
“That’s it?” Dean replies.
“I just can’t help but think about the whole Crowley thing,” Sam says. “He said a lot but didn’t really tell us anything.”
Dean shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, I caught that too. I don’t know what any of it means Sam.”
They climbed out of the cars, gathered the weapons that John had deemed appropriate for them to use and then he lead the way towards the restaurant.
They weaved their way across the parking lot until they reached the building and surprising all of them, the side door swings open and two men walked out.
“Uh Dad, we’ve got company,” Dean whispers. “Maybe we should…”
John shakes his head. “No, we’re here. We’re going to deal with this.”
“Winchester.” The one closest to John calls out.
So much for making a quiet, surprise entrance.
“Been looking for you. Boss said that you would probably show up here.”
Dean glances at his father. “You shouldn’t have let Crowley go Dad, you shouldn’t have let him leave.”
“It doesn’t matter,” John replies. “Are you ready for this?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”
Dean watches as John steps away from the building, he’s holding a gun in his hand and has a knife tucked into the waistband of his pants.
This was the side of John that Dean’ hadn’t known until now and it was a sight to behold.
John stepped closer to the demon. “I warned Crowley to stay away from me and mine.”
The demon shrugs his shoulders. “What can I say, the Boss isn’t too big on threats.”
John tucked the gun into a holster at his side and produced the knife. A moment later he lunged forward just missing the demon by a few inches.
They continue to watch as John parries with the demon and Dean feels his heart stop when John gets hit in the face and stumbles backwards.
The others move closer and Bobby and Cas engage in their own battle with the remaining demon.
Dean double checks that his gun is properly loaded and the safety is off before he takes a step forward. He raises the weapon and tries to get a clear shot at the demon who was still fighting with John.
There was no way that he would be able to get the shot out without possibly hurting John as well.
Glancing over his shoulder, he can see Sam standing at the edge of the building, he still has that terrified look in his eyes.
“Sam.”
After a moment of hesitation, Sam moves toward Dean and the two just stand there watching things unfold.
Neither of them actually had any idea what ‘hunting’ would entail.
John gets knocked to the ground and Dean can see from there a trail of blood seeping down his cheek.
Dean stands there with wide eyes, having no idea of what he should do when the demon lunged toward them.
Sam backed up leaving Dean to fend for himself and Dean raises the gun and pulls the trigger.
The bullet hits the demon square in the chest and he falls to the ground.
Dean was stunned that it worked, at least momentarily and it gave John the chance to regroup and he joined Dean’s side a moment later.
John holds the knife out to Dean who instantly shakes his head.
“Dad, I can’t do that, I want to believe me but I don’t think that I can.” Dean says.
“Dean, just do it,” John replies. “I’ll have your back, don’t worry about it.”
Dean takes the knife and sucks in a deep breath.
This was it, it’s what he wanted to do the moment John started training him but now that it was actually here, he wasn’t sure he could do it.
John moves over to Sam to make sure that he’s alright and when Dean is satisfied he turns his attention back to the ‘battlefield’.
The demon writhes on the ground, a strangled sound escaping his lips but it was what Cas was doing that drew his attention.
Cas didn’t really seem to fond of the hand to hand combat and in one hand he held a long silver blade, except it wasn’t actually a blade, more circular and it looked very impressive.
When he had gotten the demon to back up a few feet, Cas holds out the blade and plunges it into the chest of the demon.
Dean’s eyes grow wide when the demon flails backward, his arms raised in the air while black smoke poured from his mouth.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen before and it both thrilled him and terrified him.
Sucking in a deep breath Dean puts himself into the action, Bobby had drawn back, a huge gash on the side of his head made Dean worry that he was seriously hurt.
Dean made his way over to Cas.
“What the hell is that? Dean asks him.
Cas glances at him and offers a sad looking smile. “I promise that I will explain later.”
The demon that Dean had shot had finally pulled himself up off the ground and was making his way toward them.
“Dean, I have faith in you.” Cas tells him.
Dean swallows the lump in his throat and nods back. “Okay, I can do this.”
Dean throws himself forward, the knife is clutched in his hand and after several minutes of parrying back and forth Dean finally manages to get the fatal blow in.
The knife sticks into the demon’s chest and Dean lets it go for a second, amazed that he actually managed to do it.
