Bittersweet Reunion

Title: Bittersweet Reunion Part XI
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: The ordeal ends
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: WINCEST, coerced sex, mention of underage sex, dark themes, a manipulating John
Pairing: Dean/John
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: set in Salvation and Devil’s Trap
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Warner Bros., Wonderland Sound and Vision, McG, Eric Kripke, and Robert Singer. I am only borrowing their characters for my own personal pleasure and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author’s Notes:
1. I tend to write dark stories and this one is no exception.
2. The story is now officially A/U since the season two premiere “killed” off a certain main character, and I refuse to change my storyline to accommodate this ridiculous causality.
3. Inner voices are in italics. There will be a dialogue going back and forth between the Demon and Sam that Dean and John cannot hear.
4. Dreams are also in italics.


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Carthage, Missouri McCune-Brooks Hospital-Two days later


“How’s your brother?” John asked from his own hospital bed.

The demon approached the human’s bed grinning, “Nurse Rachel is giving him a sponge bath.”

John chuckled, “She’s the red-head, right?”

The demon ran his hand through Sam’s long hair, “Yeah, and he practically kicked me out of the room insisting that I go and get something to eat.”

“Only Dean could be on death’s door and still find the energy to flirt,” John remarked staring up at the television.

“Doesn’t it bother you?”

John watched as the big money wheel was spun on the Price is Right and fell on zero, “Does what bother me?”

“You know…your boyfriend is trying to hook up with a girl,” the demon cruelly replied.

John’s eyes snapped towards his youngest son, “He’s not my boyfriend Sam and I would appreciate if you wouldn’t talk to me about this particular subject.”

The demon leaned casually against the sink in the corner of the room, “Then what would you call him?”

“He’s my son,” John commented through clenched teeth. “And that’s the end of this conversation.”

“A son that you happen to be fucking…a son that you’ve been molesting and…”

“That’s enough Sam!” John barked. “I will not have you coming into my room and passing down judgment. This is between Dean and me, and you will stay out of it.”

“You sure are quiet Sammy. You must think Daddy deserves the third degree?” the demon asked the human inside his head.

“As much as I hate to admit it, I would like to know more about his intentions towards Dean,” Sam reluctantly disclosed.

The demon pushed off the sink, walked towards the bed, and stared angrily at the feeble human who was still recovering from his injuries, “You’re wrong Dad! This is between you and me now.”

“I don’t think so,” John challenged looking up into his son’s defiant eyes.

“You touch him again, and I will…”

“You’ll what,” John interrupted. “Tell the police? Dean is a grown man way past the age of consent and we can do anything we want to do.”

“I’ll tell them that you raped Dean,” the demon boasted. “I’ll serve as a witness in the case and there won’t be a jury in this country who won’t throw the book at you; especially when they discover that you have been fucking around with Dean since he was sixteen fucking years old!”

John snorted, “Like Dean would let you do that.”

The demon clenched his fist in feigned irritation, “I’ll kill you if you touch him again…better yet, I’ll fucking castrate you, how’s that for a threat?”

John studied his son’s face noting the determination and aggression that he found and shuddered with the image of what his own castration would look like, “I already told you that I would leave as soon as Dean has recovered, so why are we even having this conversation?”

“Because, I want to make sure that you understand that once you leave you are to never contact Dean again,” the demon informed the human. “You can call me if there is an emergency, and I will decide what to do with your information.”

John’s eyes arched in disbelief, “You want me to break off all communication with Dean? Never talk to him again?”

“That’s exactly what I mean,” the demon confidentially replied.

“That’s a little harsh don’t you think?” Sam asked.

“Just shut up and let me work my magic,” the demon snarled.

“That’s not acceptable. I will not leave the picture so that you in return can become your brother’s keeper,” John countered.

“Well…it’s not like Dean would have to worry about me wanting more than what’s socially acceptable between brothers when I’m with him; unlike yourself,” the demon calmly retorted as he walked over towards the window.

