Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 20/?
Fic title: Restless Heart Syndrome
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19
Chapter 20:All My Life
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.*
This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. I hope you like it!
“All my life I've been searching for something. Something never comes never leads to nothing. Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close. Closer to the prize at the end of the rope. All night long I dream of the day. When it comes around, when it's taken away. Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most. Feel it come to life when I see your ghost. And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one.”
October 29, 2001
Northern Mississippi
Dean always prided himself on being a good hunter but at the moment he was off his game. He was distracted and he knew why. It was Lexi. He couldn't stop thinking about her. The last voice mail he got from her was seventeen days ago. He feels like shit for not calling her back but that doesn't stop him for putting off the call. He's replayed that message so often that he can close his eyes and see her saying those words. How she would worry her bottom lip between her teeth and look at him with those big green eyes.
He does believe her even she says she isn't mad but the thing is Dean doesn't know what to say to her. He's never been good with that kind of stuff. It doesn't stop him though for wanting to jump into the Impala and drive the seven hours to New Orleans to see her. It's all he wants to do. He wants to pull Lexi close and bury his face in her long brown hair while telling her how sorry he is. He doesn't get in the Impala because his dad said he needs his help to hunt down the demon. Dean's starting to have doubts about that too.
His father hunted on his own for twelve years. He didn't need help then which makes Dean wonder why he needs it now. He tries to brush the thought away and focus on the case at hand. He can't afford another screw up like the Banshee case last week. He attempts to go back to his research but the problem with that is Dean doesn't have a good track record with research. He's always been the shoot first kinda guy. He's not like Sam. He doesn't have the patience to spend hours going through dusty old books. Plus, he has a hard time focusing on one thing for a long amount of time. He gets bored and fidgety. Dean's been this way since he was a little kid. He could never sit still long. He was always running around or doing something active.
Dean runs his hands down his face and sighs. He has to get this done before his dad gets back, he just doesn't know how he's going to get through all these books. He was just about to reach for the next book off the pile when his cell starts ringing. Dean was going to ignore it until he realizes that the call's coming from California. “Hello?”
“Hey, Dean.”
Dean raises his eyebrows in surprise when he hears the voice on other end. He clears his throat before speaking in hopes it doesn't betray him by cracking.“Sammy? Why are you calling me? What's wrong? Where are you? I'll leave right now.”
“Whoa Dean slow down. I'm fine.”
“Then why are you calling me? I thought you were done with me and dad.” Dean replied not bothering to hide the bitterness in his voice.
Sam sighed while counting silently to ten. This was the reason why he didn't want to make this call but he promised Lexi he would try to get a hold of Dean.“I'm not done with you Dean and I didn't call to argue with you.”
“Then why...”
“I just got off the phone with Lexi. She's worried about you.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? That's all you have to say?” Sam snapped.
“Well, what do you want me to say, Sammy?”
“I dunno. Why haven't you called her in almost two months?”
“I can't.” Dean paused running a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath then whispered. “This case...Mom's case...it's too dangerous.”
“Dean, I'm gonna say this cuz you're my brother and I love you. You gotta stop man. This is Dad's battle not yours. Is it worth you losing, Lexi? Cuz I'm gonna tell you it's not.”
“Sammy, you don't...”
“What? I don't understand?” Sam said, his voice taking on a hard edge. “I understand, Dean. I understand perfectly but you're allowed to live your life too. You deserve to be happy Dean. And ya know what? I've never seen you happier than when you're with her. So, get out Dean. Leave Dad and his obsession. Go be with Lexi. Go live in New Orleans, get a job or go back to school. Go have a life of your own with her. I know you want to.”
“I can't Sammy.”
“Yes you can Dean. I know you want a normal life and I know you love her even if you don't want to admit it. It's not wrong for you to be happy no matter what Dad has told you. Mom would want you to be happy.”
“Sam...”
“Put yourself first for once that's all I'm saying. Oh, and call Lexi. She's not mad, she's just really worried about you.”
“Okay. I will. And Sam, call me if you need something.”
