FAITHFULNESS | DEAN WINCHESTER | BOOK THREE

Ghostfacers (3x13)

Ghost...Ghostfacers. We face the ghosts when the others will not. We're Ghost...Ghostfacers. Stay in the kitchen when the kitchen gets hot. Ghost...Ghostfacers. We face the nightmare, we face the dread. Ghost...Ghostfacers. We face the faces, we face the dead! When you trip and fall into the supernatural, we're who you're gonna call. We face them all! Ghost...Ghostfacers. We face the faces, we face the dead! We're Ghost...Ghostfacers! — Unknown

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Ghostfacers (3x13) — I changed a few elements.

~March 10, 2008 (approx. 7:34 a.m.) MOTEL ROOM~

Sam sat in chair as he fed Lynx applesauce while he read more information on demon deals. Dean was still asleep. Shia walked out the bathroom, she looked over at Sam and sighed.

"I see you're reading...again."

"Is there a problem?" Sam retorted back. Shia raised an eyebrow at the younger Winchester.

"No, but I'm sure it's exhausting. Every book, website page, and fortune cookie you read for Dean has the same result. Dean is going to die...and he's going to hell." Shia told Sam as she picked up Lynx out of her highchair. Sam stared at Sam in bewilderment.

"How can you say that like you've made peace with it?" Sam asked her. Shia said nothing, she looked away from Sam's eyes. "Shia? He's your husband!"

"Keep your voice down, Sam!" Shia scolded the young man before placing her baby in her play pin. Lynx looked up at her mom but then looked at her toys. Instead of whining for her mom, Lynx crawled over to her toys. Shia turned around and folded her arms. "I know he's my husband. I just...I'm tired, Sam. Everything feels like a dead end and I'm tired. Dean knew there was no breaking his deal when he kissed that demon bitch to bring you back."

"Shia—"

"Everything is unfair, Sam. Not just for me or you but it's unfair for that little baby over there who will grow up without her daddy. So, I'm not pissed off at you or Dean....I'm disappointed in him...he chose —"

"Me over you and his family, I know." Sam said softly.

"And it's always going to be like that." Shia said. There was silence for moments, Shia sighed and got up. "I need some air. I'll see you later. Watch Lynx, please."

Sam didn't say anything, even though he wanted to; instead, he watched her leave.

~•~ March 10, 2008 (approx. 1:25 p.m.) ~•~ MOTEL ROOM

"Ahhhhh!" Lynx cried as her mom held her close. The baby was upset because she hit her head on the wooden table they had in their motel. Shia was bouncing her daughter up and down, trying to soothe her tears. She was alone with her child while Sam and Dean were out either getting food or arguing, maybe both.

"I'm telling you, Dean...it's a bad idea." Sam said as he carried the food into the motel room. Dean was about reply but he heard his little girl crying, he walked past Sam towards his baby and placed a hand on her head.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked his wife.

"She hit her head on the table over there." Shia told him pointing to the table.

"You weren't watching her?" Dean took the crying baby from Shia and started bouncing around, and just like that she was calm.

"Well, excuse me for having to do eight things at one fucking time, Dean." Shia said as she crossed her arms.

"What did you just say?" Dean asked.

"You heard me."

Sam felt like, once again, an argument was going to happen so he grabbed Lynx from Dean and walked out.