Charlie had saved everyone. While she was in the bathroom, and before everything had gone to hell she sent the files she beat with the codex to Sam. The subject line is '911- see attached!!!!' The message in the body of the email says 'Sam, can't talk now. DL this file!' the file name is 'FORDEAN.doc'. You knew because you stared at it for hours memorizing every detail. Underneath the file name it shows 'symbol translator' and 'instant download.
Next to Sam's laptop were the papers containing all the symbol translations. And then you were holding the faded pictures laid next to that, one is a black & white photo of Dean as a young boy with Mary Winchester. The other is of Dean, even younger, and Mary holding Sam as a baby.
Across the table was Sam, holding a bullet in some sort of vise. In his hand he was holding a syringe over the top of the bullet and injecting a witch killing brew into it. Castiel came into the study, fully healed by now.
"Anything?" He asked, stopping at the doorway, you and Sam looked up.
"12 voicemails." You counted.
"LoJack on the Impala has clearly been disabled." Sam added.
"So a big heaping scoop of nothing." You concluded. "We need Rowena to hold up her end of the bargain -- now."
Sam takes a hammer to the top of the bullet. Castiel rolls his eyes, turns away and sighs frustratingly. You knew why, you were conflicted also. But there has been no other option.
"What?" Sam said, staring at his friend.
"Nothing." Castiel shrugged, then sighed: "It's -- it's just if she removes the Mark using The Book of the Damned -What of the consequences?"
"Which are what?" Sam asked, cocking his head and shrugging.
"Dean said --" Cass began but Sam couldn't be in the mood.
"Dean guessed!" Sam yelled then echaled loudly, you decided to take over in a more level-headed manner.
"Cass, what are we supposed to do?" You asked, "We can't just sit on our asses right now, right?"
"No. We find Dean." Cass rose his voice a bit.
"And then what?" Sam asked, growing more irritated, "The only thing that stopped Cain was death.Do you want to kill Dean? Because I don't. And the only way I know how to save my brother is to cure the Mark."
"We know there will be consequences, but not you, not Dean, not anybody can tell us what those consequences are." You backed Sam up, you couldn't stop now.
"I'm not gonna let my brother d-destroy himself on a guess." Sam added, slinking back in his chair.
"We save Dean." You stressed. And the two of them nodded in agreement in reluctant silence.
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Dean laid on a carpeted floor, sweating, ragged, and stinking of booze and rot. A truck horn blares, startling him awake and forces him to lift his head off of the rug. As he starts to get up his cellphones begins blaring. He stumbles to sit on the hotel room bed and grabs his phone off the nightstand. The screen shows '12 Messages from (Y/N)' and "21 Messages from Sam".
Dean drops his head, sighs and takes another swig of his beer that was on the nightstand. He takes a bigger sip and beer spills down his chin. Breathing heavily, he rubs his hand down his face.
"I'm good." He mutters to himself quietly, repeating it to convince himself of who he was, how he was, "I'm good."
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esoteric ↯ dean winchester x reader
Fanfiction〘 just because you love someone, doesn't mean you should stick around and screw up their life 〙 ☞ story begins after S9E10; continues through S10&11.☜ {marked mature, nothing you wouldn't see/hear on the show.}
