Embrace The Flames // BOok 1

All hell breaks loose, part 2

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Darcey and Dean stood at the door frame. Laying on a old mattress, Sam's body lays.

"Dean?" Bobby voice came through.
"Momma." Was Graysons soft one.
"Brought you this back." He says holding a bucket of something.
The twins didn't move,
"No, thanks. I'm fine." Dean says
Darcey hasn't said anything.
"You both should eat something." Bobby says
"I said I'm fine." Dean tells him
Darcey stood standing when Dean eventually moved and went over to where Bobby was.
The old hunter watched as the Winchester took a long swing from the bottle.
"Dean. I hate to bring this up,  I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time..we bury Sam?" Bobby asks
Darcey then turns around and faces them.
"No." She says getting they're attention.
""Well, we could maybe—" Bobby starts again
"What, torch his corpse? Not yet." Dean says
Bobby leaned down on the table, face to face with Dean.
"I want you to come with me. Both of you." He said the last part loud enough so Darcey could hear.
"I'm not going anywhere." Dean tells him.
"Dean, please."

"Would you cut me some slack?" Dean asks
"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all."
"Darcey's here." Dean says
"I have to admit, I could use your help."
Dean let out a small scoff.
"Something big is going down. End-of-the-world big." Bobby tells him.
"Well, then let it end!" Dean shouts.
"You don't mean that." Bobby says, knowing Dean was only mad because of Sam, if his brother was alive, he would help without a second though.

Darcey slightly jumped when she heard him shout. She closed her eyes and took a breath.
"You don't think so? You don't think I've—we've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough?  I'm done with it. All of it.  And if you knew what's good for you, turn around and get the hell out of here."
Bobby stared at Dean, not a word coming out.
"Go." Dean shouts, giving him a shove.
The hunter stood, not moving and inch.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go."

Darcey felt from beside her Grayson as he held her side.
She looked down as tears still fell, at a slower pace now as she listens to her twin yell at bobby.
The mother put her hand on top of the boys head.
Not moving from her post.
"You know where I'll be." She hears Bobby.
"Go with him." She tells her son.
He looked up to his mom, tears in his matching green-blue eyes, "but, Momma-"
"Go, Gray. Please. Go with Bobby."
The boy holds his mother tight before he unwittingly let go and followed the hunter.

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Dean sat looking at his dead brother.
He stared at his unmoving body for a while before he said anything.

His mind was filled of memories of when they were little, of when they're life wasn't as messed up as it was now.
One memory in particular, he said out loud.
"You know, when we were little.. you couldn't have been more than five, you started asking questions.
Why don't we have a mom? Why are we always moving around? Where's dad? He'd take off for days. I remember Darcey and I begging you,
"Quit asking, Sammy. "You don't wan to know." We just wanted to you be a kid. Just for a little longer. I always tried to protect you and Darcey. Keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. It's always been my responsibility, you know? I had one job. One job. And I screwed it up, twice.
And for that I'm sorry."
Dean wiped his tears away, though they kept coming.
"I guess that's what I do best.
I let down people that I love. I let dad down, I let Darcey down. And I guess I'm just supposed to let you down now too?
How can I?
How am I going to live with that? What am I going to do?
Sam,"
With trembling lips, he asks,
"What am I going to do?"
The Winchester got up, a plan in motion.
He was so set in his tracks that he didn't even notice his missing sister who was sat at the table, listing to his speech.
She had a plan too.