What Happened to Goodbye?

Chapter 14

Ch 14

All pupils dilated  when the animate figure of the demon appeared. It seemed that all sounds dissipated into the faint him of the breeze. Hearts pounded erratically in the chests of the brothers. This was it, the moment they prepared for since adolescence. It was their time to finish what this beast conjured.

Yellow eyes flashed a wicked grin, "it's good to finally meet you, Dean."

Dean scoffed, "I don't know if I can say the same thing about you."

"Ouch, I'm hurt," he mocked, "didn't your mother teach you better manners than that? Oh wait, that's right. I slaughtered her; singeing her skin like logs over a burning and scorching fire."

Dean stifled his blazing temper as Sam pushed him back slightly with his hand; probably to make sure he refrained from pounding Azazel to a pulp.

The nuisance pivoted his head towards Alannah as he acknowledged the girls' terrorized features.

"Don't look so scared sweetheart, Dean won't want to use you anymore if you look-"

"Okay I've had enough of this-"

He aimed to thrust his brothers death grip off him but the younger Winchester did not budge, "Wait. Just wait, it's just his game Dean. Don't play by his rules."

Dean huffed and the deceptive smirk painted over Yellow Eyes' mouth prevailed still.

Then, suddenly out of her peripheral vision Alannah peered over her shoulder to apprehend Jake inserting the colt into the cement block.

With every ounce of strength and stability she relished, a strangled sound emitted from her chapped lips, "J-Jake."

Sam rapidly exposed his weapon and pointed it at him. The terrifying lesson perceived became that the once buoyant and jovial boy named Sam Winchester completely diminished into a memory. An old version of him would have trembled at the thought of murdering someone.

Without missing a beat, the deafening cracks of the gun resounded and Jake fell the the ground with a sharp thud.

Dean averted his eyes upward at his brother in shock but also amongst a tinge of fear.

"It needed to be done," Sam clarified.

Then, a lurch evoked from the tomb blared through the cemetery and the doors swerved backwards. Plumes of black smoke poisoned the air and the splintering winds scraped across their faces.

Bobby and Ellen were already trying to close the gate and Alannah gaped, still in a daze.

"Get up, girl and help us with this thing!" Bobby yelled, pulverizing the silent-state she had entered.

Dashing to her feet, and glanced back at Dean realizing the Colt was lodged in the entrance, "Catch!"

He swiftly acquired the pistol and carefully placed it in his belt. Their gazes met for a fleeting moment until Dean realized Sam was still battling the demon.

Inhaling deeply, Alannah sped towards the doorway to aid in shutting it. With every ounce of strength she could muster the girl dig her palms into the brambly cement. Ellen and Bobby's facial expressions revealed they willed themselves to do the same thing.

Just as the three were about to close it, a veracious noise bellowed from within.

"Wait!" It called out.

Bobby immediately let go of the gate and whipped his head around to speak, "Stop pushing! Stop!"

Alannah's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What?! Why?"

"I think I recognized that voice," Bobby answered.

Grunting was heard from the other side of the graveyard as Sam was pinned to a headstone and Dean being brutally beaten by Yellow Eyes.

"You think you can just show up here and kill me like that?" Specks of acrimony polluted his tone, "You're going to have to try a little harder-"

Instantly the demon had been propelled backwards by a shadowy figure. Dean glimpsed through his swollen face to apprehend the sight of his father.

The utter stupefaction glosses over his irises and he reached for the Colt lying in the grass.

A sharp click reverberated throughout the field as the hunters' face contorted into seriousness and the echo of a bullet sliced through the air. All lungs filled with anxiety until the ammunition impaled itself into Azazel's stone cold heart.

Sounds of electricity were perceived and the demon collapsed on the ground.

Finally dead.

Alannah beamed at Dean as the realization set in that they act actually exterminated the oppressor. The brothers turned to face John as the both knew it would be their last meeting.

"Dad?" Dean started gaping at his deceased parent in front of him.

"I'm proud of you boys, and I want to say this now because I don't have much time. You two have turned into better men than I'll ever be. I love you both so much," Their father's figure began to disappear erratically.

"Dad..."Tears collected in Sam's eyes as John Winchester faded away. But they both knew that he was eradicated from sight but never from memory.

Dean swiftly captured his brother in a tight embrace; his smile shining brighter than anything anyone had ever seen.

"We did it Sammy."

Sam nodded with his eyes closed, "I know."

•••

Succeeding the victory over Yellow Eyes the group realized they had another predicament on their hands.

"Who knows how many demons escaped from the gate? We're going to have to deal with three times as many of them," Sam sighed as he tilted his beer sideways.

"It's gonna be hell on Earth," Dean slurred with his arm draped around his girlfriend who was also intoxicated, "But we might as well enjoy tonight."

The older Winchester pecked Alannah's lips playfully and she giggled in the kiss. Sam rolled his eyes and Bobby chuckled saying something about P.D.A.

The girl lazily secured her irises onto his; she was under more alcohol influence than Dean. Although his common sense was clouded and his thoughts hazy, he knew this was what an "apple-pie life" felt like. And for the first time in his anguish-tainted existence the young hunter grasped onto the fact that this, right now, was as tranquil as his continuance would become. Though the fleeting moments of this marvelous ecstasy elongate through his infinity, Dean comprehends that he will recall these seconds of happiness during utter chaos and despair.

"Deaan! Are you okay?" Alannah questioned tugging on his shirt, "Let's go home."

He smirked when he saw her facial expression when talking about "going home."

"Don't get lost," Sam instructed waving his drunk finger in the air.

The two laced their hands together and drove down in the Impala to an old motel to melt their troubles away.

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