Purpose - Dean Winchester ¹

Devil's trap

~THEN~

The call was answered, but Riley, standing close enough to Dean, didn't hear the voice the three of them had hoped for. "You guys really screwed up this time," Meg said, the smirk audible in her voice. Dean immediately tensed his entire body. He looked at Sam, then at Riley, his jaw clenching. "Where is he?" Sam looked at Dean helplessly. " You're never going to see your father again."

~NOW~

Dean removed his cell phone from his ear and looked into space. Then he seemed to come out of his stupor and paced up and down the room. "They got Dad." "Meg?" Sam asked. Dean just nodded, fear written all over his face. "What did she say?" "I just told you, Sammy," Dean said, obviously upset. "Okay..." Dean mumbled. He ran a hand over his face, then took the Colt and put it in the back pocket of his jeans. "What are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked. "We got to go." He picked up his duffle bag. "Why?" "The demon knows we're in Salvation." Dean put on his jacket. "It knows we have the Colt. It's got Dad. It's coming for us." " Good, we've got three bullets left. Let it come." "Guys, calm down," Riley yelled, stepping between them. "We're not committing suicide here, Sam," she said through clenched teeth. "We're getting the hell out of here." Sam huffed, but Dean glared at him. "We're leaving, Sam." "Yeah, and as fast as we can," Riley said, taking the keys to the Impala. "What are you doing?" Dean asked, confused. "You're both too upset to drive. I'm driving."

Riley drove as fast as she could out of this damned city, her foot almost cramping from hitting the gas so hard. Dean sat beside her, one hand firmly in her free one. Sam sat in the back seat, still sulking. "I'm telling you, we could have taken them." " What we need is a plan," Dean said firmly. "They're probably keeping dad alive. We just have to figure out where. They'll want to trade him for the gun." Sam shook his head slightly. "What?" Dean asked. "Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?" Sam became agitated. "Dad, he might be --" Dean cut him off. "Don't." Riley squeezed his hand, eyes on the road. "Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you do, but if he is, all the more reason to kill the damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can finish the job." "Screw the job, Sam!" yelled Dean. "I'm just trying to do what he'd want. He would want us to keep going." "Stop talking about him like he's dead! Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back. Do you understand me? Everything," Dean yelled. "Okay, guys. Stop!" shouted Riley. She kept her eyes on the road, but said firmly, "We're saving John. And no, Sam, we're not assuming he's dead." She looked at Dean. "We need help." Dean sighed, but nodded. "He's going to kill us," Dean muttered.

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A small grin formed on Riley's lips as she drove through the familiar entrance to Bobby's house. The junk cars were still scattered around the lot, and Rumsfeld was chained to one of the trucks. Riley got out as she parked and immediately showered the dog with expressions of love. "Hi, big guy." He licked her face and Riley giggled. "Aw, I missed you too." Dean smirked. "I thought I was the only one who got to kiss you." Riley turned away from Rumsfeld and wrapped her arms around his neck. "The only one with two legs." she winked and he chuckled softly. "Hey, Dean." She met his eyes. "Huh?" "We're going to find John, okay? Everything's going to be okay." He didn't answer, but pulled her close and kissed her. "You don't know how much you mean to me, Riley," he murmured as a throat cleared behind them. "Good to know you haven't hurt her yet," Bobby murmured. Dean looked at him and swallowed. "I never would." Riley smiled, pulled away from Dean and hugged Bobby. "Hi Bobby." He returned the hug, Dean even caught a slight smile on his lips.