“I’m not sure about that,” John mumbled staring at his son’s back.

The demon looked down into the packed parking lot almost blinded by the sunny reflections coming off the back windows of the cars and smirked, “What was that Dad?”

John remained silent for a few minutes staring back up at the television screen as the big showcase began on the popular game show deciding that a change in conversation was warranted, “So…I think that it’s time for you to go and get the Colt. This demon could come here at any moment.”

The demon sighed heavily in frustration and turned to face the human, “I told you that I have it hidden.”

“And I’m telling you to go and get it!” John demanded.

The demon probed the debts of Sam’s consciousness looking for the location of the Colt, “I could use a little help here Sammy.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Sam smugly replied.

“You really think that thing would come here?” the demon innocently asked.

“Sam, what the hell do you think?” John incredulously asked. “Dean is down for the count, I’m hurting like hell, and you’re unarmed. We’re an easy kill so get your ass out there and get the Colt before it’s too late!”

“On second thought, I might just go ahead and kill the bastard now,” the demon threatened.

“You touch him and I will make your existence as irritating as possible,” Sam warned

“Sure you would psychic boy,” the demon smirked.

Sam focused intently on his own hand trying to make it move on its own, “I keep telling you not to underestimate this family or my blossoming abilities.” Sam silently cheered as he felt his hand moving up towards his own face to scratch at his chin, “I’m going to figure out a way to get you out of my body, and I will keep you from hurting my family one way or another.”

The demon yanked the rebellious hand away from his chin, “Not bad Sammy, but it will take a lot more than your wishful psychic self to beat me.”

“Yeah…but just imagine the damage I could do if I could learn to control my voice,” Sam forewarned.

The demon cussed inwardly at the voice inside his head and weighed his options deciding it best to leave for the time being, “Alright. I’ll go and get the Colt if that’s what you want.” The demon figured that it was better to pretend to know about the Colt’s location than to stay and risk exposure.

“Good,” John simply replied watching as his son slowly walked out of the door.

The demon reluctantly left the room metaphorically with his tail between his legs. His host had managed to move his arm on his own causing a shadow of doubt to begin forming. The demon was surprised at the rate of Sam’s development, and he worried that Sam would give away the truth before John left Dean’s life. The demon felt confident that once John was out of the picture he would be able to manipulate Dean into oppression and Sam would have no choice but to watch as his brother suffered, but Sam’s new found confidence in his psychic abilities was a force to be reckoned with; a force that had the demon going off on another wild goose chase for the infamous Colt.

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John watched as his son attempted to eat chicken broth and pudding and felt a sense of relief that Dean even allowed him in the room. It could have easily gone the other way; Dean refusing to see him, and he was grateful for the small miracle. John pulled the chair up closer to Dean’s bed, “You’re looking better.”

Dean ran his hand through his hair and grimaced, “I could use a shower.”

“I know you’re not complaining about getting sponge baths from the nurses.” John smiled, “Especially Nurse Rachel.”

Dean’s smile lit up the room, “I may be injured but I’m not disabled.”

“I know that all is well with the world if you are still charming every pretty girl you see,” John fondly replied.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Dean joked while poking his spoon at the waxy vanilla pudding. “How are you feeling?”

“Not bad. I could leave today if I had to, but I could use a few more days of rest,” John admitted.

“Glad to hear that. I don’t want you rushing your recovery so you can go after the demon,” Dean commented as he took a small bite of the pudding.

“I’m not going anywhere for the time being,” John informed his oldest.

Dean froze and looked at his father feeling suddenly sick to his stomach, “You’re leaving me again?”

John felt his chest tighten, “Dean…I thought that after everything that happened over these last two weeks you would want me to leave.”

Dean pushed his tray away in anger almost tipping his unsweetened tea off into the floor, “There you go again doing what you think is best for me without asking me!”

