Remember

Sam

"Why was she screaming?" I asked Dean as we pulled into the house.
"It was a simple Devils trap that I drew on the ground. Once she stepped into it, she can't get out. Not with out someone who's not in it, breaking the line." He smirked and went into the house.
"Well what are we going to do now? She won't cancel the deal."
"Um, well... We might have to summon the Devil or something. I've never heard of that though. I can call around. How long does your friend have?"
"Fifteen years. Dean this is a little fast for me. Can we slow down. I don't understand a lot of this. One, why would you and Dad hide this from me? It's only a huge thing." I said blocking his way.
"Ok. You want to talk. Let's talk."
We sat down in the living room. Dean grabbed two beers and handed me one.
"Why would you hide this?" I asked again.
"Dad brought you and I all over the country for years. For many of those years, we were miserable. We didn't have friends. You were never in a school longer than two months, if we were lucky. When I was around 13, I found one of Dads journals. I confronted him. He said he loved you and me and it pained him to see us being dragged around. He also knew that if we thought he could die at any given time, we would probably flip our shit. When I found out, I was curious. Dad took me on a few easy, not as dangerous hunts. We agreed to keep it a secret from you. You were 9. What we supposed to tell you. The monsters under your bed are real and so are the ones in your closet? But eventually, you and I were able to stay together in one spot. You were no longer miserable. I was less miserable, but I knew that we may never hear from Dad again. I didn't want you feeling that. We are not all on good terms but family is everything. Without it, you're nothing. So, we kept you in the dark. We wanted you to have a family and grow up to have an even better one."
I understood where he was coming from.
"When were you going to tell me?"
"I don't know, Sammy."
"What kinds of monsters are there?"
"Well the first hunt dad took me on, was a cursed object. This is a momento, a body part, or anything really that is cursed by its dead owner. The dead owner can do a series of things to cause harm or death, but it is typically pointed at certain people. To get rid of it, you must burn it with salt and gasoline. Burning is a major way for "exterminating". "
We continued to talk for hours. I was given another beer and Dean had two more too. He told me about a lot of monster. He told me how they were killed. What patterns they followed. Everything. It seemed like he just poured it all on me.
"Wow." Was all I said when he finished.