Supernatural-End of the Innocence
Title:End of the Innocence
Author:nocturniquette1
But I know a place where we can go
And was away this sin
Well sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass wave in the wind
Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair spill all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
Don Henley
End of the Innocence
The house has a smell.
At first the hairs on the back of Sam's neck stood up and his fists were clenched. He stood there for half a moment, maybe less, his mind screaming at him to do something, anything.
And then the moment passed.
“Jess!” he calls out “You home?” he closes the door behind him. His eyes landed on a small plate of cookies with a note in her handwriting saying “Missed you! Love you!” Jess was a beautiful girl but he knew the fastest way into Sam Winchester's heart lay between his mouth and his stomach. He grabbed one and bit into it as he wandered through the house looking for her.
As he walked upstairs he passed Jess as she walked down and said to him “Maybe I'll hook up with you later?”
He nods and keeps walking up, the cookie tastes of sulfur and blood, but as he rounds the corner to his room he sees her standing by the door. She smiles and says “Sam? You know, we made a hell of a team back there.” Sam smiles again and finishes the cookie in one swallow, it is bitter as it goes down his throat. He drops his bag by the bed and lays back onto it, his hands over his head in exhaustion. He lays there in silence, the coppery taste of the blood sliding down the back of his throat and forces his eyes to stay closed. He wasn't going to open his eyes this time. He wasn't going to do it. He wasn't
He felt something fall on his forehead. Once. Twice. He moved his face away, keeping his eyes shut as tight as he could. Another drop and then another, his forehead was hot with blood as it dripped down the sides of his face, down his nose and into his mouth. He clenched his mouth and eyes and refused to budge. And then he heard above him.
“That's why you could never go home. You were too scared to face me.”
His eyes shot open and he woke up gasping.
November 5, 2005
He sat up in bed, his heart pounding like a bass drum in his ears as he felt his vision expand from the pinpoint of anxiety to the motel room him and his brother was staying in. He looked up and saw Dean standing in front of the half cracked mirror as he straightened his tie. One eyebrow was half cocked in question as he looked over to Sam, hair still a mess, faded and torn white t shirt he had been wearing the night they had found Jess.
Dean watched his little brother try to blink his life back into existence as the past few days came back to him and his face of shock was replaced with one of abject horror.
“You ok?” Dean asked, his hands frozen in mid-tie.
Sam sat there for several more minutes before he heard Dean ask again, his head spinning around to Dean's voice. “Huh?”
“Me Dean? You Tarzan?” Dean said finishing the tie “You ok?”
Sam nodded quickly as he ran his hands through the mop of his hair and leaned forward with a deep sigh “Yeah, yeah. I'm here.”
“Wasn't my question” Dean said turning back and grabbing his jacket “But whatever. I need to go out and grab some things, you need anything?”
“My girlfriend alive and not dead bleeding over my head?”
“Sam?” Dean said snapping his fingers in front of Sam's face “You need anything from the store?”
“No.” he said just above a whisper “No, I'm good.”
Dean shook his head and mumbled “Definition of good I'm not aware of” as he grabbed the Impala's car. “I'll be back, get dressed. Her service is at noon.”
“I know when her fucking service is Dean!” Sam screamed at the top of his lungs.
Dean froze, his face a perfect mask of neutrality as he tried not to react. Slowly he turned around and looked at Sam “Well then get dressed or you planning on going dressed as Mel the fry cook from Alice?”
Sam glowered at Dean for a long moment and threw back the covers as he got up “I'm up ok?” he slammed the bathroom door behind him, leaving Dean alone in the motel room wondering if his little brother was going to make it after all.
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They walked into the funeral home and Dean knew it was the wrong idea.
Jessica's family were gathered at the front of the room, her father glaring back at Sam as if he had taken a match to Jess himself. Dean tried to control his anger and he whispered to Sammy “Dude, we don't have to do this. We can..”
Sam ignored him and kept walking towards the casket. Dean cursed and took point behind him.
Sam got within twenty feet of Jess's body when her father and older brother cut him off “How dare you show up here!” her father growled.
In a voice devoid of any real emotion Sam said “Mr. Moore I am so sorry for your loss and I wish...”