Cas steps around him and pulls the knife free and holds it at his side.
Not knowing what else to do, Dean hugs Cas and holds on for as long as he can.
They’re only distracted from the moment when they hear a cell phone.
Dean takes a step back and glances over at Sam, he’s sitting on the fence near the building, his phone plastered to his ear and even from where Dean was standing, and he knew that it wasn’t good news.
That it was the worst news possible.
He makes his way over to his brother and leans down.
“Sammy, what’s going on?”
Sam shakes his head, ignoring Dean while he listens to whoever was on the other end.
“Dean, you’re freaking me out. What’s happened?”
Sam ends the call and tucks the phone into his pocket and looks up at Dean, tears stream down his face and Dean can feel his heart stop.
“Sammy, what happened?”
Sam swallows hard and glances at each of them before he shuffles his feet before speaking.
“That was Jo, there was a… there’s been an accident,” Sam begins. “I can’t uh…” his breath catches in his throat as a strange sob escapes his lips.
“Sam, tell me what’s going on?” John pleads with him.
“There was a fire,” Sam continues. “It’s Jess… she’s dead.”
August 5 2008
Dean pushes open the bathroom door and steps into the bedroom, Cas was standing at the end of the bed dressed in a dark grey suit and he was holding a trench coat in his hands.
“What are you doing?” Dean asks him as he walks past.
“I don’t exactly know.” Cas tells him.
Dean walks back over to him, plants his hand on the back of Cas’ neck and kisses him.
“I think we’re all feeling like that,” Dean tells him. “This whole situation sucks beyond belief.”
“I’ve never been to a funeral before.” Cas tells him.
Dean cocks an eyebrow at him. “Really? You’re an Angel of the Lord and you’ve never been to a funeral?”
Cas shakes his head. “Not in this capacity, not as a ‘normal’ person and I don’t know how I feel about it.”
Dean hugs him and then goes back to the wardrobe. He pulls open the door and produces his suit jacket.
“We should get going, we don’t want to be late.” Dean tells him.
Dean makes his way through the house, keeping an eye out from Sam, he wasn’t in his room of the living room but when he walked into the kitchen he could hear a noise in the attached garage.
Pulling open the door, he can see the light is on and he hears the noise again, a faint tapping sound.
Stepping further into the room, he can see Sam standing in the middle of the garage, he was holding several small knives and he was busy throwing them at a target on the far wall.
“Sam, what are you doing?” Dean asks. “We need to go, we’re going to be late.”
Sam turns to look at him and then drops his gaze to the remaining knives in his hand.
“Yeah, I know. It’s just that…”
Dean walks over to him, takes the knives from him and places them down onto the table and then he pulls his brother into a hug.
“I’m so sorry Sam,” Dean tells him. “I know that this sucks. I can’t believe that she’s actually gone.”
“It’s his fault.” Sam replies.
Dean takes a step back and narrows his eyes at his brother. “What do you mean, it’s his fault? Who?”
“Crowley,” Sam says. “This is all his fault. Everything that happened with Dad, Grandpa. Jess.”
Dean closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath. “Sammy, we’re going to make this right.”
Sam slightly shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe.”
Dean hugs him momentarily and then pulls him toward the door.
“Dean, where is everyone else?”
“Cas is in the bedroom, Mom and Dad will be here any minute and we’re meeting the others at the church.”
Sam squeezes his eyes shut and forces back the tears, a moment later he looks back at Dean and nods.
“Okay, let’s go.”
Five minutes later the three of them were standing on the front porch, Mary and John had just arrived and Dean waved at him, and they made their way over to the car and climbed in.
“Everything okay?” John asks. “You have everything you need?”
Both Sam and Dean nod but don’t say anything.
It was a silent and somber drive to the church.
Sam really didn’t want to do this, he just wanted to go back home, sit at his desk and call Jess.
But that wasn’t going to happen again, not ever and it made his heart ache at the thought.
Several minutes later John pulled the car into the parking lot and cut the engine.
For what felt like forever, they just sat there, no one wanted to go into the church.
Sam was the first one to get out of the car, he stood at the back waiting for the others.
Cas was the next one to exit the car, leaving Dean alone with his parents.
