Sam didn’t
hear the car drive up to the cabin. He’d
left the front door open and the visitor
walked in and began to look around. The
soft tread of footsteps echoed through the hall. The individual looked into each room while
heading towards the end of the hall where Dean lay sleeping.
Castiel
appeared by lake where Sam leaned against a tree. The hunter looked at his brother’s guardian
and frowned. He was tired of the angel’s
influence over his
“Well?”
Sam asked.
“We need
to hurry, Sam. Dean should not be
alone.”
“If you
had healed him, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“Sam, the
thing who attacked Dean is human.”
Sam stood
up, “What?”
“Your
brother left the apartment of the young woman he slept with. He walked outside towards the Impala where he
was accosted by an attractive woman.”
“Aw,
crap. What did he do? Get too pushy?”
“No. Dean was contented. He may have been flirtatious. She would not have liked that.”
“What she,
Cas?”
“Dean
turned towards the Impala and was stabbed by the woman. He managed to hold her off from doing more
damage and reached the car, but she followed him. It took time to lose her, Sam.”
“Why would
she follow him?” the younger Winchester asked.
“We need
to go now. He should not be alone.”
Sam turned
to run and was stopped by the angel, who touched him.
The two
appeared in Dean’s room and saw a woman standing over him. She had a pillow and was holding it over the
sleeping man’s face.
Sam stared
in shock and suddenly spoke, “Amelia?”
The dark
haired woman stopped and turned to stare at the tall man walking towards her.
“What the
hell are you doing? He’s my brother.”
“He’s in
the way, Sam. You don’t need him. Let me finish this. He was already dead to us. Let him remain that way.”
“Don isn’t
dead, Amelia. Why does Dean have to be?”
“Don isn’t
stopping me from being with you.
Dean? You aren’t sure. I need you, Sam.”
“No. You just tried to kill my brother. Get out!”
Amelia
stared at the young hunter and turned towards Dean and pulled a stained knife
from her coat pocket. Before Sam could
stop her, the angel intervened. The
knife flew into the air and slid across her throat.
Castiel
removed her.
Sam stared
at the spot where the woman he loved had been standing. He saw the knife on the floor. She would have killed Dean.
Sam looked
down at the man on the bed. Green eyes
stared at him. There were pools of tears
in those eyes. He sat down beside his
brother.
“Dean, I…”
“I’m
sorry, Sammy,” the older brother whispered.
“Dean,
Man, I don’t know what to say. I don’t
even know what to do right now.”
“Why don’t
you go away for a while, Sammy. Make
your decision. Come back when you know
what you’re gonna do.”
Sam nodded
and looked at Castiel, who nodded in agreement.
The young man left the house and drove off in Amelia’s car.
The angel
walked over to the bed and touched Dean’s forehead. The hunter gasped and sat up. He stared into the blue eyes looking down at
him.
“Cas?”
“You have
had enough pain for the moment, Dean.
You are welcome to stay here for a while and rest. Maybe you should go fishing.”
“Fishing?”
“You enjoy
it. Take some time for yourself.”
The hunter
nodded as the angel vanished.
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