“Dean,” John cautioned. “Don’t get upset you could hurt yourself. Tear out your stitches.”

“Don’t tell me to not get upset! You have done nothing but make decisions for me my entire life, and I am sick and tired of it,” Dean hotly replied. “You’ve fucking twisted me up inside for years, manipulating and coercing me into your bed only to abandon me in New Orleans with no contact for a fucking year. Then you show up out of the blue treating me like total shit only to get your dumb ass possessed by your worse enemy, who by the way, emotionally tormented me, raped me, and nearly killed me; yet, you have the audacity to come up in here and tell me that you are leaving me again!” Dean could feel his nostrils flaring and his hands were shaking in anger, “I thought you came here to ask for forgiveness and to discuss what was to happen next with us, but instead, you show up pretending that you care about me and to inform me that you’re going to abandon me again because you think that it’s for the best.”

John’s heart was pounding in his chest, “Dean…you know it’s the right thing to do.”

“Do I?” Dean hysterically asked.

“You know it’s wrong,” John answered feeling the tightness in his chest increasing.

“Too bad you didn’t think about that on my sweet sixteen...You know I’ve always resented you for taking my virginity on that night. Do you have any idea how humiliating it was when my friends asked me what I got for my birthday? Do you?”

“No,” John shamefully whispered.

“All my friends bragging about their special day and the gifts they got, and all I could brag about was the fact that my father popped my cherry.”

“Dean…”

“You could have waited a night or two, but not John Winchester, you claimed, you conquered, and then you came; inside me, and caused me to associate every single birthday since then with the pain and shame of what you did to me in the back of that car,” Dean angrily remarked. “You took advantage of a boy who needed to be loved and wanted; a love you intentionally held back from me since Mom died, and you used that love against me.”

John was overwhelmed by Dean’s cruel admission. “Why now? Why tell me this now after all this time?”

“Because, I want you to know what I have been feeling inside for as long as I can remember,” Dean began. “I hate you so fucking much…” Dean wiped at the tears on his cheeks, “But I love you too, and every time you fuck with my body I recover, but every time you fuck with my head, you cause me to come that much closer to snapping and losing all of my sense of reality.”

“That’s exactly why I need to leave Dean…to end this pain,” John pleaded.

“You still don’t get it,” Dean started. “Part of me wants you in my life as my lover if you could learn to not be so overbearing but another part of me wants you gone forever.”

“I know this already Dean and that is why I have made the decision to leave,” John painfully admitted. “I’m the father and it’s my job to make the tough decisions, and as soon as you are recovered, I’m out of here.”

“Why wait?” Dean asked looking at the door. “Leave now.”

John shook his head, “I want to wait and make sure that you are alright.”

“You misunderstand,” Dean replied licking at his dry lips. “I want you gone now! I don’t want to ever see you again!”

“Dean, baby please,” John begged.

Dean wrapped his hands around the safety bars on his bed in anger and squeezed tightly, “Don’t fucking call me that ever again! You’ve lost that privilege…now get the fuck out of here before I call the nurse and have you escorted out of my room!”

John slowly shook his head in understanding, stood up, and lent in close whispering in Dean’s ear, “Trust no one and I mean no one.”

Dean pulled his head away from John’s mouth slightly taken aback by the older man’s statement, “Just get out.”

John backed up towards the door afraid that if he stayed Dean would rip open the wound on his chest or cause further damage to his cracked ribs, “Alright Dean. I’m out of here, but if you ever need me, you can give me a call.”

“Don’t hold your fucking breath,” Dean coldly replied relaxing his grip on the safety bar. He stared at the wall refusing to look at his father who was leaving his life for good, but as soon as his heard the soft click of the door opening and closing Dean began to shake and sob in misery at the utter emptiness he felt, “Oh God, what I have done?”


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Once John had left Dean’s room, he reached in his robe pocket for his cell phone, which had miraculously survived the wreck, hit redial, and listened as the familiar voice answered, “It’s time.”