“I will, Dean. Seriously, though, don't fuck things up with Lexi. Call her.”
Once Dean hung up with Sam he immediately punched Lexi's number into his cell. He paused, his finger hovering over the send button. He shouldn't even hesitate but he does. Dean really wants to talk to her it's just what if his father is right. What if by him having contact with Lexi, it puts her on the demon's radar? Dean can't take that chance. He sighs and closes his cell. He tells himself once they close this case he's going to call her. Dean says it out loud as if by him saying it to the empty room he'll keep this promise to himself. He grabs the next book off the pile more determined than ever to find out what is killing people out in the Northern Mississippi woods.
John came back to the motel an hour later after talking to the Sheriff. He didn't get any new or useful information out of the man. He was hoping that this time there would have been a witness to the attack. But like all the previous attacks the victims were alone in the woods and the bodies were discovered the next day. He was even more frustrated now then he was this morning. They now had five skinned bodies and no leads. He really hoped Dean had found something. “You make any headway Dean?”
“Uh, yeah I did. I think we're dealing with a Lofa.”
“Okay. So, how do we kill it?”
“I'm not sure. There's nothing in the lore on how to kill it Dad.”
“What are we dealing with? Shifter, spirit, creature?”
“According to the lore it's a creature but everything describes it a bit differently. Some lore says it's like an Ogre others a giant and some sound a lot like Bigfoot.”
“Dean, there's no such thing as Bigfoot.”
“I know that but this thing's name means flayer or skinner. And what ever is out in those woods is flaying it's victims.”
“Alright then.” John nods and starts going through their ammunition. “We take silver bullets and consecrated iron rounds. One of 'em should work on this thing.”
Tulane University
New Orleans, LA
October 29, 2001
Jackie was concerned when Lexi didn't show up for their American Folklore class. It wasn't like her. She was always on time. Hell, she was the one that messed up the curve for the rest of them. So, if Lexi wasn't in class then something must've happened. Jackie just hoped it didn't have anything to do with her boyfriend/exboyfriend or whatever he was to her now.
She found Lexi fairly easily. Lexi was sitting under a tree outside the library looking down at something she was holding in her hand. Jackie sat next to her new friend and asked, “Lexi, why weren't you in class?”
Lexi looked up at her shrugging, “I just couldn't deal at the moment.”
“What happened?”
“I was on my way and Sam called.”
“Who's Sam?” Jackie asked with her eyebrow raised.
“Dean's younger brother. He told me he talked to Dean and that he's fine. And Sam said he was gonna call me and now every time the phone rings I look to see...” Lexi stared down at her hands willing herself not to cry but she couldn't help it. Dean was alive which meant he didn't want to talk to her. “I don't understand why he won't call me.”
“Cuz he's a douche nozzle with no balls. Lexi, c'mon don't cry. He's not worth it.”
“I...”
Jackie stood up and held her hand out to Lexi. “He's not worth it. Let's get out of here. You already skipped one class let's blow off the rest and go have some fun.”
“Jackie I dunno...”
“Oh c'mon! We can go get some Halloween costumes for the party tomorrow night and then go to the Cat's Meow and watch drunk tourists do karaoke.”
“Fine but I'm getting something slutty and then I'm getting wasted.”
“Sounds like plan.” Jackie laughed as she helped Lexi to her feet.
Northern Mississippi
October 30, 2001
As soon as the sun went down they packed up and headed into the Lofa's hunting grounds. Dean tried to appear confident but he couldn't help but think how easily this could go sideways. They had no sure fire way to kill this Lofa creature. Dean supposed if it came down to it they could cut off it's head. That's if they could get close enough in the first place.
Dean walked through the woods cautiously, the weight of his Colt 1911 in his hand providing no comfort. He was on edge. He had this feeling in his gut that this hunt was going to go bad. About a half hour into it Dean heard it moving in the woods. The unmistakable crunch of branches were coming from his left. He turned off his flash light and stood perfectly still while he listened for the foot steps. They were close than far away, repeating over and over. Whatever was out there in the woods was circling something. Dean realized it wasn't circling him but something nearby. His father, it was circling his father.
