Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
"You've never been able to take away my ability to walk before."
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"Where is he?" Dean asked. A moment passed and his eyes were wide, fear evident in them. He hung up. "They've got him."
"Meg?" Sam asked, earning a nod. "What'd she say?"
"I just told you, Sammy," Dean said. He ran a hand over his face. "Okay." He grabbed the Colt, placing it in the waistband of his jeans before grabbed a duffle.
"What are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked.
"We gotta go," Dean stated.
"Why?"
"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation. It knows we got the Colt. It's got dad." Dean pulled on his jacket. "It's probably coming for us next."
"Good," Sam said. "We still have three bullets left. Let it come."
"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready," Dean snapped. "We don't know how many are out there. And we're no good to anybody dead. Plus, we need to get Ria somewhere safe because she can barely walk on her own at the moment."
"Uh, rude. I can walk just fine. You've never been able to take away my ability to walk before, it's not happening all of a sudden," I said, laughing a little. "That was a good one, you have to admit."
Sam and Dean both glared at me.
"We're leaving now," Dean said.
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"I'm telling you, Dean, we could've taken him," Sam insisted, staring through the windshield.
"They're probably keeping dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They're gonna want to trade him for the gun," Dean stated, hitting the accelerator.
Sam scoffed.
"What?"
"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?" Sam asked. "Dad...He might be—"
"Don't," Dean demanded.
"I don't want to believe it anymore than you. But it's even more reason to kill the demon, we still have the Colt, we can still finish the job," Sam said.
"Screw the job!"
"I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going," Sam stated.
"Would you quit talking about him like he's dead already?" Dean snapped. "Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back. You understand me? Everything."
"So how do we find him?" Sam caved.
"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken," Dean suggested.
