Maddison Winchester: Journal 1 {Supernatural} (Editing)

22 Devil's Trap: Part 1

July 15th - July 16th, 2006

Dean hung up his phone. "They've got Dad."

"Meg?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded.

"What'd she say?" Sam asked.

"I just told you, Sammy." Dean rubbed his face. "Okay. Okay." He grabbed the Colt off of the table and put it into the back of his jeans.

"What are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked.

Dean quickly walked over and grabbed his duffel bag. "We got to go."

"Why?" Sam asked.

Dean put his jacket on and grabbed mine. "Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, all right. It knows we got the Colt. It's got Dad... it's probably coming for us next."

"Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come," Sam said.

Dean helped me put my jacket on. "Listen, tough guy, we're not ready, okay? We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving... now!"

Dean put his hand on my back and pushed me out of the motel with both of our bags in his hand. I got into the Impala as he loaded it. Sam came out of the motel with his bag shortly after. He tossed his bag into the back and then got in. We took off and drove in silence for a while.

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Sam broke the silence. "I'm telling you, Dean, we could have taken him."

Dean sighed. "What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive. We just gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun."

Sam shook his head and looked over at Dean.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?" Sam started to get upset. "Dad, he might be—"

Dean quickly glanced in the mirror at me and turned his attention back to Sam. "Don't."

"Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job," Sam said.

"Screw the job, Sam!" Dean yelled.

"Dean, I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going," Sam said.

Dean raised his voice, "Quit talking about him like he's dead already. Listen to me. Everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything."

Sam took a deep breath. "So, how do we find him?"

"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken," Dean suggested.

"Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?" Sam asked.

Dean paused for a moment. "You're right. We need help."

After a while, the silence and darkness got to me, and I fell asleep.

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