² Deception - Dean Winchester

Fifty-Seven

Tears stained Jenny's cheeks, all the way down to her neck and the collar of her shirt as she sat across from Dean, both of them staring down at Sam.

No part of the young Winchester moved. His chest didn't rise. It didn't fall. His fingers didn't twitch and he didn't mumbled in his lifeless sleep.

The sun shining in Jenny's face only made her tears glisten when Dean glanced to her. He noticed how red and puffy her eyes were, almost as if she had dried fake blood around her nose and under eyes. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot, and she sniffles hard, chest shaking as she inhaled.

The door to the cabin opened, Bobby slowly walking in with a bucket of fried chicken. "Dean? Jenny? Brought you this back."

"No, thanks." The replied numbly. Jenny didn't remove her gaze from Sam.

"You two should eat something."

"We said no, Bobby." Jenny snapped a little harshly, still unmoving. Jenny picked up the flask that was laying next to her, drinking it's remains as Dean took a swig of the bottle of whiskey he had.

"Guys... I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time... we bury Sam?" Bobby asked. Dean shook his head. Bobby sighed. "We could maybe..."

"What? Torch his corpse? Not yet." Dean replied calmly, looking at Bobby.

"I want you two to come with me." Jenny stayed quiet, letting Dean reply for her, given that they were probably on the exact same page

"I'm not going anywhere." Dean whispered, turning back to Sam. He still didn't move.

"Dean... Jenny, please." Bobby begged, looking as if he was ready to give up himself.

"Would you cut us some slack?" Dean snapped, resting a hand in his knee as he stared at Bobby.

"I just don't think you two should be in this position right now, that's all. I gotta admit, I could use your help." Dean snorted, shaking his head. "Something big is going down – end-of-the world big."

"Well, then let it end!" Jenny flinched at how loud Dean spoke, standing up from his chair, which then fell down.

"You don't mean that." Bobby said quietly, watching as Dean got in his face.

"You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? That Jenny hasn't given enough? You don't think we've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, you'd turn around, and get the hell out of here." Dean argued. Bobby stood there, shaking his head. Dean shoved him suddenly, hard, and Jenny finally looked to the two of them. "Go!" Dean paused, his voice breaking as he continued. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go."

Bobby sighed, looking at Jenny, who let another tear slip. "You know where I'll be." He told the two, turning his back on them and left the cabin.

Dean looked at Jenny, her lip trembling as she looked back at Sam. He walked over to her slowly, pulling the chair back up and sat next to her. His hand grasped hers weakly, running circles around the back of her hand.

"You know, when... When we were little— and Sam couldn't been more than 5— he just started asking questions." Dean started, Jenny bitting down on her lips to stifle more tears. "How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? ... I remember I begged him, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know.""

Silence followed for a long time, Dean swiped a tear from his face. "I just wanted him to be a kid... Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect him... Keep him safe... Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job..." Silent again. Dean's voice broke as more tears blinded him. "And I screwed it up." Jenny looked at Dean, her eyes flickering as she squeezed his hand. "I blew it. I let Sammy down.
How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?" Dean cried, Jenny resting her forehead in his shoulder as tears slipped down her nose, onto Dean's shirt. "What are we supposed to do? Sammy. God."