The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 14 Section 2

"You three better hurry up and beat it." Bobby instructed, "Before the paramedics get here."

Dean nodded but looked at him, "What are you gonna tell them?"

"You think you three invented lying to the cops? I'll figure something out." He handed the Key of Solomon book to Sam, "Here take this. You might need it."

"Thanks."

"We mean it Bobby..." Angel's thankful eyes met his, "Thank you, for everything."

Dean's eyes went to him as well, "Be careful, alright?"

"You just go find your Dad. And when you do, you bring him around, would you? I won't even try to shoot him this time."

Angel grinned, "Will do, B."

Jefferson City, Missouri...

The Impala was parked by some train tracks as Sam looked through the Key of Solomon book on the roof of the car, spinning a marker in his hand. Dean and Angel were both at the back of the car, loading up guns and putting them into a duffel bag.

At Dean's solemn quietness, Angel studied him in concern, "You've been quiet."

"Just getting ready."

"He's gonna be fine..." Angel nodded as she focused on one of her guns, "He has to be."

Dean didn't answer and Sam flipped to another page of the book. He saw a symbol and picked up the book to walk to the open trunk lid. After rubbing off the dirt, he started to draw on the lid.

"Dude!" As soon as Dean turned and saw him he rushed over, "What are you drawing on my car?!"

"It's called a Devil's trap." Sam explained as he continued, "Demons can't get through it or inside it."

"So?"

He continued as he moved around to the other end of the trunk, "It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox."

This time Angel raised a brow, "So?"

"So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get Dad."

"Uh... no." Angels brows furrowed as she and Dean shared a look, "We're bringing the Colt with us."

"We can't." Sam looked between them, "Guys, we've only got three bullets left. We can't just use them on any demon, we've got to use them on the demon."

"No, we have to save Dad, Sam, okay?" Dean bristled, "We're gonna need all the help we can get."

"Do you guys know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets? He wouldn't want us to bring the gun."

"Who cares?" Angel scoffed, "He's being held hostage by who knows how many demons, Sam. It doesn't matter if he'd want us to bring it or not, we're bringing it. Since when do you even care what Dad wants?"

"We want to kill this demon. You two used to want that, too. Hell, I mean, you guys are the ones who came and got me at school!" Dean scoffed at that, "You guys are the ones who dragged me back into this. I'm just trying to finish it!"

"Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that?" Dean glared, "You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? Me and Angel are gonna be the ones who have to bury you. You're selfish, you know that? You don't care about anything but revenge."

"That's not true, Dean." He trekked on ignoring Deans scoff and Angels eyeroll, "I want Dad back, but they are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage and you both know it. We can not bring that gun. We can't."

Angel crossed her arms at him as she leaned on the impala. She knew he was right but she didn't have to like it. At Sam's piercing eyes she shrugged him off with an eye roll.

When he brought that gaze down to Dean, he looked down, "Fine."

"I'm serious, Dean."

"I said fine, Sam."

Dean took the Colt out of his jacket pocket and held it up to show Sam before putting it in the trunk.

After finishing the Devils Trap, the three of them walked by the river. They stepped up beside some trees, passing a few people as they did.

Dean stopped, "Hey, hey." He motioned when they looked over at him, "Think I know what Meg meant by Sunrise." They looked over and saw an apartment building with a sign out front that said 'Sunrise Apartments', "Son of a bitch. That's pretty smart. I mean, if these demons can possess people they can possess almost anybody inside."

"Yeah, and make anybody attack us."

"Including children..."

"And so we can't kill them..." Dean motioned, "A building full of human shields."

"They probably know exactly what we look like, too." Sam looked between them grimly, "And they could look like anybody."

"Yeah, this sucks out loud."

"Tell me about it."

"Think boys..." Angel clapped her hands, "We need a plan to get inside. Any suggestions? Fire alarm?"

"Might work." Dean nodded as he looked over at the building, "It'll get out all the civilians."

Sam nodded, "Okay, but then the city responds in, what, seven minutes?"

"Seven minutes exactly." Angel grinned, "Ill handle that."