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Post by Dean Winchester on May 3, 2008 15:22:29 GMT -4
Dean sat outside of the University in his Impala and rested his head against the steering wheel. The meeting with the Professor hadn't exactly filled him with the joys of spring and he contemplated whether or not to say “Blow it all to Hell” and simply go and confront Meg in that exact moment.
Sitting up from his seat slightly and fishing his cell phone from his pocket, Dean flipped it open and kicked it into life. The endless stream of voice mails that screamed back at him did nothing to ease his mind and as he scrolled down them and rested on Sam he hesitated briefly before dialing out and listening.
Dean…..Dean please come back. Let me help please, we do this together just like we’ve done everything else for Christ sakes!
You just can’t up and leave Dean then call to wish me a happy friggin birthday it doesn’t work that way Dean!
…You’re gonna get yourself killed Dean…call me back…please……………
The pleading in Sam's voice tore through Dean and he flipped his phone closed and rested his head back upon his head rest. His eyes slipped closed as he tried in vain for the best course of action to take and yet as the message from Sam still continued to flow through his mind, he pulled his head back up and snatched up his phone again.
Scrolling down to Sam's name and biting the bullet almost immediately, Dean held the phone to his ear and heard the incessant ringing, he began to wonder whether he actually wanted Sam to answer or not.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 4, 2008 13:08:43 GMT -4
After talking to Bobby Sam had started to make his way down towards Lawrence. It was astruggle to keep his eyes open and his arms radiated with pain from his arms but he had tog et to Dean before he did soemthing stupid. He was pretty sure he had gotten an infection somewhere along the way as he was sweating and he had the air conditioner in the truck blasting.
he enarly jumped out of skin as his cell phone rang from its place in the cup holder next to him. He fumbeled with it for a moment and then quickly naswered it as Dean's name blinked back at him.
"Dean?" Sam's voice sounded entirely too frantic and weak then he wanted it to but in the same way he didn't really give a damn.
"Where the hell are you?!"
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 4, 2008 13:47:06 GMT -4
Dean had sat and listened to the constant ringing, his eyes emotionless as he stared out at the darkening sky before him and deep down he prayed that he would simply receive Sam's voice mail greeting again.
A small wince crossed his face and he took a sharp intake of breath as the phone was picked up the other end and Sam's panic stricken voice met him.
"Vegas Sammy....coulda done with you at the craps table but hell....live and learn...." Dean cringed at his own lie as he drummed his fingers upon the wheel of the car and he glanced at his reflection in the rear view mirror.
The exhaustion and the toll of what he had chosen to do had already begun to wear on him if the dark rings circling his eyes were anything to go by and he turned away from himself with a look of pain.
"How you holding up little brother? Ruby....did she....is she taking care of you Sammy?" his voice broke slightly as he spoke and he leaned back in his seat slightly.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 4, 2008 18:40:27 GMT -4
Sam gripped the steering wheel with his one hand while he made sure to hold the phone securely against his ear trying to pick up anything Dean said that he could pick up about what the hell was going on.
“You’re not in Vegas Dean…I wasn’t born yesterday. Seriously where the hell are you? Since when do you just up and leave? You give me the first fcking degree if I go down the corner for food without announcing it…where are you Dean?”
Sam tried to keep his voice as calm as possible and his eyes as focused on the road in front of him as he could. All of that would have been rather easy had the pain in his arms not returned the second the meds had worn off and he could feel fresh blood soaking through the bandages and sticking to his shirt.
He shivered slightly even though at the same time he was certain he was running a fever.
“I’m good…good as new,” he lied with a slight pang of guilt but he already knew Dean was gonna flip that he had taken a bit of a field trip without Ruby.
“Yeah…no Ruby did a good job she got me all bandaged up and then she went to get me some food…and then I left…”
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 4, 2008 19:01:51 GMT -4
Dean forced back the smirk that crossed his lips as Sam, unsurprisingly, called him out on his Vegas crap “Worth a try I guess....” he muttered under his breath, his fingers tapping the steering wheel before him.
His eyes widened considerably and he snatched the phone away from his ear to stare at the display before him. Pulling it back and keeping his voice as low and as steady as possible, Dean struggled to actually believe the words that just came out of his brothers mouth. “Dude....you did not just frigging cuss me out....” he growled, not meaning for his anger to be aimed at Sam “Cos I am telling you now....for your own damn good that you watch what you say to me Sammy....so help me God I will.....” Dean's mouth curled into a sneer as he stopped himself from going down the line of speech he was intending to go down and he held the phone down by his side for a few brief moments.