John made his way down the hall towards his own room, got dressed, and began gathering his few belongings determined to give Dean what he had requested. He knew that Dean was probably already regretting his decision to make him leave, but John knew that he had to be strong for both of them. He had to leave so that Dean could find his own way in life and not have someone always dragging him down to their level. Dean was meant for higher things in life and John was unwavering in the fact that Dean would find his own path and make great things happen in his life.

John walked over towards the window and looked down into the parking lot looking for the familiar sight of Bobby’s truck. The man he had alienated two years earlier had proven to be a true friend over the last week or so, and John was hoping that he would one day have a chance to make things up to the man. It was true that John Winchester was a hard man to like, but Bobby had managed to form a friendship despite the obstacles and emotional baggage.

John smiled softly when he saw Bobby’s truck pulling into the parking lot and he turned to leave the hospital room. John took one last look at the rumpled bed sheets and the IV lines that were now detached before sneaking out of the room, down the stairwell, and through the front entrance of the hospital. He knew that Dr. Morris would throw a gasket once he realized that his patient had snuck off avoiding further treatment but it was something that had to be done.

Bobby’s truck stopped out in front of the hospital and the passenger door opened revealing a familiar presence, “Are you sure you want to do this?” John asked. The passenger simply nodded, got out of the truck, and headed into the hospital.

John got inside the truck, closed the passenger door, and looked at his friend, “Thanks for doing this Bobby, all of it.”

“Not a problem man. Where you want me to take you?” Bobby asked pulling the truck out of the parking lot.

“Bus depot,” John softly replied.

“You’re not going to wait and see what happens?”

“No, I need to get to Lincoln and get back to my truck,” John responded. “My path is different from my boys from here on out.”

Bobby turned onto the highway, “And that’s a damn shame John. Those two need you.”

“No they don’t; not anymore,” John frowned twisting his wedding ring around his finger. “They’ll be grateful that I’ve left, trust me…I know what I’m talking about.”

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“Love you baby,” John moaned into Dean’s ear as he slid inside his son’s willing body. “Love to be inside you like this…so hot and tight.”

Dean ran his hands down his father’s back, raising his hips while spreading his legs giving John easy access to his eager hole, “Love you too Daddy…love having you inside me.” Dean pushed his hips upwards toward John hoping to impale himself further onto the throbbing column of flesh. “Deeper…harder, please.”

“Hush, I’ll get you there. Just be patient,” John smiled as he slowly and gently rocked in and out of his son’s flushed body. He pulled his thick weeping prick completely out, lined it up, and plunged back inside Dean’s quivering hole.

“Oh fuck…umm,” Dean moaned as his father continued to tease him mercilessly.

John bent down and captured Dean’s mouth in a wet sloppy kiss that left both men nearly breathless, “I love it when you’re like this…so open to me, so eager.”

Dean wrapped his hands around his father’s head and pulled the older man back down in for another kiss, “You’re fucking killing me here.” He pressed his tongue past his father’s lips and into his waiting mouth and began feasting on John’s mouth. “Please,” he hissed. “I want more…go deeper.”

John allowed Dean to lay claim to his mouth while he in return began laying claim to Dean’s ass. He pressed in deeper and picked up the pace enjoying the small whimpers and moans coming from his son’s mouth, “You like it like this?”

Dean swallowed hard and arched his neck in pleasure as his father’s cock stroked up against the bundle of nerves inside his body that always caused him to come undone. “Yes…that’s feels so fucking good; just like that, umm…fuck me!”

John began picking up speed like a freight train out of control pounding his son’s smaller body into the mattress, “You’re going to make me cum all inside you…your sweet fucking ass is so good!”

Dean could feel the familiar tingle of pleasure racing up his cock as his balls tightened and began releasing thick pearly strands of spunk onto his golden belly, “That’s it…don’t stop! That’s so fucking good…umm!”

