𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

096

"Elroy McGillicuddy?" Sam asks as he takes John's fake insurance card. I sit in a chair next to the window, just staring outside blankly.

"And his two loving sons." John adds. I look down at my hands as I think of Dean. I've managed to stop crying, mostly because I've wasted all the tears I have, but the hole in my heart still burns and yearns to be filled again.

Why does it feel like I've already lost him?

"So...what else did the doctor say about Dean?" John asks Sam. I haven't talked or acknowledged John since Sam and I got here. I've just been staring outside.

"Nothing encouraging." I mutter angrily. I feel their gazes fall on me but I just look out the window again. Sam lets out a heavy sigh.

"Look...since the doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to—that's all. I don't know. I'll find some...hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on him." Sam says confidently. I smile, resting my chin on my fist.

That's something Dean would say.

"We'll look for someone." John assures.

"Yeah."

"But, Sam...Jennifer...I don't know if we're gonna find anyone." I twist my neck suddenly just to look at him with a glare.

"Why do you say? Sam and I found that faith healer before. We can do it again." I tell him.

"That was—that was one in a million." I scoff at him.

"Aren't you the optimist."

"I'm just trying to be realistic."

"So what? We just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?" Sam smartly asks.

"No, I said we'd look. Alright? I'll check under every stone." John says to us both. I sigh tiredly, rubbing at my stained cheeks. "Where's the colt?" John asks and I pause my rubbing to look at him in disbelief.

"You son is dying and you're asking for the colt right now? Are you insane?" I ask coldly, getting up off of my chair abruptly.

"We are hunting this demon, who is your father by the way, and maybe it's hunting us, too. That gun may be our only card." That shuts me up and I look down guiltily.

"It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83." Sam says quietly.

"Alright, you got to clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside."

"I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out. He's gonna tow the Impala back to his place."

"Alright. You two go meet up with Bobby. You get that colt and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security."

"I think we got it covered." Sam gets up and rests a hand on my back as he guides me out the room with him. John calls him back into the room, and assuming it was to have a father and son moment, I keep walking and wait outside.

I grab a hold of my necklace as I think back to the night Dean and I sat on the Impala in the middle of nowhere. The only things around us were the trees, the stars, and the asphalt. It was peaceful and quiet. 

I remember him pointing out the consolations, talking about how him and Sam used to watch the stars sometimes when Sam was smaller. I remember him showing me the North Star and telling me that if you follow it, it's supposed to bring you home. I had his jacket wrapped around my shoulders and the smell of him overwhelmed me in the best way possible. I even remember sharing the best apple pie I ever tasted with him. Even though he ate most of it, the fact that he shared it in the first place was a blessing.

That night was perfect. He was perfect.

Running a finger over the smooth silver, I sniff as I think back on it, feeling my eyes water all over again.

I'll never be able to have nights like those again.

"You ready?" Sam asks. I sniff quickly and blink away my watery eyes, nodding rapidly.

"Yeah, I'd kill for some fresh air."

The drive to the junkyard is quiet for the most part, both of us in our own little worlds—lost inside our own heads. I made sure to put my seatbelt on this time, even tightened it for good measure.

"Oh, man. Dean is gonna be pissed." Sam states as we walk up to the Impala. It was destroyed. The whole right side of it crushed and flat like a pancake. I walk close to it and run my fingers over the damages.

More like he was gonna freak the fuck out.

"Look, guys, this—this just ain't worth a tow." Bobby says as he lifts up the hood. "I say we empty the trunk, and sell the rest for scrap." He advises. I shoot up from where I was crouched, staring at the damages, and look at Bobby.

"No way, B. Dean would cascerste us if we got rid of the car."

"When he gets better, he's gonna want to fix this." Sam adds on in agreement.

"There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel. The engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging." Bobby lists and it makes me angry.

"Bobby." I say sternly. He looks at me a bit surprised. "It doesn't matter if there's only one working part, or ten. We'll find a way to fix hi-" I pause, looking up at the sky and take in a shaky breath. "It. Find a way to fix it." I correct myself. I look back down to see Bobby looking at me sympathetically.

"Okay. You got it." Bobby nods.

"Thank you." I sigh.

"Here, uh..." Sam pulls out a paper. "Dad asked if you could get this stuff for him." He says as he hands him the paper. Bobby breezes over it, eyes darting across the paper.

"What John want with this?"

"Protection, from the demon."

"When'd he give you that?" I look at Sam.

"What?" Sam asks instead, keeping his eyes on Bobby. I glance back at him and see Bobby shake his head with a little shrug.

"Nothing. It's just, uh..." he avoids eye contact.

"B." I warn slowly, crossing my arms. He looks at me, slightly worried. He holds the paper out to me. With furrowed brows, I slowly take the paper out of his hands. Flipping it around, I let my eyes dance over the page and feel my insides start to burn with fury.

Acacia.

Oil of abramelin.

Is this guy fucking joking?!

"I'm gonna kill him." I whisper.

"Jen, what-"

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM!" I scream, crumbling up the paper in my hand as I do so. If I was in a cartoon, you could literally see the smoke coming out of my ears right now.

"Jennifer, calm down. You're not going to kill anybody." Bobby says firmly. I toss the paper back at him and storm back to the car Sam and I hijacked. Sam comes back a minute or two later, looking as livid as I am, maybe even more.

I guess Bobby told him.