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Title: What Isn’t But Really Ought To Be.
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Maybe it isn’t so perfect after all…
Spoilers: Obviously ‘WIAWSNB’ but to be on the safe side, I’m gonna say all of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and ‘Supernatural’.
Disclaimer: ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.
Notes: Based off of the challenge ‘What Isn’t But Really Ought To Be’ set by Tany.
Dean walked into the restaurant with Carmen and Mary, Sam and Jessica entering just behind them. A passing waiter smiled in recognition at Mary and led them to their table.
“Is this the party?” he asked. Mary opened her mouth to respond but Sam jumped in first.
“Actually, there’ll be two more joining us in a moment.”
Mary looked at her son and Jessica smiled and placed a hand on his arm. “My sisters are on their way. My older sister just got back from a really long business trip and is only in town for a few days.”
Mary grinned. “Ah, the elusive older sister! And how is Dawn?”
“Dawn is fine,” a brunette answered as she walked up to the table.
Mary and Jessica smiled as they stood and Mary hugged her tightly before she hugged her sister. Dawn sat down and Jessica leaned in.
“Where is she?”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “You know how she is. She had trouble finding parking and sent me inside first. I don’t know what was wrong with the parking spots available, seemed fine to me.”
Jessica shrugged before her attention was drawn away from the table. She stood and everybody turned to the blonde woman entering. She shrugged out of her heavy coat and handed it to the man waiting beside the door. He gave her a small red ticket before walking away and she spotted and smiled at Jessica as she waved her over.
Dean’s breath caught in his throat as he recognised the woman from earlier in the day. She looked even more beautiful in the black dress that fell to just above her knees. As she leaned forward to hug Jessica, Dean noticed it was also backless. Jessica turned to the table.
“Everybody, this is my older sister, Buffy. Buffy, this is Mary, Sam’s Mum; Dean, his brother; Carmen, Dean’s girlfriend and, of course, Sam.”
Buffy smiled politely at everybody before sitting down. As if on cue, a waiter arrived and took their orders. He returned moments later with a tray of champagne flutes, each one filled to the top with the sparkling wine. Mary turned to Buffy.
“So, Buffy, what do you do for a living?” Buffy momentarily looked like a roo caught in headlights before she gave a small smile.
“I help run a private girls school in Cleveland.”
Mary looked at Jessica surprised before looking back to Buffy. “Oh, I thought you’d just been travelling with work?”
Buffy nodded. “Yes, the girls that attend our school come from mostly wealthy backgrounds and come from all around the world. For a couple of months every year I travel to some of more concerned parents and talk with them about their daughter’s progress. It’s hard with your children living away from home, especially if they are on the other side of the world so having a reassuring chat from a teacher helps with the separation.”
The waiter appeared at the table with a few plates and placed them around the table. Dean looked at the strange-meal before him and tried to remember what he had ordered. It didn’t actually look like anything he’d ever seen before and Dean was actually trying to figure out which animal it came from.
“Wow. That…looks awesome,” he replied distractedly. He looked up when he heard everyone at the table laugh and grinned. Sam picked up the glass in front of him.
“All right. To Mum – Happy Birthday!”
A chorus of Happy Birthday’s sounded and Mary smiled at her sons. “Thank you.”
Everyone raised their glasses in a toast and Dean smiled as Sam and Jessica kissed. He looked across and saw Dawn in an animated conversation with his Mum and noticed Buffy staring at her plate with a blank expression. His attention was drawn away as Carmen placed a hand on his arm and leaned in toward him.
“I was really worried about you last night.”
Dean looked at his smiling mother. “Oh, I’m good. I’m really good. Just needed to go for a drive.”
Carmen gave him a small fake pout. “You love that car more than me,” she replied, a grin taking the sting out of the comment. Dean gave her a small smile back and she placed her hand on his chest. “Okay. What do you say later, we get you a cheeseburger?”
Dean smiled distractedly. “Sure, that’d be great.”
Sam turned his attention back to the table and cleared his throat. “All right, Jess and I actually have another surprise for Mom’s birthday.” He looked across at his girlfriend. “You wanna tell them?”
“They’re your family.”
“What? Tell me, what?” Mary said excitedly.
