FAITHFULNESS | DEAN WINCHESTER | BOOK THREE

Bedtime Stories (3x05)

Bedtime Stories (3x05)

~October 25, 2007~

There was crickets chirping, a bullfrog sat on the highway, croaking. Dean's Impala raced along. It hit a puddle spraying water as the frog hopped out of the way, just in time.

"I don't understand, Dean. Why not?" Sam said angrily as he argued with his brother.

"Because I said so." Dean said calmly but sternly.

"We got the Colt now!" Sam said.

"Sam..." Dean said warningly, he hated it when Sam would try talking him into finding a way to break his demon deal.

"We can summon the Crossroads Demon,..." They shouted over each other's words, getting louder each time.

"We're not summoning anything."

"...pull the gun on her, and force her to let you out of the deal!" Sam told his brother as he tried coming up with a plan.

"We don't even know if that'll work!" Dean said.

"Well then we'll just shoot her! If she dies then the deal goes away!"

"We don't know if that'll work either, Sam! All you're pitching me right now is a bunch of "ifs" and "maybes" and that's not good enough, because if we screw with this deal, you die!"

"And if we don't screw with it, you die! You won't be here to see your kid grow up!"

"Sam, enough! I am not going to have this conversation." Dean said getting really irritated with his little brother.

"Why, because you said so?" Sam challenged.

"YES, BECAUSE I SAID SO!" Dean shouted and right then Lynx, who was in the backseat asleep along with her mom started screaming because she was woken up by Dean's shouting. "Crap." Shia woke up as soon as she heard the baby cry, she reached over to care for her baby. The child calmed down almost instantly under her mother's touch. Shia looked up and glared at the two men.

"Really? You two were fighting again, huh? Well, you know how hard it is to get a 10 week old to sleep? Very hard!" Shia whispered but you could hear irritation in her voice. Dean was listening to her but Sam decided to ignore her.

"Well you're not Dad!" Sam said in his almost normal tone, but it came out as almost a whisper. Shia sighed and sat back still caring for her daughter. Sam and Dean silently stared at each other.

"No, but I am the oldest." Dean said fiercely, he then raised his voice a little. "And I'm doing what's best. And you're going to let this go, you understand me?" Sam and Dean stared at each other angrily. Sam turned away and looked out the window. He looked angry but doesn't saying anything. Dean then looked in the rearview mirror to see Shia staring at him sympathetically. "How's my chunky monkey back there?"

"She's fine, she's just staring at her hands, again." Shia told Dean and he nodded, Shia then motioned for Dean to talk to Sam. Dean rolled his eyes but did what she wanted.

"Tell me about the psychotic killer. C'mon, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer." Dean said as he looked from the road to Sam. Sam grabbed a paper from his lap and read monotonously.

"Psychotic killer... rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity."

"Any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his creature like claws? Animal eyes?" Shia asked as she suddenly got interested in the case.

"No. But the lunar cycle's right. Look, if it is a werewolf we don't have long, moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month."