𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

090

"Come on, dad. Answer your phone, damn it." Dean paces around the room, his phone glued to his ear.

Sam sat on one of the beds, staring blankly at the floor, while I sat at the table, staring at the gun that was supposed to kill the son of a bitch with silent tears still streaming down my face. I was practically shaking with anger—with questions that I desperately needed answered. I was barely keeping the lid on.

"You hear me? Something's happened."

"If you had just let me go in there, I could have ended all this." Sam says quietly. I scoff, not looking away from the gun.

"Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life." Dean tells him.

"You don't know that."

"That's why I should've gone inside." I speak up for the first time since we got back from Monica's house. I feel both their gazes on me.

"Oh, not you tw-." Dean groans but I slam my fist so hard against the table that a slight crack in the wood occurs and I stand abruptly.

"It should've been me! That was my father. That thing is supposed to be my blood and it's murdered people—destroyed families. I should've been the one to end his life. That bastard's blood should be on my hands right now. But you stopped me, Dean. Who knows, maybe I was immune to the fire. After all ,I am half fucking demon! Even if I wasn't immune, who cares!"

"I care, Jennifer! We don't even know if this thing really is your father. You could have died just like Sam would've. I was not about to take that chance." I look at him like he's crazy.

"At least I would have died trying to do the right thing!" That stuns them both into silence. Then Dean scoffs, looking between me and Sam.

"So, what? You two are just willing to sacrifice yourselfs? Is that it?"

"Damn straight." I cross my arms.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're damn right I am." Sam gets up from the bed.

"Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen—not as long as I'm around."

"What the hell are you talking about, Dean? We've been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only thing we've ever cared about." Sam says angrily.

"Sam, I want to waste it. I do, okay? But it's not worth dying over." Dean stresses. I run a hand through my hair and take a deep shaky breath, sitting back down in my chair.

"What?"

"I mean it. If hunting this demon means one of you getting yourselfs killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing."

"That thing killed Jess. That thing killed mom."

"You said yourself once...that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never coming back." I jump out of my skin when I watch Sam slam Dean into the wall.

"Hey! Sam!" I spring up out of my seat and rush over to them.

"Don't you say that! Don't you—not after all this, don't you say that."

"Sam! Let. Go." I grunt, my hands tugging at Sam's wrists but his grip was like steel.

"Sam, look...the four of us—that's all we have. And it's all I have." I release my hold on Sam's wrists and stare at Dean. His eyes are trained on Sam though as he continues. "Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man. Without you, Jennifer, and dad..." he trails off. My overflowing anger practically evaporates as I watch the troubled expression on Dean's face. He was the only one trying to keep everything together. Like he always did. Sam chuckles brokenly, letting go of Dean and patting his chest before backing away.