The Dead, and Moving On
Author's Note: Thanks to Megan, for my first review.
The Dead, and Moving On.
(A few years later)
Stanford, CA, USA.
Sam glanced at his older brother as Dean drove them away from the University.
Jessica, his girlfriend, was dead.
Killed by the same thing that took their mother.
They were going to kill that S.O.B. if it was the last thing they did.
If it was the last thing HE did.
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The lockbox was in the boot, with the ammo and all the…‘stuff’ that they to do their job.
He hadn’t actually looked into that box since…
Sam had put a picture of Jessica on it, of a few of his/their friends from there.
But now, it was just…there. Right in front of his face.
And so was the letter.
“Hey, Dean?” He called to his older brother, who was in the bathroom, having a shower.
“Did Dad say anything, y’know…before he left.”
“You should come ready this.”
When Dean was finished in the shower, and dressed once more, he wandered over to where Sam was sitting on the bed, hunched over.
“What is it?”
The younger Winchester handed over the letter, and watched Dean as his older brother read the letter, then read it again, and again, before putting it down.
“It’s legit.” He said. “I had it all checked out. I got it about a year ago, and I guess…I just forgot about it.”
Dean’s jaw clenched. “Did you ring them?”
He shook his head. “No. I knew Dad would…but…without protection? That doesn’t sound like him.”
“Maybe she’s lying. The girl might not be Dad’s, she might be…this Hank guy’s.”
Sam stood. “And what if she’s not lying? What if that girl is really our half sister?”
He looked away. “I don’t know, Sam!”
“Should we find her?”
“She’ll know soon. And she’ll probably search for us. If her mom found me, she might find us again.”
“And maybe she won’t.”
The two brothers looked at each other, before looking away.
Dean went about sorting his hair, and Sam put the letter away, knowing the conversation was over, for now at least.
But Sam knew that if his brother didn’t want to find her, if their dad found out and didn’t want to find her, then Sam would. Alone or not, he’d find a way to contact them, maybe even meet them.
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“So, tell me about this thing.”
“Dude, not again.”
“Seriously, I wanna know.”
Dean sighed. “Dad was on a hunting trip about a year ago now. He killed the wrong thing, and the witch who owned it got mad and cursed Dad. Now, he’s a Seer. But, he only sees the past, and senses the emotions. At least, that’s how he explained it to me.”
“So, Dad still goes out hunting, but he can feel if it’s hurt or not?”
Dean nodded. “Sometimes. He went to see a friend of his, and got it under control. He said only if the emotion is really strong that it will still get through all the shields he put up.”
“How did he find this out, then?” Sam enquired. Dean shook his head and looked away. He laughed. “Dude, are you blushing?”
“No!” He denied instantly, scowling at his younger brother.
“So, what happened?”
He scowled harder. “Dad was coming home, and I had just gotten back from having a night out. It was a really good night, too…”
Dean shook his head. “He came in, and I came in…seriously, dude, are you not getting this?”
Sam stared at him for a minutes, before he caught on, and he began laughed uproariously.
“Aw, man…” He laughed, and shook his head. “I wish I was there to see it.” He looked at his brother, but that just set him off again.
Dean looked away, trying for righteous anger when he was really just embarrassed.
“It’s not that funny.”
“Yes it is.”
There was only two ways to get his brother’s mind off of the subject. But one he REALLY didn’t want to approach, and the other…well, they didn’t have the ‘other’ at the minute.
“So, we should get going. We’ve got a long drive.”
“W-What?” Sam asked, once he’d calmed down. “Where’re we going?”