Dean wondered what Sammy was wishing but never finished the sentence. Jess's brother Kyle moved past his father and grabbed Sam by the suit lapels “Fuck you and your sorry. Get your freaky ass out of here before...”
Kyle would never finish that, or any other sentence in his life without lisping as Dean's fist connected with his face. Kyle, a big guy, went down like a sack of potatoes and the father turned to give Dean a look before Sam jumped between them.
“Dean!” he yelled “Dean stop this!”
“Get out of here you bastard freak!” the father said still locking eyes with Dean.
“Bring it grandpa.” Dean said wanting to feel someone go down under his punch again.
“STOP IT!” a female voice screeched over the commotion.
Everything stopped. Kyle on the floor looking for his tooth, Dean with one hand out towards the father with murder in his eyes. Sam trying desperately to get Jess' father out of the way before Dean flattened him. And the dad trying his best not to wet himself as he stared down a furious Dean Winchester.
Jess' mom cut through the collection of men like a scythe through wheat. Dean, Sam and her husband all moved aside, none of them daring to make eye contact with her while she berated them “What in the world has gotten into you all!” She looked over to her husband “He was in love with Jess, he's hurting!” down at her son “I hoped that hurt, man handling people at your sister's funeral!” shooting Dean a look that dropped the smile he had barely started “How dare you strike my son like some kind of thug!” and then to Sam “Sam you should go.”
Sam's mouth opened in shock and hurt but she continued “I know you loved her and I know how she felt about you. But please Sam...please. You know she wouldn't have wanted this.” she said spreading her hand out to encapsulate the chaos of the moment “For Jess, please leave.”
Dean wanted Sam to tell the old woman to shove it (though he didn't want to dare it himself) he wanted him to scream he had a right to be there, he wanted him to do anything but sigh sadly, slump his shoulders and walk out slowly. Which was of course what he did. The family looked at Dean and he glared at them with real fire in his eyes “You people are sick. Did you want him to burn up with her? Would that be what Jess wanted?” The mom held a hand up to her mouth in shock as Dean said “Your daughter was both beautiful and polite; a trait I see didn't come from any of you.”
He enjoyed the silence as he walked out and followed Sam. He found him in the Impala, head against the glass crying. As Dean got in the car he wanted to do something, anything that would make his little brother feel better. But he knew, if that was Cassie in that box, there wasn't anything anyone could say to make the pain go away. Instead he drove to the nearest liquor store in silence, grabbed them both a bottle of something deadly and drove out to the outskirts of the graveyard and waited for her to be buried.
The Winchester brothers drank in silence as they waited for Jessica one last time.
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After they all left Sam watched as the workmen began to fill her grave with dirt. He watched as Dean walked over, bills in his hand, and said something to them in private. Within seconds the men, with most of Dean's money, walked away. Dean walked back over and stood next to his brother “Ok champ, it's all yours.” He patted him on the back and walked back towards the car, knowing if that was him, he'd want to do this alone.
Sam stood there, flowers in his hand as he struggled for words. There was no tombstone yet but the hole in the ground felt like the one in his heart. Clearing his throat he looked down and said “I...um...” and he found himself laughing, from nervousness, lack of sleep, dementia, he wasn't sure “You always said roses were lame so I brought you these.” He tossed the flowers into the hole and expected to hear them bounce off the top of the coffin. Instead he heard nothing.
The top of the flowers poked out from the grave, as if floating, save the pale, lifeless hand holding them. Jess sat there on the edge of her grave, even in death she looked incredible. She sat there and smelt the flowers as he gaped at her “I said roses were lame because they were so cliché. Flowers in general as a sign of grief is stupid since why would someone dead want you to kill something else to show you miss them?” she held the flowers in her wrist like a prop “Lame.”
He coughed as he struggled with apparition talking to him like nothing had happened. His mind began to race.
“Salt?” she said with a smile “Really? Holy water? Come on Sam, is that all you can think about here?”
“You're not real.” he said with parched lips.
“Aren't I?” she asked “Should we sit here and have a conversation about what is real like our first date? Discuss if a penguin is real because it exists? Is that really what you want to say to me Sam?”
Choking back tears he said “Jess I should have protected you. I should have told you the truth.”
“Maybe” she said cocking her head “But then again would it have mattered?”
He blinked as his vision of her blurred “What?”
