𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

088

John and Sam are just closing up the arsenal when we arrive at the location John told us to meet him at. I frown at the mud that meets my boot as I step out and stuff my hands in my jacket when cold air whips me in the face.

"Did you get it?" John asks.

"Yeah, we got it." I reply sassily, rounding to the front of the Impala with Dean. He digs into his jacket and pulls out a crumpled brown paper bag before handing it over to his dad.

"You know this is a trap, don't you?" Dean asks as John pulls out the decoy gun. "That's why Meg wants you to come alone."

"I can handle her. I got a whole Arsenal loaded—holy water, mandaic amulets-"

"Dad..." Dean starts, successfully cutting off his dad.

"What?"

"Promise me something."

"What's that?"

"This thing goes south, just...get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed, alright? You're no good to us dead?" Dean tries to joke. John smiles a bit.

"Same goes for you." Then John glances at me and I press my lips to the side, nodding. I knew what he was trying to silently tell me.

To watch out for his boys.

"Alright, listen to me." He pulls out the real colt. "They made the bullets special for this colt. There's only four of them left. Without them, this gun is useless. You make every shot count."

"Yes, sir." Sam says. John looks at each of us for a moment.

"I've been waiting a long time for this fight. Now it's here, and I'm not gonna be in it. It's up to you three now. It's your fight. You finish this. You finish what I started. You understand?" Nobody says anything. There was almost an unsaid statement lingering in the air, like this is our last real conversation together. It makes me anxious.

"John, maybe I should-"

"No, Davis. I have to do this alone. I need you here, with them, working together, not apart." He says in an almost fatherly tone. I didn't know how to feel about it so I sigh in defeat, nodding slowly.

"I'll try." John nods in satisfaction and looks down at the colt before handing it over to Dean.

"We'll see you soon, dad." Sam says after taking a deep breath. John smiles at us and nods.

"I'll see you later." John assures, clapping Sam's shoulder before walking over to the drivers side.

Why does it feel like he won't though?

After we watch John drive off to start his journey to Lincoln, we grab some grub and drive over to Monica's place. As she's clearing up the dinner table, we're balling up the aluminum foil that was wrapped around our heated up burgers and tossing it to the side.

"Maybe we can tell them there's a gas leak. Might get them out of the house for a few hours." Sam suggests. I pull my lips away from the straw off my soda bottle.

"Sam, we've rarely had any luck with that excuse. You think we're gonna get it now?"

"Yeah. You're right." Sam says under a heavy breath. I bite my straw, looking back out my window. Little did I know, Dean has been watching me through the side mirror and not at Monica. "Could always tell them the truth." Sam suggests again. We both look over at him with scrunched noses, shaking our heads.