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...
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"Before dad died, he--he told me something," Dean said. "He told me something about you and..." His eyes flickered to me for a moment.
"What?" Sam asked. "Dean, what did he tell you?"
"He said that he..." Dean's shoulders were tense, his stance clearly uncomfortable. "Wanted me to watch out for you....Take care of you."
"He's told you that a million times," Sam pointed out.
"Well, this time was different. He said that--He said that I had to...save you," Dean stammered.
"Save me from what?"
"He just said that I had to save you. And nothing else mattered and that if I could, I'd..."
"You'd what, Dean?" Sam scoffed.
"I'd have to kill you." Dean went silent as shock washed over me, almost knocking me back. "He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy."
"Kill me?" Something in his eyes was alight now. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know," Dean whispered.
"He must've had some reason for saying it," Sam scoffed. "Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go dark side or something?! What else did he say, Dean?"
"Nothing else, I swear."
"How could you have not told me this?"
"Because it was dad, and he begged me not to," Dean stated.
"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!"
"You think I wanted this? Huh?" Dean asked. "I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth! That I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day!"
Sam scoffed, turning. "We each gotta figure out what's going on, what all this means."
"We do? I've been thinking about this. I think we should just lay low, you know. At least for a while--it would be safer," Dean suggested. "Then that way we could make sure--"
"What? That I don't turn evil?" Sam turned to face him again. "That I don't turn into some kind of killer?"
"I didn't say that."
"Jeez, be careful, Dean. You will have to waste me one day, Dean."
"I never said that!" Dean said, desperate. "Damn it, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control. Alright, you're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. You're pissed at me, and I get it. That's fine. I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"