She rose, the gown of white she wore was almost translucent, like an image of cloth instead of real cloth “Would it have mattered? Did it matter with your mom? Could your dad have saved her?” There was no emotion in her voice, no malice in her tone. She simply asked the questions and wanted the truth, and he found he had no answer to it.
“Sweetie” she said turning to him “What's done is done. That is the past” she said gesturing to her own grave “And you have to move on. You can't stay here with me.”
And with real agony in his voice he asked “Why not?”
She smiled and touched his cheek, her hands were cold, yet reassuring “Because it's not your time yet. It's not your place, not anymore.” she turned away as she paced her grave, balancing on the edge “In fact I don't think you were ever mine.”
“Why?” he asked almost rushing towards her to keep her from falling back into the dark hole.
“Because you are his.” she said pointing behind him. He turned and saw Dean leaning against the Impala in the distance. “Always has been, always will be.” he looked to her in confusion “I was just borrowing you for awhile.” she stopped and moved into him, almost embracing him “A place to rest before the storm.”
“I love you” he said and never had he ever meant three words in his entire life.
“I know” she said simply “And I love you. That's why you can't stay.” She rested her head on his chest for a moment and said softly “That's my boy's heart, his strong, strong heart.” she moved back and looked him in the eyes “I'm gone Sam, and your brother needs you now.”
“I don't care!” he said trying to move towards her.
“That's not true, and you know it.” she said still smiling, still moving away from him.
“Jess wait! Wait for me!”
She smiled again, moving away from him rapidly now, almost on the horizon “Of course I will silly.” and as she faded away he heard “I can wait forever.”
He ran and ran, but never caught up to her. Finally he felt himself trip and begin to fall, but he was so tired and beyond caring anymore. He closed his eyes and fell...hoping he would never land.
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Sam woke up in the motel room in confusion.
He looked around and found Dean sitting on the other bed watching TV.
“Morning sunshine. How's the head?”
Sam winced as his brother's voice echoed and rebounded around his head like a loose ball in an airplane crash. “Loud...noises” Sam said wincing and holding his head.
“Yeah” he said turning off the TV “Pay the gravediggers hundred bucks to take a hike and you pass out like a girl at the prom.” Dean put a cup of coffee in front of Sam “Hope you said good-bye, cause we need to get.”
“Yeah thanks” Sam said as he sipped the life restoring beverage slowly. He could hear Dean watching him and he looked up “What?”
“Nothing” Dean said holding his hands up “Nothing at all. Just seeing if you're ok. We can take some more time if...”
“Dad's missing and we have work to do.” he said sounding a bit more grim than he intended.
“So you said.” Dean sat down across from him “Sammy, you don't have to do this alone. I am right...”
And Sam looked up, held up one hand and said “Dean, please. No chick flick moments.”
He saw Dean's eyes narrow in anger for a moment and Sam said quickly “I'm ok. Thank you, but I'm ok. I just need some time.”
“And a shower.” Dean added.
Sam smelt himself “And a shower.” he agreed getting out of bed.
“No idea how you do it Sammy. Pass out in a graveyard and end up smelling like you were hugging on a corpse. How do you do that?”
Sam stopped as he felt chills go up his spine. Turning slowly he asked “Dean, did you see the flowers I brought?”
“That lame ass group of daisies? You know roses are nice too Sam.”
“Dean?” Sam shouted.
“No Sam I didn't.” he blurted out as he thought about it “Come to think of it I didn't seem them anywhere. And I checked in the...well in the...” he moved his neck as he tried to find the right words “You know the hole.”
“It's a grave Dean.”
“I know what it is!” he shot back “I just didn't know if you were...”
“So no flowers?” Sam asked cutting him off.
“No.”
“And I smell like a corpse?”
Dean looked even more confused “Yeah, why?”
Sam turned and made his way to the bathroom “Make sure the weapons are clean and loaded will you? I don't want to be in the middle of a fight and find out I'm carrying a dud or something. And closed the door behind him.
Dean sat there for a long moment “Where did that come from?” he said to himself as he began to pack up the room “Sure wasn't the sound of my little innocent brother who hated hunting. That's for sure.”
As they left Palo Alto in the rear view mirror Sam began to doze off, safe in the fact wherever they were headed, somewhere Jess was waiting.
