Dean spent his summer training. The boy knew how to break down and clean
rifles, shotguns, sniper guns and pistols.
John gave him the pearl handled pistol; one new addition to the boy’s
small arsenal.
They stayed in Colorado for a while as John tried to
get in contact with a man named Daniel Elkins.
Dean was taken on some salt and burns as John explained the necessity of
salting and burning remains. The first
few times the boy vomited, but slowly acclimated himself to the site of remains
in a coffin.
Much of Dean’s time was spent watching over his
brother. It had been ingrained for long
enough that Dean would let no one else watch the little boy. John would have to fight his older son to
enable a babysitter to be with Sam while they did the salt and burns and the
training.
In the back of Dean’s mind were the yellow eyed man and
the little girl. He watched his brother
sleep when John was on a hunt and marveled at the thought that he might have to
die to protect the sleeping child. The
only deaths he had seen were his mother’s and the wraith’s. He winced at the thought, looked at his
brother, and smiled. He believed in
Sammy. It would be all right.
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