A Million Reasons || Book 2 of 'I Caught Fire Series'

Chapter 13 - Brother's Keeper

We are back at the bunker, after the angel rang us. Dean went on a rampage and killed all the Stynes. They invaded the bunker, attempting to kill us and destroy the legacy of the Men of Letters. Dean killed every last one of them. He then got into physical fight with Cas and left.

We are in an random room of the bunker. On the table in front of Sam is a laptop, which has the code Charlie cracked before she was murdered. Next to it is the set up he has to make witch killing bullets.

"Anything?" Cas asks as we walk in.

"Twelve voicemails. Lo-jack on the impala has clearly been disabled... so a big heaping scoop of nothing." Sam mutters angrily, his eyes focused on the bullet in his hand, "We need Rowena to hold up her end of the bargain, now."

I notice Cas rolling his eyes in the corner of mine and Sam glares at him, "What?"

"Nothing. It's... it's just, if she removes the mark using the Book of the Damned, what of the consequences?" Cas asks, making a very valid point.

"Which are what?" Sam asks, his tone harsh.

"Dean said-" Cas begins, but Sam cuts him off, "Dean guessed!"

Sam sighs, shaking his head, "Cas, what are we supposed to do, huh? Just sit on our asses? Do nothing?"

Cas steps forward and shakes his head, "No, we find Dean."

"And then what? The only thing that stopped Cain was death. Do you wanna kill Dean? Because I don't. And the only way I know how to save my brother is to cure the mark. And yes, I know there will be consequences. But not you, not Dean, not anybody can tell me what those consequences are. So I'm not gonna let my brother destroy himself on a guess." He states, his voice filled with love and passion for his brother.

He let's out a sigh, "We save Dean."

This is what I was scared of, the drive to save his brother at all costs. This could mean something terrible comes after, but to him as long as it saves Dean it doesn't matter. I see the desperation in his eyes, the pleading as he looks to me.

And if it was anyone else, I'd fight them on this. But it's Dean, the man I consider a brother. Who has helped me through so much. And it's Sam, the love of my life. And I can't stand to see him hurting like this. So I give a single nod of my head, "We save Dean."

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I follow my fiancé and the angel into the abandoned warehouse where we have been working together these past couple of days. We walk into the room as quietly as possible, spotting the witch sitting at a table. In her hands is a disposable cup, with steamy tea that passes her lips as she sips.

"Hello, darlings. Just in time for tea." She says, not glancing towards us, "Unless something on your mind?"

"Five things actually." Sam says, cocking the revolver and gestures to it, "Hollow tips filled with witch killing brew."

"How exciting for you. Your NRA will be beside themselves with pride." Rowena murmurs, glancing towards him.

"No more games, Rowena. Do the spell now." Sam demands.