Sam held up Jessica’s hand and Dean saw the light bouncing off of the diamond set into the ring on her left hand. Mary jumped up excitedly, a brilliant smile lighting her face as she rushed around the table to her son and his fiancée.
“Oh my God! Congratulations!”
Everybody stood and congratulated the grinning couple. Dean couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as he looked at Sam grinning and stealing glances at Jessica. Buffy walked up and hugged her sister, though Dean noticed it was an awkward hug. He briefly wondered if they got along.
“I just wish your dad was here,” Mary said as she hugged Sam.
“Yeah. Me, too.”
Dean stepped forward and shook Sam’s hand. “Congratulations, Sammy.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m really glad you’re happy.”
Sam smiled uncomfortably. Dean momentarily glanced behind Sam and saw a flash of yellow eyes before the man turned and walked out the doors. Dean raced after him but as he entered the carpark, he was alone. He looked around before sighing heavily. It seemed that Azazel was in both Dean’s past and now his present. He shook his head and cursed himself or thinking he could have escaped from evil altogether.
He turned around as he heard the door to the restaurant open and saw Buffy walk out. Her eyes seemed to scan the carpark before coming to rest on him. She hugged herself to keep out the chill and walked up to him.
“Everything okay?”
Dean looked out at the empty carpark. “I guess so.”
~
Dean watched as Sam talked animatedly with Dawn. She said something and Sam erupted in laughter before ruffling her hair. She scowled good-naturedly at him, swatting his hand away as she stuck out her tongue. This only caused Sam to laugh harder and Dean noticed the smile on his mother’s face. Mary opened the front door and Sam stood to the side as the women walked in first. Sam stepped in front of Dean and looked up at him with concerned eyes.
“So, Dean, what was all that back at the restaurant?”
Dean noticed the curious eyes of the rest of their dinner party watching him and Dean shrugged, scratching the back of his head. “Oh, I thought I saw someone. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
Mary clapped her hands once and smiled. “Well, I had a lovely birthday. Thank you. Good night.”
She hugged them all in turn, giving Dean and Sam a small kiss on the cheek before heading up the stairs. Sam turned to the remaining group.
“Yeah, well, I’m beat.” He took Jessica’s hand. “Ready to turn in?”
She smiled back. “Sure.”
Dawn nodded. “Yeah, we had a long drive so we’re gonna head back to the motel and get some shut-eye before the long drive back.
“All right. Night, guys.”
“Wait a second, it’s not even nine o’clock yet. Let’s go have a drink or something.”
“Yeah, maybe another time.”
Dean grabbed Sam’s arm as he turned away. “Come on, man, look at you - you’re engaged. Let’s go celebrate!”
Sam turned to the Summers’ women and Carmen. “Guys, can you excuse us? I just wanna talk to my brother for a sec. Thanks.” Sam grabbed Dean’s arm and pushed him out the front door as the women walked into the lounge room. “Come here.”
“What?”
“Okay, what’s gotten into you?” Sam asked as he let go of Dean’s arm.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean this whole warm, fuzzy, ecstasy-trip thing.”
Dean grinned. “I’m just happy for you, Sammy.”
Sam shook his head in confusion. “Right, that’s another thing. Since when do you call me “Sammy”? Dean, come on. We don’t talk outside of holidays.”
Dean scoffed. “We don’t? Well, we should. You’re my brother.”
“‘You’re my brother’?”
“Yeah.”
Sam ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “You know, that’s what you said when you snaked my ATM card. Or when you bailed on my graduation. Or when you hooked up with Rachel Nave.”
“Who?”
“My prom date. On prom night.”
“Yeah, that does kind of sound like me. Well, hey, man, I’m sorry about all that.”
Sam shook his head and took a step back. “No, look, it’s all right. I’m not asking you to change. I just thought…I don’t know. I guess we just don’t really have anything in common, you know?”
He turned to leave and Dean grabbed his arm. “Whoa, whoa. Yes, we do. Yes, we do.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Hunting.”
“Hunting? I’ve never been hunting in my life, Dean.”
“Yeah, well…we should go sometime. I think you’d be great at it.”
Sam gave Dean a long look as though he were trying to figure out a complicated puzzled. “Get some rest.”