Dean headed in the direction of the footsteps. He moved as silently as he could, his body stiff with tension, the outcome of this hunt now depended on him. He wanted to call out to his dad to warn him but he knew that if he did the Lofa would hear him too. It suddenly hit him that the silver bullets in his gun might not bring this thing down. The possibility of dying out here int the woods was very high. Lexi and Sam would never know what happened to him.
He crouched behind a tree not five feet away from where is father stood. Out of the corner of Dean's eye he saw movement. The Lofa was heading towards his dad. Dean stood up as quietly as he could. His plan was simple. He was going to step out into the clearing once the Lofa was past him and shoot it. The moment Dean stepped into the clearing with his colt raised, he knew he made a mistake. The Lofa threw John into the nearest tree then turned in Dean's direction and growled. The Lofa came at him incredibly fast. Too fast for Dean's eyes to track and before he knew what was happening he was slammed to the ground, his skittering out of reach.
Dean got to his knees but before he could fully stand up the thing knocked him back down this time digging it's claws into his left arm. Dean howled in pain as the Lofa's razor like claws sliced through his skin. He brought his legs up to try and buck the thing off him but that only caused it to dig it's claws in deeper. Dean pushed again and then remembered the silver knife in his right boot. He reached inside grabbed the knife and stabbed it into the Lofa's side as hard as he could.
The Lofa howled in pain and loosened it's grip on Dean but not enough for him to get away. He pulled the knife out of the Lofa's side and plunged it once more into it's side. That only seemed to infuriate the creature even more. It slammed it's claws into Dean's left arm growling. Dean closed his eyes, he always knew he'd die bloody but he didn't think it would be this soon.
He heard the crunch of leaves under boots and then a gun shot. Then another two shots and the Lofa collapsed on top of him. The foot steps were louder now and then the weight of the creature was rolled off of him. Dean looked up to see his father looming over him holding his Colt 1911 in his hands. His father stared down at him with hard furious eyes.
Dean was waiting for his father to rip him a new one from the moment he got to his feet. It didn't happen. The ride back to the motel was one of the most stressful car rides of Dean's life. He was bracing himself for the tirade but it didn't come until they were inside the room.
“What the hell was that out there, Dean?! You almost got us both killed!”
“I didn't mean to! I heard it circling you, I was trying to help you!”
“I didn't need your help Dean! What I need is your head in the game!”
“It is...” Dean protested.
“NO it's not! You've been distracted for two months! You almost got us both killed tonight. Dean, you can't have one foot in hunting and one out! THAT'S HOW YOU END UP DEAD! YOU NEED TO TAKE A BREAK AND DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT. YOU WANT TO HUNT OR YOU WANT THAT GIRL.”
Dean blinked at his father and in that moment he knew Sam was right. Sam was right about everything. This wasn't their war. “That girl's name is Lexi. And ya know what? Sammy's right. This is your war not mine. I wasn't the one that couldn't protect my family. That was you. So, why can't I have a life of my own, uh? When's it my turn to have what you had with mom? Don't I get to live a life? Find a girl. Oh wait. I did find a girl. And you told me to let her go before she gets hurt. It's been almost two years and she hasn't gotten hurt but me not being with her now, well I probably lost her. And why? To chase down whatever the hell killed my mother. It's been eighteen years and you still haven't found it! You still haven't bothered to tell me everything that happened! I still followed your orders like a good son. Well, not anymore dad!You think I need to take a break, fine I'll take a break!”
Dean grabbed his bag and threw his meager belongings into it before heading out the door. He threw his bag into the car and took off before he had second thoughts. He stares straight ahead with one destination in mind, New Orleans. He flicks on the radio, the sounds of AC/DC fill the car and Dean relaxes his hands on the steering wheel. He stops at the first gas station he comes to and fills up the Impala after he goes into the men's room to patch himself up. He does a poor job of it, he has no medical supplies. All he has is a dirty towel and duct tape. It'll have to do for now because come hell or high water he was going to be in New Orleans in seven hours.
