Destiny Will Wait

78. Dark Side of the Moon

INT. MOTEL

Empty beer cans were all over. Dean was lying on his stomach, hand under the pillow as he searched. Saoirse was looking under between the beds.

"Looking for this?" Roy asked before popping the cartridge from a handgun and tossing it to the side.

Dean turned over and Saoirse looked up. They looked at Sam, who also had a gun pointed at him.

"Mornin'," Dean and Saoirse greeted.

"Shut up. Hands where I can see 'im."

Dean and Saoirse lifted their hands, then lifted themselves up before he said, "Wait a minute. Is that you, Roy? It is, isn't it. Which makes you Walt. Wait. Hiya Walt."

Roy and Walt looked at each other.

Walt removed his mask. "Don't matter."

Roy lifted his mask off his face.

"Well, is it just me, or do you two seem a tad upset?" Dean asked in a taunting tone.

Walt narrowed his eyes. "You think you can flip the switch on the apocalypse and just walk away, Sam?"

Sam frowned. "Who told you that?"

"We ain't the only hunters after you." He pumped his shotgun. "See you in the next life."

"Hear me out. I can explain, okay? Please."

After a pause, Walt shot Sam. Dean and Saoirse jumped to go to Sam, despite the latter's ears ringing.

Roy shifted to follow Dean and Saoirse's movements. "Stay the hell down."

"Shoot 'em," Walt demanded.

"Killin' Sam was right but Dean and Saoirse..."

"He made us and we just snuffed his brother and her friend, you idiot. You want to spend the rest of your life knowing Dean Winchester and Saoirse Moretti are on your ass, 'cause I don't. Shoot 'em."

Dean, who'd been looking at Sam's body, turned to face Roy. "Go ahead, Roy, do it. But I'm going to warn you, when I come back I'm going to be pissed. C'mon! Let's get this show on the road."

A dark smile crossed Saoirse's face as she said, "Use that gun on me or him and it will be the last thing you do."

"Come on, already," Walt said.

Walt stepped forward and shot Dean who was staring in horror at Sam before turning to Walt with a murderous look.

Saoirse gathered the shadows about her as best she could and forced Walt and Roy from the motel room. She collapsed to her knees and sobbed, doing nothing to stop the ringing in her ears.

INT. IMPALA

Dean was sitting in the Impala, sleeping. He was wearing his leather jacket over his normal clothes. Thunder sounded and he woke up. He got out of the car and shut the door. The trunk closed. Dean turned towards the sound. 13-year-old Sam was there, holding a crate of fireworks.

"Sammy?" Dean called.

"Come on, let's go," Sam said, walking off.

"Weird dream," Dean commented. "Seri, you here?"

Sam placed the fireworks on the ground and pulled out a few.

"Got your lighter?" Sam asked.

Dean checked his pocket and pulled out an old lighter. "Whoa, I haven't seen this in years."

"Fire 'em up."

Dean lit Sam's firework, then his own. They went off, shooting red sparks into the sky.