Sam turned around and walked inside. Dean looked down at his feet and took a deep breath. He hadn’t felt so disconnected to Sam in years and if Sam’s memories were accurate, he was kind of a jerk. But that was all something he could change; something he would change.
He looked up as he heard Carmen and Dawn walk out, talking about Sam and Jessica’s upcoming wedding and saw Buffy walk out behind them, apparently not even listening to the conversation. Carmen grinned.
“Ready to go home?”
Dean looked at Buffy before looking back at Carmen. “I guess so.”
She wound her arm in his and led him away, throwing a cheerful goodbye over her shoulder as she walked to the Impala. Dean saw Dawn and Buffy climb into their dark blue 4WD and drive off before Carmen placed a hand on his arm. He gave her a small smile before starting the engine and driving off toward their apartment. Dean tried to ignore the worried glances Carmen was throwing his way and as they reached their place, Dean quickly climbed out of the car and headed up the stairs. He opened the door and flopped onto the lounge, throwing back his head and closing his eyes. He felt Carmen sit beside him and opened his eyes to see her holding out a beer.
“My favourite. I guess you know me pretty well.”
Carmen gave him a small grin. “Afraid so. You all right?”
“Sammy and I – we don’t get along.”
“Well, you don’t really spend a lot of time together. I just think you don’t know each other all that well. For the record, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
“I can fix things with Sam,” Dean replied resolutely, “I can make it up to him; to everyone.”
“Okay…what’s gotten into you lately?”
Dean stood and walked to the other side of the room. “This isn’t gonna make a lick of sense to you. But I kind of feel like I’ve been given a second chance. And I don’t wanna waste it.”
Carmen stood and as she opened her mouth to reply her watched beeped. “Oh, come on. Don’t do this to me now,” she growled at her watch. She looked back up at Dean. “I’ve gotta get ready for work.”
“You’ve gotta work now?”
Carmen walked over to the closet. “Yeah, I told you,” she called back, “I’ve got the night shifts on Thursday.”
“You work nights at the, uh…” he saw her pulling her scrubs from the closet, “the hospital,” he finished, “I’m dating a nurse. That is so…respectable.”
She grinned back at him and closed the door to the bathroom. Dean heard the shower start and he walked back into the lounge room and picked up his beer. He finished it in a few mouthfuls and picked up the remote control. Turning the TV on, he sifted through the different channels. There were a stack of movies on, most of which he’d already seen and he briefly stopped on The Simpsons.
As Homer fell down a flight of stairs, Dean heard the bathroom door open. He muted it and looked up to see Carmen dressed and attaching her badge to her uniform. She looked at him with concerned eyes.
“Can we talk when I get back?”
Dean shifted uncomfortably. “Sure.”
Carmen kissed him before walking out the front door, throwing a small wave over her shoulder before it closed completely.
Dean turned back to the TV and noticed the news had come on. There were some people placing a wreath at a site filled with various flowers and candles. Dean turned up the volume.
“And today marks the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424,” the reporter said gravely. “Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the 108 passengers who lost their lives.”
Dean sat up straighter. “No, no. I stopped that crash.”
He hit the mute button and walked over to the bookcase. He pulled out a photo album and began flicking through the pictures. Carmen had lovingly ordered the pictures and written notes under each one; the dates and a description of where they were and what they were doing. Sure enough, he was away at the time of the crash, not even nearby enough to stop it. He tried to recall as many of his previous cases as possible and of all the ones he could remember, he was either in Kansas or away at College. He even noticed that during a few of the cases he had been away on holidays with Carmen. The thought that he had been having the time of his life while other people were dying made him sick.
Dean stiffened as he saw someone walk quickly past the room. He stood and saw them disappear into the bedroom. As he entered the bedroom he saw nothing out of the ordinary, everything was as it should be and the only place to hide was in the wardrobe. He stealthily moved across the carpet and flung the door open but instead of seeing clothes and shoes, there were three rotting corpses hanging from the bar. He stepped back in surprise and blinked but when his eyes opened, they were gone. Dean closed the door and took another step back before turning around and grabbing his keys. He quickly closed the front door and headed for the Impala. He needed to see the one person who he could always turn to for advice even if he wasn’t always there.
