You Found Me |Sam Winchester| [2015 Wattys Winner]

48. Detroit

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48. Detroit

We had everything we were going to need to end this. Ever since we all—reluctantly—mutually agreed that Sam's plan was the only plan, we got our supplies ready. One of the said supplies was enough demon's blood to make Sam at his strongest. It only took two demons to get enough. Needless to say none of us felt sorry for killing them.

Our destination was Detroit. Now, since Cas was as human as me, he took the backseat with me. Night spilled overhead, and before I knew it, Cas knocked out beside me. He ended up slipping to rest his head on my shoulder. I smiled and massaged his head. He didn't seem to mind; I actually saw him grin as he slept.

"Aw," Dean whispered. I looked at him through the mirror up front. "Ain't he a little angel?"

"Angels don't sleep," Sam pointed out.

"How you hanging back there, Dak?"

"O-okay," I said through a yawn. My hand was starting to tire from being in Cas's hair. I let it down on my lap. All he did was readjust his head against me.

"You can crash if you want, it's gonna be a while."

"I'm fine, Dean. Really." I rubbed my eyes. "I'm used to a few hours now thanks to you boys." I found my head against Cas's, but my ears were still alert. The Impala's purr didn't help me stay awake, it was almost as calming as a heartbeat.

"Sam, I got a bad feeling about this," I heard Dean say.

"Well, you'd be nuts to have a good feeling about it," Sam replied.

"You know what I mean. Detroit. He always said he'd jump your bones in Detroit. Here we are."

"Here we are."

"Maybe this is him rolling out the red carpet, you know? Maybe he knows something that we don't."

"Dean, I'm sure he knows a butt-load we don't. We just got to hope he doesn't know about the rings." Temporary silence. "Hey, um...on the subject, there's something I got to talk to you about."

"What?"

"This thing goes our way and I...Triple Lindy into that box...y-you know I'm not coming back."

Wait, wait, what? Sam had told me a while back that he "may" not be coming back. Was he just sugarcoating it for me because of that night? My stomach roiled uncomfortably. I guess I should have thought about it logically. Who would make it out of Hell if they had Satan wrestling for control of their body?

"Yeah, I'm aware."

"So you got to promise me something."

"Okay. Yeah. Anything."

"You got to promise not to try to bring me back."

I almost jumped awake and screamed at Sam. Sure, I knew the chance was high that he wouldn't come back from this. But to not want to be pulled out? He can't really mean that. He can't. My fingers twitched.

"What?" Dean asked. "No, I didn't sign up for that."

"Dean—"

"Your Hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. You want me to just sit by and do nothing? You want Dak to do the same?"