Author:nocturniquette1
But I know a place where we can go
And was away this sin
Well sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass wave in the wind
Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair spill all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
Don Henley
End of the Innocence
The house has a smell.
At first the hairs on the back of Sam's neck stood up and his fists were clenched. He stood there for half a moment, maybe less, his mind screaming at him to do something, anything.
And then the moment passed.
“Jess!” he calls out “You home?” he closes the door behind him. His eyes landed on a small plate of cookies with a note in her handwriting saying “Missed you! Love you!” Jess was a beautiful girl but he knew the fastest way into Sam Winchester's heart lay between his mouth and his stomach. He grabbed one and bit into it as he wandered through the house looking for her.
As he walked upstairs he passed Jess as she walked down and said to him “Maybe I'll hook up with you later?”
He nods and keeps walking up, the cookie tastes of sulfur and blood, but as he rounds the corner to his room he sees her standing by the door. She smiles and says “Sam? You know, we made a hell of a team back there.” Sam smiles again and finishes the cookie in one swallow, it is bitter as it goes down his throat. He drops his bag by the bed and lays back onto it, his hands over his head in exhaustion. He lays there in silence, the coppery taste of the blood sliding down the back of his throat and forces his eyes to stay closed. He wasn't going to open his eyes this time. He wasn't going to do it. He wasn't
He felt something fall on his forehead. Once. Twice. He moved his face away, keeping his eyes shut as tight as he could. Another drop and then another, his forehead was hot with blood as it dripped down the sides of his face, down his nose and into his mouth. He clenched his mouth and eyes and refused to budge. And then he heard above him.
“That's why you could never go home. You were too scared to face me.”
His eyes shot open and he woke up gasping.
November 5, 2005
He sat up in bed, his heart pounding like a bass drum in his ears as he felt his vision expand from the pinpoint of anxiety to the motel room him and his brother was staying in. He looked up and saw Dean standing in front of the half cracked mirror as he straightened his tie. One eyebrow was half cocked in question as he looked over to Sam, hair still a mess, faded and torn white t shirt he had been wearing the night they had found Jess.
Dean watched his little brother try to blink his life back into existence as the past few days came back to him and his face of shock was replaced with one of abject horror.
“You ok?” Dean asked, his hands frozen in mid-tie.
Sam sat there for several more minutes before he heard Dean ask again, his head spinning around to Dean's voice. “Huh?”
“Me Dean? You Tarzan?” Dean said finishing the tie “You ok?”
Sam nodded quickly as he ran his hands through the mop of his hair and leaned forward with a deep sigh “Yeah, yeah. I'm here.”
“Wasn't my question” Dean said turning back and grabbing his jacket “But whatever. I need to go out and grab some things, you need anything?”
“My girlfriend alive and not dead bleeding over my head?”
“Sam?” Dean said snapping his fingers in front of Sam's face “You need anything from the store?”
“No.” he said just above a whisper “No, I'm good.”
Dean shook his head and mumbled “Definition of good I'm not aware of” as he grabbed the Impala's car. “I'll be back, get dressed. Her service is at noon.”
“I know when her fucking service is Dean!” Sam screamed at the top of his lungs.
Dean froze, his face a perfect mask of neutrality as he tried not to react. Slowly he turned around and looked at Sam “Well then get dressed or you planning on going dressed as Mel the fry cook from Alice?”
Sam glowered at Dean for a long moment and threw back the covers as he got up “I'm up ok?” he slammed the bathroom door behind him, leaving Dean alone in the motel room wondering if his little brother was going to make it after all.
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They walked into the funeral home and Dean knew it was the wrong idea.
Jessica's family were gathered at the front of the room, her father glaring back at Sam as if he had taken a match to Jess himself. Dean tried to control his anger and he whispered to Sammy “Dude, we don't have to do this. We can..”
Sam ignored him and kept walking towards the casket. Dean cursed and took point behind him.
Sam got within twenty feet of Jess's body when her father and older brother cut him off “How dare you show up here!” her father growled.
In a voice devoid of any real emotion Sam said “Mr. Moore I am so sorry for your loss and I wish...”
Dean wondered what Sammy was wishing but never finished the sentence. Jess's brother Kyle moved past his father and grabbed Sam by the suit lapels “Fuck you and your sorry. Get your freaky ass out of here before...”