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Maybe it isn’t so perfect after all…
Spoilers: Obviously ‘WIAWSNB’ but to be on the safe side, I’m gonna say all of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and ‘Supernatural’.
Disclaimer: ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.
Notes: Based off of the challenge ‘What Isn’t But Really Ought To Be’ set by Tany.
Dean walked into the restaurant with Carmen and Mary, Sam and Jessica entering just behind them. A passing waiter smiled in recognition at Mary and led them to their table.
“Is this the party?” he asked. Mary opened her mouth to respond but Sam jumped in first.
“Actually, there’ll be two more joining us in a moment.”
Mary looked at her son and Jessica smiled and placed a hand on his arm. “My sisters are on their way. My older sister just got back from a really long business trip and is only in town for a few days.”
Mary grinned. “Ah, the elusive older sister! And how is Dawn?”
“Dawn is fine,” a brunette answered as she walked up to the table.
Mary and Jessica smiled as they stood and Mary hugged her tightly before she hugged her sister. Dawn sat down and Jessica leaned in.
“Where is she?”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “You know how she is. She had trouble finding parking and sent me inside first. I don’t know what was wrong with the parking spots available, seemed fine to me.”
Jessica shrugged before her attention was drawn away from the table. She stood and everybody turned to the blonde woman entering. She shrugged out of her heavy coat and handed it to the man waiting beside the door. He gave her a small red ticket before walking away and she spotted and smiled at Jessica as she waved her over.
Dean’s breath caught in his throat as he recognised the woman from earlier in the day. She looked even more beautiful in the black dress that fell to just above her knees. As she leaned forward to hug Jessica, Dean noticed it was also backless. Jessica turned to the table.
“Everybody, this is my older sister, Buffy. Buffy, this is Mary, Sam’s Mum; Dean, his brother; Carmen, Dean’s girlfriend and, of course, Sam.”
Buffy smiled politely at everybody before sitting down. As if on cue, a waiter arrived and took their orders. He returned moments later with a tray of champagne flutes, each one filled to the top with the sparkling wine. Mary turned to Buffy.
“So, Buffy, what do you do for a living?” Buffy momentarily looked like a roo caught in headlights before she gave a small smile.
“I help run a private girls school in Cleveland.”
Mary looked at Jessica surprised before looking back to Buffy. “Oh, I thought you’d just been travelling with work?”
Buffy nodded. “Yes, the girls that attend our school come from mostly wealthy backgrounds and come from all around the world. For a couple of months every year I travel to some of more concerned parents and talk with them about their daughter’s progress. It’s hard with your children living away from home, especially if they are on the other side of the world so having a reassuring chat from a teacher helps with the separation.”
The waiter appeared at the table with a few plates and placed them around the table. Dean looked at the strange-meal before him and tried to remember what he had ordered. It didn’t actually look like anything he’d ever seen before and Dean was actually trying to figure out which animal it came from.
“Wow. That…looks awesome,” he replied distractedly. He looked up when he heard everyone at the table laugh and grinned. Sam picked up the glass in front of him.
“All right. To Mum – Happy Birthday!”
A chorus of Happy Birthday’s sounded and Mary smiled at her sons. “Thank you.”
Everyone raised their glasses in a toast and Dean smiled as Sam and Jessica kissed. He looked across and saw Dawn in an animated conversation with his Mum and noticed Buffy staring at her plate with a blank expression. His attention was drawn away as Carmen placed a hand on his arm and leaned in toward him.
“I was really worried about you last night.”
Dean looked at his smiling mother. “Oh, I’m good. I’m really good. Just needed to go for a drive.”
Carmen gave him a small fake pout. “You love that car more than me,” she replied, a grin taking the sting out of the comment. Dean gave her a small smile back and she placed her hand on his chest. “Okay. What do you say later, we get you a cheeseburger?”
Dean smiled distractedly. “Sure, that’d be great.”
Sam turned his attention back to the table and cleared his throat. “All right, Jess and I actually have another surprise for Mom’s birthday.” He looked across at his girlfriend. “You wanna tell them?”
“They’re your family.”
“What? Tell me, what?” Mary said excitedly.