As Dean bought the phone back up to his ear, the words “good as new” reached him and he shook his head quickly “Bullshit Sammy....when I left you you were close to tugging on the reapers coat tails so don't give me that crap....”
Dean's body relaxed slightly as Sam explained that Ruby had taken care of him and he smiled slightly “That's good Sammy...that's....” Dean stopped speaking and his hands instinctively gripped at the wheel before him until his knuckles turned white beneath the pressure. “Dude....seriously, my ears must still be ringing with your cussing because I did not just hear you say that you left!” he spat.
Wrenching the phone away from his ear and tossing it down upon the chair beside him, Dean thumped the steering wheel and did not stop until the familiar sensation of blood trickled down from his split knuckles “Son of a bitch!” his voice resounded around the car and he stared down at the phone for a few moments before snatching it back up and attempting to keep his voice calm “Sam....why?” he groaned quietly “Why in the hell would you....Goddamn it Sam! Where in the hell are you gonna go huh? You gonna follow after me? Tell you what Sammy, go ahead and do that...follow me all you like, I will just send you packing in the opposite direction....” Dean's voice struggled against the anger he held within him and he resumed gripping at the steering wheel again.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 4, 2008 19:13:49 GMT -4
Sam shook his head frustrated; leave it to Dean to focus on the fact that he had said “fck” instead of the more pressing matter at hand that he was off to do God only knew what.
“Oh right I’ll watch what I say Dean cause what? You’re gonna come and beat the hell out of me? Oh wait that would mean you would have to come back from where-ever the hell you ran off to so I’ll be sure to fckin hold my breath!” Sam snapped getting highly pissed himself as he glared down at the phone for a moment before pressing it back against his ear as his brother threw an ever lovin fit at the fact he had left Ruby.
“I’m fine Dean no need to worry just keep on doing what you’re doing since you don’t care about getting yourself killed…” Sam stopped speaking though as he heard Dean lose it in regards to the fact he had left. He was pretty certain Dean was no longer holding the phone in his hand.
“Dean?...Dean?!”
Sam listened he could still hear his brother he just had to wait for him to get back on the phone which he did a few moments later.
“Why? Really you’re gonna ask me why I left Ruby? I left because when I woke up you had vanished without a word to anyone about where you went! That’s why. I wasn’t about to just sit and crack open a beer and wait for news that you were dead. So I sent her to get food and I left. Hot wired a truck and am heading down to Lawrence since Bobby and everyone there thinks you’re going after Meg … alone…which would be a stupid thing to do! So don’t even get on me about leaving when you did it first!”
Sam’s breathing was slightly ragged after his slight little out burst and he flinched slightly as he tried to flex out his fingers which gripped the steering wheel. He jerked the wheel left quickly as he realized he had drifted slightly into the other lane. He was grateful the roads were empty save for him.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 4, 2008 19:27:32 GMT -4
Dean's face remained emotionless as he stared out at the dark scenery through his windscreen. The wrought iron fencing that surrounded Stull Cemetery slammed into his mind as Sam's words went in one ear, floated about slightly and then vanished without so much as a flinch from Dean. “Cuss away Sammy....” he mumbled absent minded “And you know full Goddamn well I wouldn't kick the crap out of you, so don't even try that shit with me....just you don't have to....”
Dean stopped speaking and simply shook his head gently “Say whatever the hell you want Sammy....lord knows I frigging deserve it. Upping and leaving, selfish of me I know....That's Dean goddamn Winchester for you isn't it Sammy? Not a damn thought for anyone else...just up and leave his dying brother so that he can make it all better....being a martyr...making Daddy proud...” Dean's voice came out monotone, almost robotic as he simply stared at the graveyard beyond.
“Lemme tell you something for nothing Sammy....Goddamn it why did you have to be so frigging childish?! I left you with Ruby because you were close to dying...do you understand what I am telling you Sam? That bitch....that goddamn, demonic bitch Meg...yeah Meg you remember her right? The chick that totally screwed you over, screwed Dad over...tried to kill us all...well she up and tried it again Sammy....you nearly died Sammy...and now you're telling me that you are off swanning it up on the way to Kansas in a frigging truck? Bravo little brother...reached a whole new level of stupidity there college boy!” he growled.