Kyle would never finish that, or any other sentence in his life without lisping as Dean's fist connected with his face. Kyle, a big guy, went down like a sack of potatoes and the father turned to give Dean a look before Sam jumped between them.
“Dean!” he yelled “Dean stop this!”
“Get out of here you bastard freak!” the father said still locking eyes with Dean.
“Bring it grandpa.” Dean said wanting to feel someone go down under his punch again.
“STOP IT!” a female voice screeched over the commotion.
Everything stopped. Kyle on the floor looking for his tooth, Dean with one hand out towards the father with murder in his eyes. Sam trying desperately to get Jess' father out of the way before Dean flattened him. And the dad trying his best not to wet himself as he stared down a furious Dean Winchester.
Jess' mom cut through the collection of men like a scythe through wheat. Dean, Sam and her husband all moved aside, none of them daring to make eye contact with her while she berated them “What in the world has gotten into you all!” She looked over to her husband “He was in love with Jess, he's hurting!” down at her son “I hoped that hurt, man handling people at your sister's funeral!” shooting Dean a look that dropped the smile he had barely started “How dare you strike my son like some kind of thug!” and then to Sam “Sam you should go.”
Sam's mouth opened in shock and hurt but she continued “I know you loved her and I know how she felt about you. But please Sam...please. You know she wouldn't have wanted this.” she said spreading her hand out to encapsulate the chaos of the moment “For Jess, please leave.”
Dean wanted Sam to tell the old woman to shove it (though he didn't want to dare it himself) he wanted him to scream he had a right to be there, he wanted him to do anything but sigh sadly, slump his shoulders and walk out slowly. Which was of course what he did. The family looked at Dean and he glared at them with real fire in his eyes “You people are sick. Did you want him to burn up with her? Would that be what Jess wanted?” The mom held a hand up to her mouth in shock as Dean said “Your daughter was both beautiful and polite; a trait I see didn't come from any of you.”
He enjoyed the silence as he walked out and followed Sam. He found him in the Impala, head against the glass crying. As Dean got in the car he wanted to do something, anything that would make his little brother feel better. But he knew, if that was Cassie in that box, there wasn't anything anyone could say to make the pain go away. Instead he drove to the nearest liquor store in silence, grabbed them both a bottle of something deadly and drove out to the outskirts of the graveyard and waited for her to be buried.
The Winchester brothers drank in silence as they waited for Jessica one last time.
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After they all left Sam watched as the workmen began to fill her grave with dirt. He watched as Dean walked over, bills in his hand, and said something to them in private. Within seconds the men, with most of Dean's money, walked away. Dean walked back over and stood next to his brother “Ok champ, it's all yours.” He patted him on the back and walked back towards the car, knowing if that was him, he'd want to do this alone.
Sam stood there, flowers in his hand as he struggled for words. There was no tombstone yet but the hole in the ground felt like the one in his heart. Clearing his throat he looked down and said “I...um...” and he found himself laughing, from nervousness, lack of sleep, dementia, he wasn't sure “You always said roses were lame so I brought you these.” He tossed the flowers into the hole and expected to hear them bounce off the top of the coffin. Instead he heard nothing.
The top of the flowers poked out from the grave, as if floating, save the pale, lifeless hand holding them. Jess sat there on the edge of her grave, even in death she looked incredible. She sat there and smelt the flowers as he gaped at her “I said roses were lame because they were so cliché. Flowers in general as a sign of grief is stupid since why would someone dead want you to kill something else to show you miss them?” she held the flowers in her wrist like a prop “Lame.”
He coughed as he struggled with apparition talking to him like nothing had happened. His mind began to race.
“Salt?” she said with a smile “Really? Holy water? Come on Sam, is that all you can think about here?”
“You're not real.” he said with parched lips.
“Aren't I?” she asked “Should we sit here and have a conversation about what is real like our first date? Discuss if a penguin is real because it exists? Is that really what you want to say to me Sam?”
Choking back tears he said “Jess I should have protected you. I should have told you the truth.”
“Maybe” she said cocking her head “But then again would it have mattered?”
He blinked as his vision of her blurred “What?”