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19
Chapter 20:All My Life
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.*
This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. I hope you like it!
“All my life I've been searching for something. Something never comes never leads to nothing. Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close. Closer to the prize at the end of the rope. All night long I dream of the day. When it comes around, when it's taken away. Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most. Feel it come to life when I see your ghost. And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one.”
October 29, 2001
Northern Mississippi
Dean always prided himself on being a good hunter but at the moment he was off his game. He was distracted and he knew why. It was Lexi. He couldn't stop thinking about her. The last voice mail he got from her was seventeen days ago. He feels like shit for not calling her back but that doesn't stop him for putting off the call. He's replayed that message so often that he can close his eyes and see her saying those words. How she would worry her bottom lip between her teeth and look at him with those big green eyes.
He does believe her even she says she isn't mad but the thing is Dean doesn't know what to say to her. He's never been good with that kind of stuff. It doesn't stop him though for wanting to jump into the Impala and drive the seven hours to New Orleans to see her. It's all he wants to do. He wants to pull Lexi close and bury his face in her long brown hair while telling her how sorry he is. He doesn't get in the Impala because his dad said he needs his help to hunt down the demon. Dean's starting to have doubts about that too.
His father hunted on his own for twelve years. He didn't need help then which makes Dean wonder why he needs it now. He tries to brush the thought away and focus on the case at hand. He can't afford another screw up like the Banshee case last week. He attempts to go back to his research but the problem with that is Dean doesn't have a good track record with research. He's always been the shoot first kinda guy. He's not like Sam. He doesn't have the patience to spend hours going through dusty old books. Plus, he has a hard time focusing on one thing for a long amount of time. He gets bored and fidgety. Dean's been this way since he was a little kid. He could never sit still long. He was always running around or doing something active.
Dean runs his hands down his face and sighs. He has to get this done before his dad gets back, he just doesn't know how he's going to get through all these books. He was just about to reach for the next book off the pile when his cell starts ringing. Dean was going to ignore it until he realizes that the call's coming from California. “Hello?”
“Hey, Dean.”
Dean raises his eyebrows in surprise when he hears the voice on other end. He clears his throat before speaking in hopes it doesn't betray him by cracking.“Sammy? Why are you calling me? What's wrong? Where are you? I'll leave right now.”
“Whoa Dean slow down. I'm fine.”
“Then why are you calling me? I thought you were done with me and dad.” Dean replied not bothering to hide the bitterness in his voice.
Sam sighed while counting silently to ten. This was the reason why he didn't want to make this call but he promised Lexi he would try to get a hold of Dean.“I'm not done with you Dean and I didn't call to argue with you.”
“Then why...”
“I just got off the phone with Lexi. She's worried about you.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? That's all you have to say?” Sam snapped.
“Well, what do you want me to say, Sammy?”
“I dunno. Why haven't you called her in almost two months?”
“I can't.” Dean paused running a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath then whispered. “This case...Mom's case...it's too dangerous.”
“Dean, I'm gonna say this cuz you're my brother and I love you. You gotta stop man. This is Dad's battle not yours. Is it worth you losing, Lexi? Cuz I'm gonna tell you it's not.”
“Sammy, you don't...”
“What? I don't understand?” Sam said, his voice taking on a hard edge. “I understand, Dean. I understand perfectly but you're allowed to live your life too. You deserve to be happy Dean. And ya know what? I've never seen you happier than when you're with her. So, get out Dean. Leave Dad and his obsession. Go be with Lexi. Go live in New Orleans, get a job or go back to school. Go have a life of your own with her. I know you want to.”
“I can't Sammy.”
“Yes you can Dean. I know you want a normal life and I know you love her even if you don't want to admit it. It's not wrong for you to be happy no matter what Dad has told you. Mom would want you to be happy.”
“Sam...”
“Put yourself first for once that's all I'm saying. Oh, and call Lexi. She's not mad, she's just really worried about you.”
“Okay. I will. And Sam, call me if you need something.”
“I will, Dean. Seriously, though, don't fuck things up with Lexi. Call her.”
