Stranger

Chapter 31

"You've been quiet," Sam says, watching as Dean loads up yet another gun.

Dean doesn't glance up, knowing that Sam is talking to him. "Just getting ready."

"He's gonna be fine, Dean."

Nevaeh purses her lips, flipping through pages in the book that Bobby gave them. She's been around these boys long enough to know that yet another argument is coming just by their tone. In the distance, a train whistle blows, the only sound they're able to hear, besides the wind rustling trees.

She stops on a specific page and grabs a white pencil. She wipes away the dust and starts drawing the symbol, a devil's trap, on the trunk of Dean's car, and preparing herself for Dean's bullshit.

"Dude, what are you drawing on my car?"

She takes a deep breath. "A devil's trap. So that demon's can't get through it or inside it."

"So?"

"Basically, it turns the trunk into a lockbox."

Dean wipes the trunk, looks at his hand, and looks back at her as if she'd just grabbed a bat and swung it at his car. "So?" He asks, his so's getting more and more aggressive.

Nevaeh rolls her eyes. "So," she mocks, "we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get your dad."

"What are you talking about, we're bringing the Colt with us."

Nevaeh gives Dean an incredulous look.

"Can't, Dean," Sam says, "We only got three bullets left. We're not gonna use them on just any demon. It has to be the demon."

"No, we have to save Dad," he glances between Sam and Nevaeh. "Okay, we need all the help we can get."

"Dean, you know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets? Dean, he wouldn't want us to bring the gun."

"I don't care, Sam," Dean exclaims. "I don't care what Dad wants, okay? And since when do you care what Dad wants?"

"We wanna kill this demon. And you used to want that too. Hell, I mean you're the one that came and got me at school!" Nevaeh glances at Sam, shocked. He rarely ever raises his voice. "You're the one who dragged me back into this, Dean! I'm just trying to finish it."

Dean lets out a laugh that's void of humor. He looks back and forth between the Nevaeh and Sam twice. "You both are more like your parents then you thought, you know that?" He turns to Nevaeh, "all you care about is that gun."

Nevaeh narrows her eyes at the comparison to her father. She doesn't like that. Not one bit.

"You all just can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I'm gonna be the one to bury you! It's selfish. You don't care about anything but revenge."

Sam shakes his head. "That's not true, Dean," he says, and Dean scoffs. "I want dad back. I do." Dean shakes his head, unbelieving.

"Dean," Nevaeh sighs. "They're expecting us to bring this gun. You know what's gonna happen? They get the gun and they kill us all. That Colt is more than just a weapon. It's leverage. We cannot bring that gun."

Dean looks over at the trunk. "Fine," he mutters after an eternity.

"We're serious, Dean!" Sam growls.

"I said fine, Sam." Dean reaches into his coat and takes the gun out. He holds it up in both their directions before popping the trunk open and sitting the Colt down.

Sam gives Dean one last look before getting in the car. Nevaeh doesn't move, and Dean doesn't have to look up to know Nevaeh's sending daggers his way with her eyes.