Dean's hands lessened their grip upon the steering wheel slightly and, against his better judgment, he allowed a small smile to cross his lips. “You hot wired a ride?” he asked, the amusement in his voice shining through slightly “A truck at that....that's my boy Sammy....” he added, his voice low but full of admiration. “But I can't let you come with me Sam, I just can't....I have to do this alone, I can't watch my own ass and yours too...please Sammy.” he pleaded softly.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 5, 2008 9:30:35 GMT -4
Sam grew silent as he heard his brother’s words. He really didn’t want to be angry with him; and besides the fact it took a lot of strength and effort that he really didn’t have at the moment. But Dean had left, he had just upped and left with not so much as a word or an explanation or anything and that wasn’t how things were supposed to work…it just wasn’t and yet it was Sam who always got accused of being a child about things.
“You don’t have to make everything better Dean and you don’t have to protect me…I’m 23 years old I’m not 6 months old any more…you don’t have to keep sacrificing yourself for me…it isn’t fair. I would do anything for you yet you spend all of your time doing everything you can to stop me…you’re not the only who gets to care here that isn’t how it works.
Sam grew extremely silent as Dean went off on him about leaving Ruby and going after him. He let Dean had his say and forced his eyes to stay focused on the road; he knew up and leaving after all of the blood he had lost wasn’t a smart idea but he had been backed into a corner and didn’t have a choice. He wasn’t about to live with the fact that Dean could die because of him and as long as he could help it he would.
“I’m sorry Dean…but I couldn’t let you…holy shit,” Sam muttered jerking the steering wheel hard to the left as he had about run off the road and not even realized it.
“Damn…um raccoons…in the middle of the road,” Sam muttered shifting in his seat and trying to gather some more strength and what not from somewhere. He could feel the sweat causing his shirt to stick to him even though he still had the air going at about as cold as was possible he blinked a few more times readjusting his grip on the wheel and the phone.
“I’m only about an hour tops from Missouri’s Dean…I want you to swear to me you’re not going to get yourself killed and when you’re done doin whatever you’re doing you’ll get there too…I just don’t…” As Sam had been talking the world around him had grown fuzzy and out of focus from pain and fever and no matter how hard he tried to keep his wits about him he was fighting a losing battle. This time there really was something in the middle of the road another car…and he had completely missed it.
“Son of a bit…” Sam dropped the cell phone and gripped the wheel jerking it hard to the right to avoid smashing into the car. He missed the car but lost control of the truck in the process as it spun out of control off the side of the road only stopping when it slammed into a tree. Sam’s head slammed hard against the window causing a spider web crack to travel through it and blood to pour from the wound on his head. He lay utterly still and pale slumped over the steering wheel.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 5, 2008 10:12:09 GMT -4
Dean rested his head on the steering wheel before him as Sam's voice all but cut through him and he struggled to hold back the new wave of emotion that threatened to slam through him. “Yes....I do Sammy....” he whispered quietly “You're all I have.....you and Dad, and I have to be the one to....” Dean pulled his head back from the steering wheel and fumbled with the handle of his door.
Wrenching it open and stepping out into the cool, night air, Dean sat himself upon the front of the Impala and stared out at the graveyard once more. “I have to do this Sammy....you're my little brother....” Dean stopping speaking and shook his head gently “You won't remember this Sammy....but when Mom put us to....when Mom put us to bed, every night she would tell us that angels would look over us....look out for us....” Dean took a sharp intake of breath as the words that he was about to speak slammed into him and he shook his head roughly “Ever since she died...ever since that night....they haven't been there Sammy....not once, and I had....I have to take their place Sammy, it's what Mom would have wanted, for you.”
Dean sat up straighter and his eyes widened as Sam's panicked voice broke through again and he made his way back to the drivers side “Sam....get off the road, find a motel, hole up for the night and get your damn strength back. Missouri, Dad, Bobby....they can all wait, just get off the road Sam....”
“Sam do you hear me?” Dean's voice became just as fraught and as panicked as Sam's as he heard the whole scene on the other end of the line play out in surround stereo and he thumped the roof of the car violently “Damnit Sammy....get off the....”
Dean's eyes widened and his words and breath were snatched from him as the sound of metal and glass crashing about echoed from the phone and he stared out into the night. “Sam....SAMMY!!” Dean's voice pierced through the air, startling the many birds that had roosted in the tree tops and he watched as the flocked away in a swarm of blackness “Sammy......” Dean's voice came out broken, strained as he was met by silence and, as the phone cut out and he was left alone, he punched a number into his phone and as it cut into Bobby's voice mail, Dean left what could only be described as a rather colorful message and threw the phone onto the seat of his car.
Snatching up his duffel and throwing it over his shoulder, Dean turned almost emotionless, robotic and made his way towards the entrance of the cemetery. His head was clear, save for one thought and one thought alone. He knew that somehow, this would all end, tonight.
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