Dean, Ellen and I managed to convince Rufus and Jo that we weren't demons, and that War was actually in town causing all the trouble. The people from the church showed up, wanting to kill us, of course. Dean and I hurried upstairs to free Sam while Rufus, Jo and Ellen held down the fort downstairs.
"Dean, it's not demons," Sam said when we came in.
"It's War," we all spoke in unison.
"I just can't figure out how he's doing it," Dean said, cutting his brother free.
"The ring," I said, and Sam nodded.
"The ring. The ring- that's right. He turned it before he made everybody hallucinate and go hell bitch," Dean nodded in understanding.
"Right," Sam agreed.
"We got to move. Come on," I told them.
We hurried out of the house, ignoring the sound of fighting going on as we made our way back to the cherry red Mustang we'd seen when we got to the town. War was already there, planning on ditching town. We managed to stay out of sight until the last minute, Sam and Dean grabbing him from behind. While they held onto him, I pulled out Ruby's knife.
"Whoa. Okay. That's a sweet little knife," War smiled. "But come on. You can't kill war, kiddos."
"Oh, we know," Dean said.
Sam slammed War's right hand against the Mustang, and I brought down the knife, chopping off all four of his fingers, excluding the thumb. The ring he'd been wearing clinked to the pavement. In the distance, all the sounds of fighting vanished. Dean leaned down, picking up the ring, and when he straightened back up, War and the Mustang had disappeared.
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After saying goodbye to Rufus and the Harvelles, we ditched town, pausing at a rest stop.
"So, pit stop at Mount Doom?" Dean asked, holding up the ring.
I snorted, but Sam remained silent.
"Dean-" he started after a moment.
"Sam, let's not," Dean sighed.
"No, listen. This is important. I know you and Ellie don't trust me."
Dean and I avoided his gaze.
"Just, now I realize something," he continued. "I don't trust me either."
We both looked at him, but didn't speak as he went on.
"From the minute that I saw that blood, only thought in my head... and I tell myself it's for the right reasons, my intentions are good, and it, it feels true, you know? But I think, underneath... I just miss the feeling. I know how messed up that sounds, which means I know how messed up I am. Thing is, the problem's not the demon blood, not really. I mean, I, what I did, I can't blame the blood or Ruby or... anything. The problem's me. How far I'll go. There's something in me that... scares the hell out of me, Dean. In the last couple days, I caught another glimpse..."
"So what are you saying?" Dean inquired.
"I'm in no shape to be hunting," Sam admitted. "I need to step back, cause I'm dangerous. Maybe it's best we just... go our separate ways."
We were all silent, Dean's expression thoughtful.
"Well, I think you're right," he spoke finally.
My jaw dropped as I looked across the table at him.
"I was expecting a fight," Sam said, echoing my thoughts.
"The truth is I spend more time worrying about you than doing the job right," Dean elaborated. "And I just, I can't afford that, you know? Not now. And sure, I worry about Ellie, too, but it's different with her."
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She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}
Fanfiction-BOOK 2 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ It's been four months since Dean went to Hell, and they've all taken it pretty hard. However, when Ellie hears her angel's voice in her head for the first time since the attack, it starts a chain of event...
