Phoenix

Way Down We Go

Sam's p.o.v.

"Nothing again," Jack whined. He pressed his palm into his face and sighed. "Maybe other hunters are taking care of it."

"Maybe." I considered it, but I didn't like the statement. If there were other hunters doing cases, something could have happened to Alicia. It would explain why we haven't heard from her in two and a half months. We didn't even get a letter, and she left her phone here, so I can't track it. I have tried placing her name in the system, but the only thing that comes up against Alicia Grant is her obituary. The death we faked the night she came back with us.

"Well, don't get your hopes up too soon." Dean rounded the corner, his phone in his hand and his shirt hardly on. I rolled my eyes and said, "Yeah?"

"Turns out, Panama City isn't as secure as it seems. Bodies appearing everywhere on the beach. Hearts ripped out, and the body is missing their fingers. Do you think it's a case?"

The corner of Jack's mouth quirked up in hopes of leaving the bunker, and I understood his excitement. We haven't left the bunker in a while. We've been cooped up in here like mice and haven't even seen daylight. Dean's been washing Baby over and over again until it he could see his reflection in it. Jack has watched the same movies a thousand times. I'm sure he knows all of them by heart. And I, well, I have been existing in a loop. Every day, I get up and fix breakfast. Then, I read. Talk to Dean as he cooks dinner, and go to sleep. The only difference from my daily routine is burning. Every minute, the scar burns and spreads on my skin. I try to mask the pain, but it only gets worse.

"Worth the shot," I commented. "I haven't been to Florida in about two years, and I need to get out of here." I continued. Jack and Dean agreed with a nod. "I'll go pack a bag then." Jack was eager as he slid from his seat and quickly trotted to his room.

Dean sat down at the table where I resided. I glanced over at him as he just sat there staring into the distance. His expression dulled. "Sam," He began. "I need you to do something for me."

"Yeah, of course. Anything." I inquired. Dean gave a half-smile. "When the time comes, I need you to be the one to take me out." Dean asserted. I tightened my jaw and waited for him to laugh. I expected him to say it was a joke. "What? I'm not doing that."

"I don't want it to be no one else."

I glared at him. "What do you mean when the time comes?" I questioned. He sniffed and shifted my way. "I've seen things, Sam. Things I wouldn't be capable of, but it feels so damn real. I know my time is coming when I can't escape my nightmares anymore." He stopped. "We both know about the nightmares. There's no beating around the bush this time. Just promise me." Dean boomed. He didn't even look me in the eyes.

I don't understand what he means by this. We've both had visions of death that never played out. Why is he so worried about this one? He just can't put this type of weight on my shoulders. He was only thinking of himself right now. I might be his brother, but there are some lines that I don't want to cross, and this was one of them. I don't want to be on the other side of the gun when Dean has to go. He can't just do this to me when I'm already worried to death about Alicia. I seriously can't believe he would do this to me.

"I have to go pack." I stood up from the table. "Promise me, Sam. If you would have asked me, I would have done it." He added. I hastily turned and looked at him. My eyebrows drew together. "No, you wouldn't because I wouldn't have asked. I would at least find a way to stop it." I scolded.

"I need to go pack," I said. I wanted to say more, but I didn't. Dean was being inconsiderate with asking me to kill him, and I really didn't want to think about it right now.

💫💫💫P.o.v. Change💫💫💫

"Thank you for choosing Panama City Luxury. Have a nice stay." The receptionist's smile was nonexistent. She wasn't even smiling at the people that were waiting for a room. Just hand the person key and saying the same monotone words.

Kai and I were next. We met the night I ran away from the Winchesters. He found me in a ditch, shivering from the rain. If it was for him, I don't know if I could've made it alone.

"A king-size bed please." He grinned. "And Your finest bottle of champagne." He is also an alcoholic, but he denies it. When I first met the drunk him, he told me why he drinks. He said he hated his dad so much that he became him.

The woman began to give his strange looks. Her eyes shifted between Kai and I. "Our honeymoon." I added. I looped my arm around his and pulled him closer to me. "Aren't you a little too young to get married?" She questioned.

I glanced her over. "Shouldn't you be wearing your wedding ring?" I clapped back. A smirk on my face because I know I hit a nerve somewhere in her body.

"Have a lovely stay." She handed the key to me and smiled. Better than the one she was giving everyone else.

"You noticed the ring too?" He asked as we walked to the elevator. I pressed the button as it dinged on the thirteenth floor. Of course, I noticed the ring. The residue that was pressed into her skin went up and down her finger. Hinting that she slid the ring off and on multiple times a day.

"Yeah, and the fact that I saw her kiss an underage boy." I smiled. It was a struggle. I can feel the weight on my cheeks. It's only been two months, and yet I still have seen things that an average human being would never see in their life.

"Like father, like daughter." He muttered before the doors opened. We stepped inside and turned to face the in front. The entrance doors slammed shut. "We missed the exit three times, Dean." Oh no.

Right as the elevator doors closed, I caught a glimpse of ocean filled pupils. Jack stared back at me. He didn't even react to my face. He just looked and waited. Never did he crack a smile like usual. He just stood there.

The doors closed. "You look like you just saw a ghost. Did you?" Kai questioned. I wish it was a ghost. That way I could kill it and never think twice about it, but this isn't something you can just kill off.

"Winchester," I mumbled before the elevator came to a jolt and dinged.