She's lying. She's got to be.

At least it'll be easy enough to check. Sam makes a list of names, drawing on both his own memory and the things John Winchester had recorded in his journal.

He waits until Dean's gone out before he starts making calls.

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They'd found out the hard way that the seven deadly sins weren't just vices, but actual demons. Demons that had been released through the gate in Wyoming. Sam can't stop wondering about what that means in terms of what else might be out there waiting for them ( Read more... )

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They've been driving for hours, it's dark, and there's no sign of a town anywhere ahead.

Sam heaves a sigh and reaches for the map.

"If you got us lost, Dean, I'm gonna be pissed."

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The motel room is dark and quiet, save for the soft sound of breathing.

Sam had claimed exhaustion and gone to bed early. Dean had kept an eye on him until Sam had been still for half an hour before lying down on the other bed himself.

Now, an hour later, Dean's asleep on his side of the room.

Sam's only pretending to be.

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Talk about everything going wrong.

How could I be so fucking stupid?Sam's slumped on a stool in the lab, staring glumly at the floor and ignoring the argument going on around him. The wound in his chest stings a little bit, but no worse than any other scratch or cut he's ever had. He can't feel the virus yet, but he knows it's in there ( Read more... )

The road's dark - pretty close to pitch-black, come to that.

Still, as Sam cuts a sideways look at Dean, it's clear that the blackness outside is nothing compared to his brother's mood.

Not that his own is much better.

Dad, how could you--

"She was lying. Had to be."

He tries to sound as though he believes it.

"Demons lie all the time,