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084. JOURNEY TO HEAVEN

The four Winchesters are sleeping in the motel, Sam and Libby on one bed, Dean and Ophelia on the other. Libby is cuddled into Sam's side, his arm wrapped around her lightly. They woke up and found two men standing at the end of the beds, holding rifles.

"Hands where we can see 'em." One of the men order.

Sam and Libby slowly put their hands up, glancing over when they hear shuffling on the other bed as Ophelia wakes up. Ophelia's eyes widen and puts her hands up, debating if and/or when she should do something.

Dean wakes up, putting his hand under his pillow.

"Looking for this?" One man asks, popping out the cartridge of Dean's handgun, tossing it to the side. Dean sees Ophelia sitting up and then he turns over, finding Sam and Libby in the same position.

"Mornin'." Dean says, ignoring the fear building in him of a gun being pointed at his family. Especially his daughter.

"Shut up. Hands where I can see 'em." Roy says.

Dean sits up and puts his hands up.

"Wait a minute. Is that you, Roy? It is, isn't it? Which makes you Walt. Hiya Walt." Dean greets. The two men look at each other before Walt removes his mask.

"Don't matter." Walt says and Roy lifts the mask off his face.

"Well, is it just me, or do you two seem a tad upset?" Dean asks. He glances at Ophelia and subtly shakes his head, telling her to not use any of her powers.

"You think you can flip the switch on the Apocalypse and just walk away, Sam?" Walt asks.

"Who told you that?" Sam asks.

"We ain't the only hunters after you." Walt says, cocking his rifle. "See you in the next life."

"Hear me out. I can explain, okay? Please." Sam says.

After a moment of tense silence, Walt shoots Sam about three times. The girls scream as they watch Sam fall onto his back on the bed. Dean jumps to go to Sam as Libby sits on her knees, putting hands on his arm and shaking it as if that'll wake him up. Ophelia just sits in her spot, frozen in shock and horror.

"Stay the hell down." Roy orders Dean who slowly sits back on the bed.

"Shoot 'im." Walt demands.

"Killin' Sam was right but Dean..." Roy trails off.

"He made us and we just snuffed his brother, you idiot. You want to spend the rest of your life knowing Dean Winchester's on your ass, cause I don't. Shoot him." Walt orders.

"Go ahead, Roy, do it. But I'm going to warn you, when I come back I'm going to be pissed. C'mon! Let's get this show on the road." Dean says.

"Daddy." Ophelia whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Close your eyes, baby." Dean whispers.

Ophelia shakes her head, but after a stern look from Dean, she reluctantly does so.

"Come on, already." Walt says. He steps closer and shoots Dean. Ophelia flinches with each shot.

"No!" Libby screams, letting sobs out.

"Shoot 'em." Walt says, motioning between the two girls.

"What?" Roy asks.

"She's a psychic." Walt points to Ophelia who is staring at her father's dead body, tears running down her face, but she doesn't make a single sound.

"They're kids." Roy says.

"She's a psychic. She's gonna come after us. The younger one might not be far behind." Walt says.