Sunlight ¥ Dean Winchester [1]

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Yesterday's events had left Jessica feeling empty. She had promised Camille that she would get that girl out of her situation. And Jessica had failed her. Now, all three of them were at Melanie's house.

"Hey," Dean sat down next to Jessica. "I was meaning to ask you about your vision. Do you want to tell me about it?"

Jessica sighed. "I saw a pay phone, lightning, an angel blade, a motel sign that read 'Blackbird Motel', a spray of blood and a glass bottle holding a blue glowing substance."

Deans eyes slightly widened.

"What?" Jessica asked.

"That blue glowing substance in the glass bottle was your grace."

"My grace?" Jessica placed a hand on her chest. "Why would someone want to steal my grace?"

"Beats me." Dean said. He slowly got up from his seat and looked at his brother. "Should have known that whole 'good sis, bad sis' story was just showmanship crap. Oh and it turns out that Kate was just trying to warn people about her evil bitch sister." Dean sighed. "And we burned her bones, so that's gone."

"Dean." Sam spoke up.

"What?"

"All we can do now is go stop her."

"That's not good enough, by a mile."

"I know," Sam replied. Believe me—can we talk about this later?" He stopped talking once Melanie had come down the stairs. She had just finished in the shower. A towel was wrapped around her head.

"Hey." Sam smiled at the girl. "How you holding up?"

"Been better." Melanie's voice broke as tears began to stream down her face.

"Look," Jessica walked towards Melanie. "If you need us to leave—"

"I need you guys to leave." Melanie sniffed.

"Okay, we will." Sam said. "It's just that... look, Margaret is still out there."

Melanie sniffed again and sighed. "What do you guys need to know?"

"Is there anything that stood out?" Sam asked.

"Well, um... she barely gave a crap about me, or Jessica. I mean, we were both in the way. She was all about getting Camille."

"That's right." Jessica looked at Melanie. "She was only after Camille."

"Well, that's something." Dean said.

"One other thing..." Melanie's voice squeaked. "She enjoyed it. She was smiling."

Dean sighed. "Alright, we're gonna go back to the cemetery and finish this. Once and for all."

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All three were back at the cemetery, this time they were in broad daylight.

Dean was already halfway done with digging Margaret's grave. "Man, I feel naked doing this in daylight."

"Yeah yeah," Sam looked around to make sure that they were alone. "Let's just hurry up."

An hour or so later, Sam switched places with Dean and finished his work.

Sam struck his shovel against the wooden coffin and broke the wood.

"Alright Mags," Dean got out his lighter. "My lighters juiced this time."

Sam took the top off and looked back at the grave in shock.