John closed his eyes as the vise-like grip on his cock ripped his own orgasm out of his body, “There it is baby. Make Daddy cum…”

“Dean,” a voice whispered inside his ear. Soft hands stroked his face and arm, “Wake up Dean. It’s time we put an end to this.”

Dean heard the familiar voice in his head and he reluctantly let it pull him away from the erotic dream. “This better be fucking good,” he moaned opening his eyes hesitantly.

“Boy…you better watch that mouth before I wash it out with soap,” the voice warned.

Dean blinked a few times, clearing his tear-swollen eyes, and focused on the owner of the voice, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“You think I’m kidding with you? You swear one more time and I will smack you up against the head.”

Dean smiled, “No you won’t because you know that I have a concussion.”

“Boy, don’t think for one minute just because you’re injured that I won’t put you in your place,” Missouri warned trying hard not to laugh.

Dean chuckled wincing when his ribs ached in protest, “Seriously, what are you doing here?”

Missouri looked back towards the door making sure that it was closed securely, “John sent me here to talk to you.”

Dean arched his brows in confusion, “What about?”

“Well,” Missouri began. “It seems that all is not as it seems in the Winchester family, and I’m here to put a stop to it.”

Dean’s gut clenched in dread, “You don’t need to come and talk to me about the immorality of the Winchesters. I’ve ended that on my own.”

Missouri hesitated for a moment trying to read Dean’s feelings, “Boy, what in God’s name are you talking about?”

Dean swallowed hard in slow understanding, “Something tells me that we’re not talking about the same thing here.”

Missouri placed her hands on her hips, “It seems you might be right about that, and I do expect a full account of this immorality you speak of, but at the moment, we have bigger to fish to fry.”

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The demon returned to the hospital a few hours later frustrated and angry with the voice inside his head. Sam had been the least cooperative host he had ever possessed and the young psychic had managed to block out his subconscious mind completely. The boy was useless in his hunt for the Colt, and the demon decided that perhaps he should take his frustration and anger out on the older brother.

“Let’s go and pay your brother a friendly visit. It’s been hours since I’ve seen that sinful mouth,” the demon informed Sam as he made his way towards Dean’s room.

“Don’t touch him,” Sam warned.

“Why don’t you tell somebody who gives a damn,” the demon scoffed.

The demon placed his hand on Dean’s door hesitating when he sensed a familiar presence behind the door. “Well…it seems that your dear friend Missouri has come to visit Dean as well.”

“Let’s not go inside. Why expose yourself like that?” Sam asked. “You know she’ll sense your presence in me and tell Dean.

“Probably…but it sure will be fun to see her squirm and beg for her life,” the demon hinted.

“No,” Sam cried. “Please don’t hurt her!”

The demon ignored Sam’s pleas and instead pushed open the door revealing Missouri in the chair by Dean’s bedside, “Missouri? What are you doing here?”

Missouri had sensed the darkness inside Sam’s soul as soon as it had walked into the hospital and stood up to face off with the demon, “I have to say that you’re growing careless.”

“Am I?” the demon asked making sure that the door closed behind him. “Or am I just tired of playing this game and want to end it now?”

“Sam, what’s going on?” Dean naively asked. “What game are you talking about?”

The demon looked at Dean revealing his fiery golden eyes much to Dean’s apparent horror, “You know…the game of I spy a demon in a Winchester body.”

“This is not fucking happening,” Dean painfully whimpered. “I can’t go through this again.”

“Well, that’s just too damn bad, now isn’t it?” the demon cruelly smiled stalking over towards Dean’s bed. “You’re easy pickings right now, and I am just dying to feast upon you again.” As the demon approached the bed he felt an invisible wall stopping his forward movement and he turned towards Missouri, “What have you done bitch?”

“Well, it seems that I’m a tad more powerful than you thought,” Missouri proudly boasted. “I have my ways of protecting the ones I care about.”

