From the Ashes [Supernatural] {4}

4.1 Metamorphosis

The minute after Castiel disappeared, I got dressed and started to pack up my bag. The door opened and I turned to see Dean with an angry look on his face but it disappeared the second he saw me.

"Scar, where the hell of you been?" He asked as he walked closer to me. "You're never going to believe what happened," I said, shaking my head, "Where were you? Where's Sam?"

"I've been looking for you," He said, "Found Sam, and don't worry he's fine. He's great." I frowned and opened my mouth to say something but closed it when Sam walked in.

"Guys . . ." He trailed off. Dean glared at him, "Want to tell our sister where were you and what you were doing?"

I looked between them in confusion and Sam sighed. He looked at me with hesitation, "I, um, I was . . ." I shook my head in confusion and Dean continued to glare at him as he spoke to me instead, "Sam was with Ruby."

I looked at Dean in shock, "Ruby?" He nodded as he continued to glare at Sam. Sam glared at him back and I looked at him in shock, "Ruby? The demon bitch, Ruby?"

"That's the one," Dean confirmed, finally looking at me. "She's in that girl's body from the hotel. The girl that was there with Sam when we found him."

I shook my head as I looked back at Sam, "Are you kidding me?" Sam looked away but Dean didn't stopped there, "Oh, it's not all, isn't it, Sammy?"

Sam looked at him but didn't say anything. "Apparently, Ruby and Sam spend time together after he left me and Bobby after you dead," Dean said, "He was learning how to exorcise demons with his damn mind."

"What?" I asked. "Guys," Sam said. "What?" Dean and I asked at the same time. "Come on, okay? Let's talk about this," Sam said. Dean punched Sam in the face, and Sam looked at him, "You satisfied?"

Dean punched him in the face again and I moved between them. "Knock it off," I said. Sam touched his lip, which was bleeding now.

"Do you even know how far off the reservation you've gone? How far from normal? From human?" Dean asked. "I'm just exorcising demons," Sam said. "With your mind!" Dean yelled. "Stop," I said and looked at Sam calmly, "What else can you do?"

"I can send them back to Hell. It only works with demons, and that's it," Sam answered. Dean pulled me away from standing between them, and he grabbed Sam by his shirt, pushing him against the wall, "What else can you do?!"

"I told you!" Sam said. I pulled Dean away from Sam and stood between them again, "Stop, that's enough."

"And I have every reason in the world to believe that," Dean told Sam sarcastically. "Dean," I warned. He looked at me and then turned away from us.

"Look, I should have said something," Sam said, "I'm sorry, guys. I am. But try to see the other side here." Dean turned to face us again and I looked at Sam, "The other side?"

"I'm pulling demons out of innocent people," Sam said. "Use the knife!" Dean said. "The knife kills the victim!" Sam replied, "What I do, most of them survive. Look, I've saved more people in the last five months than we save in a year."

"That what Ruby want you to think? Huh? Kind of like the way she tricked you into using your powers?" Dean asked. I sighed and shook my head as he continued, "Slippery slope, brother. Just wait and see. Because it's gonna get darker and darker, and God knows where it ends."

"I'm not gonna let it go too far," Sam said. I walked toward the bed where my bag was as Dean faked a smile. He walked toward the wall and hit the lamp on the side table, making it crash to the floor.

He looked at Sam again angrily, "It's already gone too far, Sam. If I didn't you know . . . I would wanna hunt you." Sam had tears in his eyes and he nodded as he looked down. Dean shook his head in disappointment, "And so would other hunters."

I shook my head in disappointment and Sam looked at me, "You were gone, Scar. Dean and I were here. We had to keep on fighting without you. Dean didn't want me to do this, so . . . I left. What I'm doing . . . it works."

"Well, tell me. If it's so terrific . . . then why'd you lie about it to us?" I asked and Sam looked down. "Why did an angel tell me to stop you?" My brothers looked at me in surprise.

"What?" Dean asked. "Yeah," I said, nodding and looked at Sam, "Cas said that if I don't stop you, he will. See what that means, Sam? That means that God doesn't want you doing this? So, are you just gonna stand there and tell us everything is all good?"

Me and my brothers exchanged a sad look as tears appeared in our eyes. Sam looked down before the silence was broken by his phone ringing.

I flinched at the sound and he pulled his phone out, and answered, "Hello?" He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to collect himself. "Hey, Travis. Yeah, hey. Uh . . . It's good to hear your voice, too. Yeah, um, look, it's not a really good time right now. It's -- Yeah, okay. Uh, well, just give me the details, and, uh . . . Carthage, Missouri." He walked toward the bedside table, writing down the location, "Looking for Jack Montgomery." Sam hung up as he put the pen down. He looked back at me and Dean, and I looked away.

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Dean was on the driver seat of the Impala, I was sitting at the backseat while Sam was on the passenger seat. As we were on our way to Carthage, Missouri, I told them almost everything about where I was, except the part that Azazel gave Sam demon blood.

"I can't believe it. Mom, a hunter?" Dean asked, shaking his head with a scoff. "I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't seen it myself," I said with a small smile. "That woman could kick some ass."

"How'd she look? I mean . . . was she happy?" Sam asked. "Yeah, she was awesome. Funny and smart. So hopeful . . . Dad, too. Until of course . . ." I trailed off. Sam sighed and looked away.

"What?" Dean asked. "Nothing," Sam said, shrugging. "It's just, our parents. And now we find out our grandparents too? Our whole family murdered and for what? So Yellow Eyes could get in my nursery and bleed in my mouth?"

"Huh?" Dean asked. I looked at Sam and tilted my head, "Sam, I never said anything about demon blood." Sam looked away guiltily and I raised an eyebrow, "You knew about that?" Sam still didn't look at me or Dean as he spoke, "Yeah, for about a year."

Dean looked out through the window again, eyes on the road, "A whole year?" Sam hesitated, "I should have told you. I'm sorry."

"Wow," I said, shaking my head. "You've been saying that a lot lately, Sam. But whatever. You don't want to tell us, you don't have to. It's fine," Dean said. "Guys . . ." Sam trailed off but Dean and I didn't talk to him. I looked out of my window as he sighed.

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We finally got to Carthage, Missouri, and reached for Jack Montgomery's house. We all watched Jack with our binoculars. "Are you sure that's him?" Dean asked.

"Only Jack Montgomery in town," Sam said. "And we're looking for . . ." I trailed off. "Travis said to keep an eye out for anything weird," He said. "Weird?" Dean repeated. Sam shrugged. "Yeah."

"Alright, well, yeah, I've seen big weird, little weird, weird with crazy on top. But this guy? I mean, come on, this guy's boring," Dean said and I nodded in agrement.

"I don't know, Guys. Travis seemed pretty sure," Sam said. "Pertty sure my ass," I muttered as we all looked with our binoculars again.

Jack was leaning on the island in the kitchen thoughtfully. He took a drink of beer and opened the fridge again to grab a leftover chicken. He started to eat but he didn't bothered with plates or utensils and started eating frantically, like he hadn't had food in days. He threw the finished chiken aside and grabbed a pack of uncooked meat. He opened it up and started to eat the raw meat. He threw looks over his shoulder for his wife and stopped eating.

Me and my brothers watched in disgust and lowered the pairs of binoculars. "I'd say that qualifies as weird," Sam said. "That's not weird," I told them, "That's disgusting."