She rose, the gown of white she wore was almost translucent, like an image of cloth instead of real cloth “Would it have mattered? Did it matter with your mom? Could your dad have saved her?” There was no emotion in her voice, no malice in her tone. She simply asked the questions and wanted the truth, and he found he had no answer to it.
“Sweetie” she said turning to him “What's done is done. That is the past” she said gesturing to her own grave “And you have to move on. You can't stay here with me.”
And with real agony in his voice he asked “Why not?”
She smiled and touched his cheek, her hands were cold, yet reassuring “Because it's not your time yet. It's not your place, not anymore.” she turned away as she paced her grave, balancing on the edge “In fact I don't think you were ever mine.”
“Why?” he asked almost rushing towards her to keep her from falling back into the dark hole.
“Because you are his.” she said pointing behind him. He turned and saw Dean leaning against the Impala in the distance. “Always has been, always will be.” he looked to her in confusion “I was just borrowing you for awhile.” she stopped and moved into him, almost embracing him “A place to rest before the storm.”
“I love you” he said and never had he ever meant three words in his entire life.
“I know” she said simply “And I love you. That's why you can't stay.” She rested her head on his chest for a moment and said softly “That's my boy's heart, his strong, strong heart.” she moved back and looked him in the eyes “I'm gone Sam, and your brother needs you now.”
“I don't care!” he said trying to move towards her.
“That's not true, and you know it.” she said still smiling, still moving away from him.
“Jess wait! Wait for me!”
She smiled again, moving away from him rapidly now, almost on the horizon “Of course I will silly.” and as she faded away he heard “I can wait forever.”
He ran and ran, but never caught up to her. Finally he felt himself trip and begin to fall, but he was so tired and beyond caring anymore. He closed his eyes and fell...hoping he would never land.
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Sam woke up in the motel room in confusion.
He looked around and found Dean sitting on the other bed watching TV.
“Morning sunshine. How's the head?”
Sam winced as his brother's voice echoed and rebounded around his head like a loose ball in an airplane crash. “Loud...noises” Sam said wincing and holding his head.
“Yeah” he said turning off the TV “Pay the gravediggers hundred bucks to take a hike and you pass out like a girl at the prom.” Dean put a cup of coffee in front of Sam “Hope you said good-bye, cause we need to get.”
“Yeah thanks” Sam said as he sipped the life restoring beverage slowly. He could hear Dean watching him and he looked up “What?”
“Nothing” Dean said holding his hands up “Nothing at all. Just seeing if you're ok. We can take some more time if...”
“Dad's missing and we have work to do.” he said sounding a bit more grim than he intended.
“So you said.” Dean sat down across from him “Sammy, you don't have to do this alone. I am right...”
And Sam looked up, held up one hand and said “Dean, please. No chick flick moments.”
He saw Dean's eyes narrow in anger for a moment and Sam said quickly “I'm ok. Thank you, but I'm ok. I just need some time.”
“And a shower.” Dean added.
Sam smelt himself “And a shower.” he agreed getting out of bed.
“No idea how you do it Sammy. Pass out in a graveyard and end up smelling like you were hugging on a corpse. How do you do that?”
Sam stopped as he felt chills go up his spine. Turning slowly he asked “Dean, did you see the flowers I brought?”
“That lame ass group of daisies? You know roses are nice too Sam.”
“Dean?” Sam shouted.
“No Sam I didn't.” he blurted out as he thought about it “Come to think of it I didn't seem them anywhere. And I checked in the...well in the...” he moved his neck as he tried to find the right words “You know the hole.”
“It's a grave Dean.”
“I know what it is!” he shot back “I just didn't know if you were...”
“So no flowers?” Sam asked cutting him off.
“No.”
“And I smell like a corpse?”
Dean looked even more confused “Yeah, why?”
Sam turned and made his way to the bathroom “Make sure the weapons are clean and loaded will you? I don't want to be in the middle of a fight and find out I'm carrying a dud or something. And closed the door behind him.
Dean sat there for a long moment “Where did that come from?” he said to himself as he began to pack up the room “Sure wasn't the sound of my little innocent brother who hated hunting. That's for sure.”
As they left Palo Alto in the rear view mirror Sam began to doze off, safe in the fact wherever they were headed, somewhere Jess was waiting.