“Dean, how is he doing?” Mary asks him. “Is he okay?”
Dean slightly shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. I’ve tried talking to him but he’s not really been in the mood for it.”
“Maybe he should move back home for a while,” Mary suggests. “It might be good for him.”
Dean shakes his head. “No, he doesn’t need to move back home Mom, he just needs time. He loved Jess more than anything, he’s heartbroken.”
“We should be heading in now.” John says.
Sam barely even looked at anyone the entire service. He had rejected any notion of giving some sort of speech, he knew that there was no way he would be able to get through it.
After the service, Mr. and Mrs. Moore asked Sam to stay for the receiving line and Sam had to keep biting his tongue every time one of the Moore family or their friends hugged him and offered their condolences.
He just wanted to go home and crawl into bed and never leave his room again.
Dean and Cas stood near the doorway talking to each other while Mary and John spoke briefly to some of the other attendees.
“Perhaps there is something that I could do to help Sam,” Cas offers.
Dean cocks an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Do your mind thingy on him?” He thinks about it for a moment. “I don’t think that would work, as much as he’s hurting right now, I don’t want to take that away from him. He needs to experience this, he’s gotta deal with it on his own, in his own way.”
“Well, I will have to tell him that if there is anything that I can do to help him…”
Dean leans forward and presses his lips to Cas’. “You’re kinda awesome you know that, right?”
Cas smiles back at him. “I like you too.”
A few minutes later, Jo and Ash join them near the door.
“That was the hardest thing that I have ever had to go through.” Jo says, tears lining her cheeks.
Dean nods back and pulls her into a hug. “I’m sorry Jo.”
She takes a step back and sadly shakes her head. “Ash, you wanna go up there now?”
Ash nods back at her. “Yeah, you guys are coming up to the cemetery right?”
“Of course,” Dean tells him. “We’ll see you there.”
A few minutes later Mary and John join them.
“I should get Sam.” Mary says.
“I’ll do it.” Dean replies.
He quickly kisses Cas again and the makes his way to the front.
Sam was talking to Mr. and Mrs. Moore and he waited for them to finish, which they did a couple of minutes later.
“Sam, we’re heading up now. You ready?”
Sam shakes his head. “No, I don’t know if I can.”
Dean sucks in a deep breath and nods. “I get that but you know that you can’t miss it Sammy. You’ll regret it for the rest of life if you don’t go.”
Sam accepts Dean’s offer of a hug and then they join the others in the parking lot.
It was only a few minutes’ walk up to the cemetery and the group follow some others up there.
When they get there, Sam stops near a tree and rests against it. Dean stands to one side, Cas the other.
They watch as Mary, John, Bobby, Jo and Ash gather together, talking quietly among themselves.
“Sam,” Cas begins. “I just want you to know that if there is anything that you need, I will help you however I can.”
Sam nods back at him but keeps his attention on the crowd gathered around the plot and even just thinking about that makes him feel sick to his stomach.
“Thanks Cas,” Sam tells him.
They stand there in silence for several minutes until Dean takes a few steps forward.
“We should really join the others.”
“Dean.” Sam says.
“Yeah?”
“I’m not going to let this go,” Sam tells them. “I won’t let her death be for nothing.”
Sam starts walking toward the gathering, his hands shoved into his pockets and Cas grabs Dean’s hand and they follow him.
“I’m not going to give up until he’s dead,” Sam continues. “He is not going to get away with what he’s done not only to our family but to her.”
He stops and turns to face them.
“You’ll help me?” He asks.
Dean smiles sadly at him. “Of course we will Sammy.”
“Death Will Come For You.” Sam adds.
Dean stares back at him with wide eyes. “What the hell did you just say?”
Sam glances at Cas before looking back at Dean. “It was written on the wall of Jess’ room, even after the fire, it was as clear as day.”
Dean glances at Cas for a moment. He doesn’t really know what to say though.
“I promise you that we are going to take that son of a bitch down,” Dean tells him. “You’re right, what he’s done to this family and what he did to Jess; that was meant to get to you Sam.”
“Dean.”
Dean steps closer to him and hugs him again, he moves back a moment later and places both hands on Sam’s shoulders and looks him in the eye.
“The King of Hell,” Dean says. “Is going to learn the hard way that no one messes with my little brother.”
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