“And I have a way of killing those who get in the way of me getting what I want,” the demon sneered as he slammed the woman up against the wall without touching her. “Let’s see how long your protective spell can work once you’re dead.” The demon began to exert pressure on Missouri’s throat cutting off her oxygen, “You should have stayed in Lawrence where you belonged.”

“Sam, you have to fight him,” Dean pleaded. “Put her down!”

“You always were a pain in the ass. Always picking up my presence and telling Daddy Winchester where you thought I might be next,” the demon stated while applying crushing pressure to the woman’s fragile throat. “But if you think that I’m going to let you stop me now, you are sadly mistaken. These two boys are mine.” The demon felt Sam fighting him on the inside trying to cause the demon to relinquish his hold on the psychic’s throat. “It seems that little Sammy wants me to stop…what do you think Dean, should I let her live?” the demon asked stealing a glance at the human in the bed.

“Probably a good idea,” Dean replied pointing the mystical Colt at the demon.

The demon immediately dropped Missouri back on the floor, arched a brow in Dean’s direction, and stared hard at the barrel of the gun, “Impressive.” Before Dean could respond, the demon released his hold on Sam’s body and a black grainy cloud of evil escaped Sam’s mouth and raced up through the ceiling and out of the room.

Dean took in a few deep breaths before placing the Colt back underneath his covers, “Please tell me that you’re both alive.”

Sam had nearly fallen to the ground when the demon had forced itself out through his mouth, but he had managed to stay upright, “I’m good, a little sore, but good.”

Missouri sat on the ground fighting for air and coughing in the process, “I will be.”

Sam helped Missouri to her feet, “How did you know to come here and where did the Colt come from?”

Missouri massaged her sore throat, “When your dad first regained consciousness, he called me and told me where the Colt was hidden. He said that you were not his son and that he believed that you were possessed.”

“He knew from the beginning didn’t he?” Sam interrupted.

“Yes, and John told me that the three of you had been on the way to the hospital when you both decided that the gun needed to be tucked away safely until you two figured out how to trap the demon,” Missouri started. “He also told me that the two of you pulled over on the side of the road with Dean unconscious in the backseat and placed the Colt into a hallow out tree near the side of the road at mile marker nine for safe keeping.”

“You managed to keep that information hidden from the demon? How did you manage that Sam?” Dean asked incredulously from the bed.

“The longer he was inside me the more power I gained over controlling my thoughts. I was able to block him out with my psychic abilities,” Sam answered returning his attention to Missouri. “Why did Dad send you and not Bobby?”

“Bobby came and got me in Lawrence the other day and I stayed at his place until John gave the word just a couple of hours ago,” Missouri informed the brothers. “Together, we went and got the Colt and brought it here to the hospital. Your Daddy wanted me to come to Dean because he knew that I would be able to convince Dean that you were possessed and to use the gun if necessary.”

“Good plan, except for the fact that he put you in danger,” Sam argued.

“I wanted to do it Sam, and it all worked out in the end,” Missouri replied sitting down into the chair to rest.

“Where is he anyway? Why is he not here?” Sam asked beginning to feel an ache in his jaw and his cheek from the returning injuries the demon had repressed for the last few days.

Dean looked sadly into Sam’s eyes feeling his lips quivering in sadness, “I sent him away.”

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Epilogue-Six months later

El Paso, Texas

Dean leaned up against the side of the Impala watching Sam as he walked towards the gas station bathroom. Dean watched as the numbers methodically clicked on the gas pump wishing that their trip to El Paso had been more successful, but they had ended up losing a little girl on their latest hunt; unable to stop the freakish man who could transform himself into a killer dog before it was too late. The melancholy of the trip out of El Paso had allowed Dean to think about the demon and his dad; both of which had been absent from his life for the last six months. The demon had not reared its ugly head for nearly half-a-year and there had been not one iota of communication from his father as well. As far as Dean was concerned, both his father and the demon had disappeared off the face of the Earth.

