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Sam went to find his grandfather, leaving me in the room, reading over centuries worth of knowledge; alone. But truth be told, I didn't have high hopes in finding anything within my grimoire that could save Dean from vampirism. I let out a frustrated sigh, while flipping to the next page as I was going mad with reading.
"Can't help, can you?" Dean's voice echoed within the room, making me jump up from the chair as he entered the room with no noise. Quiet as possible, and I totally missed it.
"Dean?!" I exclaimed with a startle, my eyes connecting with him as he was by the window. "Where did you go?" I asked coming around the table, an inch closer to him, but he took a step back, not wanting me to get close.
"To say goodbye," was all he said, eyes drifting from me. "I can hear your heart beating so fast," he made the statement, changing the subject on where he went. I narrowed my eyes on him, I wasn't scared of him, it was more worry than anything.
"Do you expect it to be steady like Sam's?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow, while crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm worried Dean, truly, and I don't think there is anything I can do," I told him the honest truth, as there was no point in giving him hope in this.
"Then I need you to kill me," those seven words that left his mouth was a shock, not a big one. Dean was noble, he would rather die than become a monster and hurt innocent people.
"No," I state quickly, shaking my head at him. "I'd rather see you live as a monster than a dead man, and that's final!" my voice was raised towards him, making it completely clear to him I wouldn't end his life.
"I'm gonna hurt someone!" He shot back at me.
"We'll find a way," my tone returned to its softness. "I promise," I stepped closer to him, but he darted off in the other direction, standing in the corner next to the fridge. "Just.. Just don't move," I offered a soft expression, but he just nodded briefly, leaning against the fridge. I headed back to the table, picking up my Grimoire and headed to the nearby bed, and getting in. I wanted to have my sights on Dean, just in case. Once I got settled, I flipped through my grimoire - my eyes skimming through the information. But I glanced up from the crisp pages to stare at Dean for a moment. Not before long, I could hear the rattle of keys entering a lock, and then the door to the room opened.
"You can't keep track of your brother now?" Samuel's voice entered my ears, as I twisted my head to the door. Seeing him and Sam enter.
"Well," Sam began, before sighing in frustration. "I mean, I didn't think he'd just–"
"He's not himself Sam! He's a monster," Samuel cuts Sam off with a raise of his voice. "And he's hungry," Samuel shared a look with his grandson, and I knew the look all too well. "I've got to prepare to do the right thing," Samuel was willing to kill his own grandson for the betterment of mankind.
"I told you he'd kill me when he showed up," Dean states, alerting both his brother and grandfather that he was back in the room, and heard their conversation. Both of them pulled machetes from both of their bags, and stared at him.
