Seven Bridges Road

LXXIII. Dark Side of the Moon

INT. MOTEL

Empty beer cans were all over. Dean was lying on his stomach, hand under the pillow as he searched. Johanna was looking under between the beds. Vivian had been left with Bobby, as she wanted to learn how to hunt, whic meant reading and learninng from the best teacher the siblings knew.

"Looking for this?" Roy asked before popping the cartridge from a handgun and tossing it to the side.

Dean turned over and Johanna looked up. They looked at Sam, who also had a gun pointed at him.

"Mornin'," Dean and Johanna greeted.

"Shut up. Hands where I can see 'im."

Dean and Johanna lifted their hands, then lifted themselves up before he said, "Wait a minute. Is that you, Roy? It is, isn't it. Which makes you Walt. Wait. Hiya Walt."

Roy and Walt looked at each other.

Walt removed his mask. "Don't matter."

Roy lifted his mask off his face.

"Well, is it just me, or do you two seem a tad upset?" Dean asked in a taunting tone.

Walt narrowed his eyes. "You think you can flip the switch on the apocalypse and just walk away, Sam?"

Sam frowned. "Who told you that?"

"We ain't the only hunters after you." He pumped his shotgun. "See you in the next life."

"Hear me out. I can explain, okay? Please."

After a pause, Walt shot Sam. Dean and Johanna jumped to go to Sam.

Roy shifted to follow Dean and Johanna's movements. "Stay the hell down."

"Shoot 'em," Walt demanded.

"Killin' Sam was right but Dean and Johanna..."

"He made us and we just snuffed their brother, you idiot. You want to spend the rest of your life knowing Dean and Johanna Winchester are on your ass, 'cause I don't. Shoot 'em."

Dean, who'd been looking at Sam's body, turned to face Roy. "Go ahead, Roy, do it. But I'm going to warn you, when I come back I'm going to be pissed. C'mon! Let's get this show on the road."

Johanna smiled. "You're lucky that little girl isn't here to see this. Consider anger and grudge-holding in your future."

"Come on, already," Walt said.

Walt stepped forward and shot Johanna, then shot Dean who was staring in horror at Sam and Johanna before turning to Walt with a murderous look.

INT. IMPALA

Dean and Johanna were sitting in the Impala, sleeping. He was wearing his leather jacket over his normal clothes. Johanna was wearing her jacket over her normal clothes. Thunder sounded and they woke up. They got out of the car and shut the door. The trunk closed. Dean and Johanna turned toward the sound. 13-year-old Sam was there, holding a crate of fireworks.

"Sammy?" Dean and Johanna called.

"Come on, let's go," Sam said, walking off.

"Weird dream," Dean commented.

Johanna nodded. "Yeah, no kidding."

Sam placed the fireworks on the ground and pulled out a few.

"Got your lighter?" Sam asked.

Dean checked his pocket and pulled out an old lighter. "Whoa, I haven't seen this in years."

"Fire 'em up."