"Anyway, don't be a stranger."
***
August 1st, 2006
Dean hangs up the phone and slams it down onto the table.
"They've got dad." He takes the Colt and tucks it into the back of his jeans.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"We've got to go." He picks up his duffle bag. "The demon knows we're in Salvation, alright. It knows we've for the Colt. It's got dad...it's probably coming for us."
"Good." Sam stands. "We've still got three bullets left. Let him come."
"Listen tough guy. We're not ready, ok? We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anyone dead. We're leaving...now!"
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"I'm telling you Dean, we could have taken him." Sam says as Dean tightens his grip on the wheel.
"What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun."
Sam shakes his head and looks out the window.
"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade? What is if he's..."
"Sam don't think that." I say.
"Look I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can finish the job."
"Screw the job Sam!" Dean snaps.
"Dean I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going."
"Quit talking about him like he's dead already." Dean growls. "Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything."
Sam pauses to think for a moment.
"So how do we find him."
"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken." Dean suggest.
I roll my eyes.
"Come on, Dean." I lean forward. "You really think these demons are going to leave a trail?"
He glances back to me and sighs.
"You're right. We need help."
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The morning sun reflects of numerous junk cars of Bobby Singer's property. How John had friends, I don't really know. But he leads us inside, there are books stacked everywhere, the walls cluttered with papers. Sam takes interest in a particularly large book and sits at the desk. Bobby hands Dean and I silver flasks engraved with crosses.
"What is this...holy water?" Dean turns the flask over in his hands.
"That on is." Bobby grunts. "This one is whiskey." He takes a swig from a second flask before handing it to Dean who takes a long drag. Dean offers it to me and I shake my head. He shrugs his shoulders and takes another sip before turning back to Bobby.
"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come."
Bobby waves a hand.
"Nonsense. Your daddy needs help."
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Roads of Reckoning
FanficTHE ROAD SO FAR... Demi Lawson thought she was finally free from hunting, when Dean Winchester pleads for her help to find his father. Will her past with the Winchesters influence her decision? *** Roads of Reckoning follows the events of the first...
