Billie, Bambi, and Beau Singer were young when their mother died and their father became a Hunter. Years later, they become Hunters and are helping the Winchesters. But they're hiding something from Sam and Dean and their family is worried how they...
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Sam, Bambi, and Dean are parked by the side of a road, overlooking a river. Dean and Sam leaned against a fence, drinking beer. Bambi was sitting on the hood drinking a beer while the brothers had a private conversation.
She took a drink of her beer when she looked over at Dean and he nodded for her to come over there. She jumped off the impala and walk over there
"That I'd have to kill you. He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy." Dean said
"Kill me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sam questioned
"I don't know." Dean shrugs
"I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go Darkside or something? What else did he say, Dean?" Sam asked
"Nothing, that's it, I swear." Dean answered
"Did you know that my dad said anything about killing me?" Sam's eyes snap to Bambi
"We all kinda knew but we thought it was best if you never knew your dad thought that when we don't agree..." the woman trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip as she looked at the ground
Sam scoffed "That's all he said?"
"How could you guys not have told me this?" Sam asked, looking between the two
"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to." Dean said
"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!" Sam yelled at his brother then his eyes met Bambi again as she looked up at him "What about you or Billie?"
"Because it didn't matter. No matter what John thought or wanted, I wasn't the right person to ask because you could walk through a town murder everyone with some magically troll and I would look the other way."
"And Billie?"
"Again none of us care what he thought"
"You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day." Dean told his brother
Sam turned and took a few steps away, fuming.
"We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the hell all this means." Sam said
"We do? I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way I can make sure-" Dean retorted
"What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?" Sam questioned
