Dean pulled the Impala up to the house and stopped on the side of the street. He leaned past Cordelia a bit and looked out her window at the house they were to stay at. He wasn't thrilled about this, but he didn't have much of a choice. "How many people did you say live in there?" He raised a brow. The place didn't look that big ( Read more... )

He wasn't accepting it. He wasn't at peace. He sure as hell wasn't in denial. He had reached the end of the road, and all that was left for him was...something he didn't want to think about. And it didn't matter. It didn’t' matter because Sam would be safe, and in Dean's life that was all that mattered ( Read more... )