Sam held up Jessica’s hand and Dean saw the light bouncing off of the diamond set into the ring on her left hand. Mary jumped up excitedly, a brilliant smile lighting her face as she rushed around the table to her son and his fiancée.
“Oh my God! Congratulations!”
Everybody stood and congratulated the grinning couple. Dean couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as he looked at Sam grinning and stealing glances at Jessica. Buffy walked up and hugged her sister, though Dean noticed it was an awkward hug. He briefly wondered if they got along.
“I just wish your dad was here,” Mary said as she hugged Sam.
“Yeah. Me, too.”
Dean stepped forward and shook Sam’s hand. “Congratulations, Sammy.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m really glad you’re happy.”
Sam smiled uncomfortably. Dean momentarily glanced behind Sam and saw a flash of yellow eyes before the man turned and walked out the doors. Dean raced after him but as he entered the carpark, he was alone. He looked around before sighing heavily. It seemed that Azazel was in both Dean’s past and now his present. He shook his head and cursed himself or thinking he could have escaped from evil altogether.
He turned around as he heard the door to the restaurant open and saw Buffy walk out. Her eyes seemed to scan the carpark before coming to rest on him. She hugged herself to keep out the chill and walked up to him.
“Everything okay?”
Dean looked out at the empty carpark. “I guess so.”
~
Dean watched as Sam talked animatedly with Dawn. She said something and Sam erupted in laughter before ruffling her hair. She scowled good-naturedly at him, swatting his hand away as she stuck out her tongue. This only caused Sam to laugh harder and Dean noticed the smile on his mother’s face. Mary opened the front door and Sam stood to the side as the women walked in first. Sam stepped in front of Dean and looked up at him with concerned eyes.
“So, Dean, what was all that back at the restaurant?”
Dean noticed the curious eyes of the rest of their dinner party watching him and Dean shrugged, scratching the back of his head. “Oh, I thought I saw someone. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
Mary clapped her hands once and smiled. “Well, I had a lovely birthday. Thank you. Good night.”
She hugged them all in turn, giving Dean and Sam a small kiss on the cheek before heading up the stairs. Sam turned to the remaining group.
“Yeah, well, I’m beat.” He took Jessica’s hand. “Ready to turn in?”
She smiled back. “Sure.”
Dawn nodded. “Yeah, we had a long drive so we’re gonna head back to the motel and get some shut-eye before the long drive back.
“All right. Night, guys.”
“Wait a second, it’s not even nine o’clock yet. Let’s go have a drink or something.”
“Yeah, maybe another time.”
Dean grabbed Sam’s arm as he turned away. “Come on, man, look at you - you’re engaged. Let’s go celebrate!”
Sam turned to the Summers’ women and Carmen. “Guys, can you excuse us? I just wanna talk to my brother for a sec. Thanks.” Sam grabbed Dean’s arm and pushed him out the front door as the women walked into the lounge room. “Come here.”
“What?”
“Okay, what’s gotten into you?” Sam asked as he let go of Dean’s arm.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean this whole warm, fuzzy, ecstasy-trip thing.”
Dean grinned. “I’m just happy for you, Sammy.”
Sam shook his head in confusion. “Right, that’s another thing. Since when do you call me “Sammy”? Dean, come on. We don’t talk outside of holidays.”
Dean scoffed. “We don’t? Well, we should. You’re my brother.”
“‘You’re my brother’?”
“Yeah.”
Sam ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “You know, that’s what you said when you snaked my ATM card. Or when you bailed on my graduation. Or when you hooked up with Rachel Nave.”
“Who?”
“My prom date. On prom night.”
“Yeah, that does kind of sound like me. Well, hey, man, I’m sorry about all that.”
Sam shook his head and took a step back. “No, look, it’s all right. I’m not asking you to change. I just thought…I don’t know. I guess we just don’t really have anything in common, you know?”
He turned to leave and Dean grabbed his arm. “Whoa, whoa. Yes, we do. Yes, we do.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Hunting.”
“Hunting? I’ve never been hunting in my life, Dean.”
“Yeah, well…we should go sometime. I think you’d be great at it.”
Sam gave Dean a long look as though he were trying to figure out a complicated puzzled. “Get some rest.”