Dean watched as the numbers on the tank stopped moving signifying that the refurbished Impala’s tank was filled to the rim with gas. He removed the nozzle, placed the cap back on the tank, and placed the nozzle back onto the pump. He slipped around the side of the car, got in behind the wheel, and waited patiently for his brother to finish up in the bathroom and to pay for the gas. He remembered that he had heard his phone ring during the hunt but had ignored the call because his hands were full of crispy-fried dog flesh. He reached inside his pocket for his phone and saw that he had a message:

“Son, I know that you told me to never contact you again, but I think that I’ve found the demon again. Dean, I know that you hate me and never want to see me again, but I think that I’m over my head. I don’t have the Colt and I’m all alone out here. I’m in Flagstaff, Arizona if you find that you can stomach to see me again. Be careful…it knows I’m looking for it still and you two boys have the only defense against it.”

Dean clutched the phone in his hand hearing the message over and over again in his head angry that his father would put him in such an impossible position. How was he to ignore a call for help from the man who had once been the most important person in his life? Yet, how could he willingly place himself back into John Winchester’s life; a life of lies and deceit?

The passenger door was ripped open and immediately drew Dean back to his immediate surroundings. They were at a dusty gas station on the outskirts of El Paso with nothing but Interstate Ten and an armadillo or two as a landscape. “All set?” he asked his younger brother.

“Yep, I got you a Coke and some gummy bears,” Sam teasingly smiled.

“Jerk,” Dean moaned taking the gummy bears out of Sam’s hands and eagerly tearing open the package. He placed the Coke between his legs and placed the gummy bears on his leg before pulling out of the gas station lot towards the Interstate. He stared hard at his choices:

I-10 East: San Antonio

I-10 West: Tucson

“What you waiting on?” Sam asked popping the top on his own Coke.

Dean’s choice was made and he softly smiled, “Nothing like the desert in late May.”

Sam watched as Dean got onto the Tucson exit ramp and proceeded to drive towards the setting sun. “Why this way?”

Dean stared at the road as the Impala raced towards the west, “I found us a gig.”

“Really, where’s it at?” Sam excitingly asked.

Dean looked over at Sam and grinned, “Flagstaff.”

Sam’s brows arched in surprise, “As in Arizona?”

“That’d be the one,” Dean smirked.

“What’s in Flagstaff?” Sam asked popping a handful of Fritos into his mouth.

Dean reached into the gummy bag, “That’s a surprise Sammy boy.” He put a few gummies into his mouth and chewed happily secure in his decision to head towards his father and the demon.

“A good surprise or a what the fuck have you gotten us into surprise?” Sam asked apprehensively.

“Probably a little of both,” Dean honestly answered. “But trust me Sam…have I ever steered you wrong?”

Sam’s mouth gaped open in shock, “Are you serious with this shit? Do you really want me to start rambling off all the crap you’ve gotten us into?”

Dean laughed, “Forget I asked.” He took one final look over at his brother, “But seriously, will you just trust me on this one?”

Sam flicked off the Frito crumbs from his shirt onto the car’s carpet, “Yeah, it’s all good dude.”

Dean watched in alarm as his brother swiped the crumbs onto the floor, “Sam! I just got my baby back together and it is so not cool to wipe your corn-smelling chips on her floor…and keep your greasy hands off her leather.”

Sam grinned at his brother’s rampage, placed his head against the headrest, and closed his eyes. He was glad that his plan had worked and that his father had followed his advice. John had called Sam first informing him of the demon’s location and his need to talk to Dean and it was Sam’s suggestion that he call Dean with a brief explanation and a location. It would be ultimately up to Dean if we wanted to see John again, and Sam liked the idea of giving Dean the final choice. At the same time, Sam wasn’t thrilled with the possibility of his brother and his father becoming intimate again, but he couldn’t stand to see Dean so miserable all the time, and he hoped that things would be different this time around with Dean calling the shots.

The End-Final Installment
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