Reckless and Brave

XCVI. (96) Rock of Ages

[Swan Song]

"On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville--a blue two-door Caprice. There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have. Because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car--no, the most important object--in pretty much the whole universe. She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends, he'd drive around giving Bibles to the poor "gettin' folks ready for Judgment Day." That's what he said. Sam, Dean, and Holly don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile. After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used-car lot in Lawrence, where a young marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a couple friends. I guess that's where this story begins. And here's where it ends."

"Hey." Sam said as Dean grabbed a beer from the cooler and leaned against the Impala. He noticed odd looks from his siblings. "Dean? Holly? What's going on?"

"We're in." Dean replied.

"In with..."

"The whole "yes to the devil" thing." Holly said. "We're on board."

"You two are gonna let me say yes?"

Dean shook his head. "No. That's the thing. It's not on us to let you do anything. You're a grown--well, overgrown--man. If this is what you want, we'll back your play."

Sam looked between his siblings, surprised. "That's the last thing I though you two would ever say."

"Might be. I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fiber we got. I mean, truth is...You know, watching out for you and Holly...it's kinda been my job, you know? But more than that, it's...it's kinda who I am. You're not a little kid anymore, Sam, and we, I, can't keep treating you like one. Maybe I got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But...But I do know that if anybody can do it...it's you."

"Thank you. Both of you." Sam said.

Holly met his eyes. "If this is what you want, Sammy...Is this really what you want?"

Sam nodded. "I let him out. I got to put him back in."

"Okay." Dean said. "That's it, then."

They made their way to the building and Dean and Holly stood nearby, watching Sam and Cas gather blood.

They left the building. Sam and Cas carried gallon jugs of blood and put them in the trunk of the Impala as Dean and Holly walked over to Bobby.

"I still can't get used to you at eye level." Dean joked.

"So, was I right?"

"As always, Yoda. Two stunt demons inside, just like you said."

"Did you get it?"

Holly nodded, flicking her eyes back to the trunk. "Yeah. Sammy got enough "go juice" he can drink."

"You two okay?"

Dean and Holly exchanged a look before he said, "Not really. What do you got?"

"Not much. These look like omens to you?" He handed Dean a newspaper and Dean held it so Holly could see. "Cyclone in Florida, temperature drop in Detroit, wildfires in LA."