Sam turned around and walked inside. Dean looked down at his feet and took a deep breath. He hadn’t felt so disconnected to Sam in years and if Sam’s memories were accurate, he was kind of a jerk. But that was all something he could change; something he would change.
He looked up as he heard Carmen and Dawn walk out, talking about Sam and Jessica’s upcoming wedding and saw Buffy walk out behind them, apparently not even listening to the conversation. Carmen grinned.
“Ready to go home?”
Dean looked at Buffy before looking back at Carmen. “I guess so.”
She wound her arm in his and led him away, throwing a cheerful goodbye over her shoulder as she walked to the Impala. Dean saw Dawn and Buffy climb into their dark blue 4WD and drive off before Carmen placed a hand on his arm. He gave her a small smile before starting the engine and driving off toward their apartment. Dean tried to ignore the worried glances Carmen was throwing his way and as they reached their place, Dean quickly climbed out of the car and headed up the stairs. He opened the door and flopped onto the lounge, throwing back his head and closing his eyes. He felt Carmen sit beside him and opened his eyes to see her holding out a beer.
“My favourite. I guess you know me pretty well.”
Carmen gave him a small grin. “Afraid so. You all right?”
“Sammy and I – we don’t get along.”
“Well, you don’t really spend a lot of time together. I just think you don’t know each other all that well. For the record, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
“I can fix things with Sam,” Dean replied resolutely, “I can make it up to him; to everyone.”
“Okay…what’s gotten into you lately?”
Dean stood and walked to the other side of the room. “This isn’t gonna make a lick of sense to you. But I kind of feel like I’ve been given a second chance. And I don’t wanna waste it.”
Carmen stood and as she opened her mouth to reply her watched beeped. “Oh, come on. Don’t do this to me now,” she growled at her watch. She looked back up at Dean. “I’ve gotta get ready for work.”
“You’ve gotta work now?”
Carmen walked over to the closet. “Yeah, I told you,” she called back, “I’ve got the night shifts on Thursday.”
“You work nights at the, uh…” he saw her pulling her scrubs from the closet, “the hospital,” he finished, “I’m dating a nurse. That is so…respectable.”
She grinned back at him and closed the door to the bathroom. Dean heard the shower start and he walked back into the lounge room and picked up his beer. He finished it in a few mouthfuls and picked up the remote control. Turning the TV on, he sifted through the different channels. There were a stack of movies on, most of which he’d already seen and he briefly stopped on The Simpsons.
As Homer fell down a flight of stairs, Dean heard the bathroom door open. He muted it and looked up to see Carmen dressed and attaching her badge to her uniform. She looked at him with concerned eyes.
“Can we talk when I get back?”
Dean shifted uncomfortably. “Sure.”
Carmen kissed him before walking out the front door, throwing a small wave over her shoulder before it closed completely.
Dean turned back to the TV and noticed the news had come on. There were some people placing a wreath at a site filled with various flowers and candles. Dean turned up the volume.
“And today marks the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424,” the reporter said gravely. “Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the 108 passengers who lost their lives.”
Dean sat up straighter. “No, no. I stopped that crash.”
He hit the mute button and walked over to the bookcase. He pulled out a photo album and began flicking through the pictures. Carmen had lovingly ordered the pictures and written notes under each one; the dates and a description of where they were and what they were doing. Sure enough, he was away at the time of the crash, not even nearby enough to stop it. He tried to recall as many of his previous cases as possible and of all the ones he could remember, he was either in Kansas or away at College. He even noticed that during a few of the cases he had been away on holidays with Carmen. The thought that he had been having the time of his life while other people were dying made him sick.
Dean stiffened as he saw someone walk quickly past the room. He stood and saw them disappear into the bedroom. As he entered the bedroom he saw nothing out of the ordinary, everything was as it should be and the only place to hide was in the wardrobe. He stealthily moved across the carpet and flung the door open but instead of seeing clothes and shoes, there were three rotting corpses hanging from the bar. He stepped back in surprise and blinked but when his eyes opened, they were gone. Dean closed the door and took another step back before turning around and grabbing his keys. He quickly closed the front door and headed for the Impala. He needed to see the one person who he could always turn to for advice even if he wasn’t always there.