You Ruined Us (Dean Winchester Love Story Book 5)

Chapter 55

"Well, keep a sixer on ice for us."

"Yeah."

3RD POV

~SHACK – DAY~

"Where are we?" Skye asks as they look around to find wooden walls, like a shack or cabin. One wall is covered with postcards along with the same Route 66 postcard from Dean's memory that Sam had found.

A golden retriever enters the room and Sam bends down excitedly. "Bones!" He smiles. "Bones?" Skye asks as the dog licks Sam's face. "Yeah. Bones was my dog." He says. "Your dog?" Skye asks. "Is this Flagstaff?" Dean asks, not happy. "Yeah." Sam chuckles.

"This is a good memory for you?" Dean scoffs. "Yeah. I mean, I was on my own for two weeks. I lived on Funyuns and Mr. Pibb." Sam says. "Wow." Dean chuckles, unimpressed. "What?" Sam asks, looking at him.

"Well, you don't remember, do you? You ran away on Skye and I's watch. We looked everywhere for you. We thought you were dead and when dad came home, he was not happy at all." Dean growls. Sam looks at them with guilt in his eyes. "Look, I'm sorry. I never thought about it like that." He says.

'Forget it." Dean shakes his head as he turns away. "It's okay Sammy." Skye gives him a small smile. "Let's roll." Dean snaps as he strides out of the room leaving both Skye and Sam behind as they try to catch up to him, following him outside.

They end up in the middle of the street now across from an old house with a wrap-around porch. When they turn to look at the shack they'd just left, it's gone. Skye remembers where they are, but it takes the boys a moment before they figure it out.

"What memory is this?" Dean questions. "No idea." Sam lies, earning a glare from Skye now. "Wait a minute. This? This is the night you ditched us for Stanford, isn't it? This is your idea of heaven? Wow." Dean laughs painfully.

"This was one of the worst nights of my life." Skye mumbles. "I can't control this stuff." Sam defensively says. "Seriously? I mean this is a happy memory for you?" Dean asks him. "I don't know. I mean, I was on my own. I finally got away from Dad." Sam says. "Yeah, he wasn't the only one you got away from." Skye says.

"Guys, I'm sorry...I just..." "I know. You didn't, you didn't think of it like that." Skye says. "C'mon! Your heaven is bailing on your family. What do you want us to say or even to think!" Dean yells, really upset about all of this.

"Man, I never got the crusts cut off my PB&J, or nice thanksgiving dinners. I just don't look at family the way you do." Sam scoffs. "Skye and I are your family." Dean says. "I know." Sam sighs. "I mean, we're supposed to be a team. It's supposed to be Skye, you and me against the world, right?" Dean asks, questioning Sam's feelings and loyalty. "It is!" Sam yells. "Is it?" Skye asks him.

Sam looks at them devastated but before he can answer a searchlight hits them, causing them to look up, trying to find the source before they start running towards the trees at the side of the road. "GO! GO!" Skye yells as they run through the darkened woods.

They come up to a log and jump over it before hiding behind it. "Wow. Running from angels. On foot. In heaven. With out of the box thinking like that I'm surprised you guys haven't stopped the Apocalypse already." Zachariah chuckles as he snaps his fingers and its now daytime.

Skye, Dean, and Sam peek over the log to see he's standing a few yards away with his back to them. "Guys. What's the problem? I just want to send you back to Earth, that's all. I mean, that is, after I tear you a cosmos of new ones. You're on my turf now. And by the time I am through with you, you're going to be begging to say yes." He warns.