Once Dean hung up with Sam he immediately punched Lexi's number into his cell. He paused, his finger hovering over the send button. He shouldn't even hesitate but he does. Dean really wants to talk to her it's just what if his father is right. What if by him having contact with Lexi, it puts her on the demon's radar? Dean can't take that chance. He sighs and closes his cell. He tells himself once they close this case he's going to call her. Dean says it out loud as if by him saying it to the empty room he'll keep this promise to himself. He grabs the next book off the pile more determined than ever to find out what is killing people out in the Northern Mississippi woods.
John came back to the motel an hour later after talking to the Sheriff. He didn't get any new or useful information out of the man. He was hoping that this time there would have been a witness to the attack. But like all the previous attacks the victims were alone in the woods and the bodies were discovered the next day. He was even more frustrated now then he was this morning. They now had five skinned bodies and no leads. He really hoped Dean had found something. “You make any headway Dean?”
“Uh, yeah I did. I think we're dealing with a Lofa.”
“Okay. So, how do we kill it?”
“I'm not sure. There's nothing in the lore on how to kill it Dad.”
“What are we dealing with? Shifter, spirit, creature?”
“According to the lore it's a creature but everything describes it a bit differently. Some lore says it's like an Ogre others a giant and some sound a lot like Bigfoot.”
“Dean, there's no such thing as Bigfoot.”
“I know that but this thing's name means flayer or skinner. And what ever is out in those woods is flaying it's victims.”
“Alright then.” John nods and starts going through their ammunition. “We take silver bullets and consecrated iron rounds. One of 'em should work on this thing.”
Tulane University
New Orleans, LA
October 29, 2001
Jackie was concerned when Lexi didn't show up for their American Folklore class. It wasn't like her. She was always on time. Hell, she was the one that messed up the curve for the rest of them. So, if Lexi wasn't in class then something must've happened. Jackie just hoped it didn't have anything to do with her boyfriend/exboyfriend or whatever he was to her now.
She found Lexi fairly easily. Lexi was sitting under a tree outside the library looking down at something she was holding in her hand. Jackie sat next to her new friend and asked, “Lexi, why weren't you in class?”
Lexi looked up at her shrugging, “I just couldn't deal at the moment.”
“What happened?”
“I was on my way and Sam called.”
“Who's Sam?” Jackie asked with her eyebrow raised.
“Dean's younger brother. He told me he talked to Dean and that he's fine. And Sam said he was gonna call me and now every time the phone rings I look to see...” Lexi stared down at her hands willing herself not to cry but she couldn't help it. Dean was alive which meant he didn't want to talk to her. “I don't understand why he won't call me.”
“Cuz he's a douche nozzle with no balls. Lexi, c'mon don't cry. He's not worth it.”
“I...”
Jackie stood up and held her hand out to Lexi. “He's not worth it. Let's get out of here. You already skipped one class let's blow off the rest and go have some fun.”
“Jackie I dunno...”
“Oh c'mon! We can go get some Halloween costumes for the party tomorrow night and then go to the Cat's Meow and watch drunk tourists do karaoke.”
“Fine but I'm getting something slutty and then I'm getting wasted.”
“Sounds like plan.” Jackie laughed as she helped Lexi to her feet.
Northern Mississippi
October 30, 2001
As soon as the sun went down they packed up and headed into the Lofa's hunting grounds. Dean tried to appear confident but he couldn't help but think how easily this could go sideways. They had no sure fire way to kill this Lofa creature. Dean supposed if it came down to it they could cut off it's head. That's if they could get close enough in the first place.
Dean walked through the woods cautiously, the weight of his Colt 1911 in his hand providing no comfort. He was on edge. He had this feeling in his gut that this hunt was going to go bad. About a half hour into it Dean heard it moving in the woods. The unmistakable crunch of branches were coming from his left. He turned off his flash light and stood perfectly still while he listened for the foot steps. They were close than far away, repeating over and over. Whatever was out there in the woods was circling something. Dean realized it wasn't circling him but something nearby. His father, it was circling his father.
