𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥 , supernatural

[20] at the crossroads

CHAPTER TWENTY ; AT THE CROSSROADS
season 2 episode 8
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BY THE TIME SAM AND DEAN WERE DONE and left George Darrow's apartment, they quickly came to the heart sinking realization that Selene was gone. A panic started to settle in Dean's chest as they made their way through the halls and she was nowhere to be seen, but he comforted himself by hoping she was just at the car waiting—but he was wrong.

That's when the panic started to really settle in, and he was ultimately shaking with the sudden stress. "Where the hell is she?" Dean asked, knowing Sam didn't have the answer and stupidly looking around in hopes she would just be standing off in the distance.

His first instinct was that something had happened to her, that someone or something had taken her. But, part of him knew that this was Selene's own doing. That she was either off by herself in a strange place as to avoid the boys seeing her at her breakdown, or she was hiding from them all together.

"Her phone! We can track her phone again—" Dean started, needing at least a clue as to where to look for her. But his idea rang short as Sam had reached into the backseat and pulling something out, revealing to Dean that she had left behind her phone. Dean was mad, intentionally or not, she was hiding from them. "For fuck sake!"

"Dean—" Sam tried to say something, his voice shockingly calm given the situation.

"Sam, she keeps doing this. She keeps running off! I won't keep chasing her if she doesn't want this. I—I just won't." Dean's voice was laced with lies, he knew and Sam knew that it wasn't the truth. But Dean wanted it to be true, he wanted to not care about her as much as she did. He'd save him so much of this stress, so much of his soul crushing feeling whenever she wasn't around.

Sam grabbed his brother's arm to catch his attention, Dean's head snapped up to him in an angry action. Sam didn't seem to be worried, his face fell sadly but he wasn't worried—not as much as he should be.

"Dean," Sam started once again, and Dean remained silent so that he could hear what he had to say, "I know where she is."

Sam had explained it all to Dean on the drive, explained what she had said to him about the deals, what he thinks she been feeling, and how she was in car earlier. Sam seemed to have a pretty good understanding of what she was doing, or what she was going to do, they wondered how she could have possibly gotten there but she did have a good thirty minute head start ahead of them.

This didn't ease Dean's stress whatsoever, if they didn't make it there in time it'll be to late to save her. Her soul will be up for sale, and the thought of Selene getting ripped apart by these hellhounds.

"If you knew what she was going to do, why didn't you tell me?" Dean asked, his voice low in anger now being directed at his brother. His foot was so heavy on the pedal that he couldn't look away from the road, but he could just imagine Sam's face was riddle with guilt and regret. Sam should have told him, or at least not let Selene go off on her own, but he didn't.

"I knew she wasn't okay, but I thought she wasn't that bad. I thought—I thought she'd talk to me." Sam spoke sadly like a hurt little kid, and he had every right be to hurt. Selene promised she'd come to him, promised she'd tell him when she was getting bad again and yet she walked off once again to deal with this on her own.

Selene never played well with others, and they knew that but they thought she was a least going to come around. That after the cabin she would've been more willingly to open up to them, even if it wasn't easy. But they were wrong, they put to much trust in her and maybe that was their mistake.