Dean headed in the direction of the footsteps. He moved as silently as he could, his body stiff with tension, the outcome of this hunt now depended on him. He wanted to call out to his dad to warn him but he knew that if he did the Lofa would hear him too. It suddenly hit him that the silver bullets in his gun might not bring this thing down. The possibility of dying out here int the woods was very high. Lexi and Sam would never know what happened to him.
He crouched behind a tree not five feet away from where is father stood. Out of the corner of Dean's eye he saw movement. The Lofa was heading towards his dad. Dean stood up as quietly as he could. His plan was simple. He was going to step out into the clearing once the Lofa was past him and shoot it. The moment Dean stepped into the clearing with his colt raised, he knew he made a mistake. The Lofa threw John into the nearest tree then turned in Dean's direction and growled. The Lofa came at him incredibly fast. Too fast for Dean's eyes to track and before he knew what was happening he was slammed to the ground, his skittering out of reach.
Dean got to his knees but before he could fully stand up the thing knocked him back down this time digging it's claws into his left arm. Dean howled in pain as the Lofa's razor like claws sliced through his skin. He brought his legs up to try and buck the thing off him but that only caused it to dig it's claws in deeper. Dean pushed again and then remembered the silver knife in his right boot. He reached inside grabbed the knife and stabbed it into the Lofa's side as hard as he could.
The Lofa howled in pain and loosened it's grip on Dean but not enough for him to get away. He pulled the knife out of the Lofa's side and plunged it once more into it's side. That only seemed to infuriate the creature even more. It slammed it's claws into Dean's left arm growling. Dean closed his eyes, he always knew he'd die bloody but he didn't think it would be this soon.
He heard the crunch of leaves under boots and then a gun shot. Then another two shots and the Lofa collapsed on top of him. The foot steps were louder now and then the weight of the creature was rolled off of him. Dean looked up to see his father looming over him holding his Colt 1911 in his hands. His father stared down at him with hard furious eyes.
Dean was waiting for his father to rip him a new one from the moment he got to his feet. It didn't happen. The ride back to the motel was one of the most stressful car rides of Dean's life. He was bracing himself for the tirade but it didn't come until they were inside the room.
“What the hell was that out there, Dean?! You almost got us both killed!”
“I didn't mean to! I heard it circling you, I was trying to help you!”
“I didn't need your help Dean! What I need is your head in the game!”
“It is...” Dean protested.
“NO it's not! You've been distracted for two months! You almost got us both killed tonight. Dean, you can't have one foot in hunting and one out! THAT'S HOW YOU END UP DEAD! YOU NEED TO TAKE A BREAK AND DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT. YOU WANT TO HUNT OR YOU WANT THAT GIRL.”
Dean blinked at his father and in that moment he knew Sam was right. Sam was right about everything. This wasn't their war. “That girl's name is Lexi. And ya know what? Sammy's right. This is your war not mine. I wasn't the one that couldn't protect my family. That was you. So, why can't I have a life of my own, uh? When's it my turn to have what you had with mom? Don't I get to live a life? Find a girl. Oh wait. I did find a girl. And you told me to let her go before she gets hurt. It's been almost two years and she hasn't gotten hurt but me not being with her now, well I probably lost her. And why? To chase down whatever the hell killed my mother. It's been eighteen years and you still haven't found it! You still haven't bothered to tell me everything that happened! I still followed your orders like a good son. Well, not anymore dad!You think I need to take a break, fine I'll take a break!”
Dean grabbed his bag and threw his meager belongings into it before heading out the door. He threw his bag into the car and took off before he had second thoughts. He stares straight ahead with one destination in mind, New Orleans. He flicks on the radio, the sounds of AC/DC fill the car and Dean relaxes his hands on the steering wheel. He stops at the first gas station he comes to and fills up the Impala after he goes into the men's room to patch himself up. He does a poor job of it, he has no medical supplies. All he has is a dirty towel and duct tape. It'll have to do for now because come hell or high water he was going to be in New Orleans in seven hours.