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Chapter 2; goodbye calls
Topic Started: May 22 2011, 03:02 PM (87 Views)
Crissi Marie
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NOTE#1: Lawrence, never been there, never seen a map of the town. I'm making up the stuff about crossroads to work for my story. Same with Stull. Yep, used it. (I know it wasn't mentioned until s5. Same with town I mention, it doesn't come until later. But I like the coincidences.

Chapter 2

As Bobby tore down his driveway Dean opened Sam's phone to listen to his voice mails. Yeah, he didn't need to crack the code; he's known it for years. Sam never changes it; it has been the same since he'd met Jess. He hadn't checked it before now, though, privacy and all that. Only it wasn't… what the hell? When had the little shit changed it? Dean swore under his breath and tried several different combinations of numbers, different names. "Shit," he muttered.

"Try the date you got out of the hospital." Bobby said not taking his eyes off the road.

Dean snorted, "Why would he use that?" He tried it anyways and cursed again when it worked. "How did you know that?"

"Because it was a very important date to your brother… Besides he's started rotating his codes. But his newest one is usually something important to do with recent events."

Dean shook his head in wonder, "How did you know all that?"

"I listen." Bobby said simply.

Dean pulled up the first message, all three new ones appeared to be from one person, and he put it on speaker, "Sam Winchester. I know what you're planning…call me." It was from Missouri, dad's psychic friend from Lawrence. Dean continued on to call number two, "Sam Winchester this is not what Dean wants… talk to me… call me." He glanced at Bobby and played the last call. "Samuel Winchester don't you dare! Dean doesn't want this and neither would your father. Answer me or I'm going to call Dean. Just call me… Damn it!" The silence in the truck was overwhelming. A few seconds later, Dean's phone rang, causing him to jump. He looked at Bobby.

"Well, answer it, boy." Bobby said gently.

Looking at the caller id, "Missouri, thank God. Where is he?" Dean asked quickly.

"Dean, honey… all I'm getting… Is he keeps repeating… Going back to where it all started." With the pauses, it was almost like she was listening to something only she could hear.

Dean asked, "The cabin?" at the silence, he picked another place, "The hospital?"

Missouri sighed, "I don't know, honey… I just…"

"Missouri you gotta give me som-" Dean said desperately, running a hand thru his hair.

"The beginning." She said suddenly, interrupting him, "Something… about…" another sigh, "correcting… if he wasn't born… Oh, Sammy." She started crying softly.

"Bobby… Lawrence… he's going to Lawrence." Dean cried, as Bobby headed toward Kansas, nearly eight hours behind Sam.

"That's right Dean… but I will need to search out where…"

"I have an idea, thanks Missouri." Dean said, and then hung up as he tossed both phones onto the bench seat between them. He slammed his fist onto the dash… After about the fifth time, Bobby grabbed his fist, still not looking at Dean.

"Dean, you might need that hand."

Dean instantly stilled, "This… is… "He struggled to catch his breath, "This… I caused this…"

He ran his free hand thru his hair.

Bobby warned, "Dean."

Dean jerked his hand away, "No… I did… the things I've said…" He turned away to stare out the window. A few seconds of silence before he continued, "I told him… the last…" Dean's shoulders shook, "I told him that the last time… the last time he ever saw dad he picked a fight with him… he probably thinks I blame him for this mess."

"Did you?" Bobby asked, not taking his eyes off the road. "You know… if we don't stop him you'll get your dad back." He already knew Dean's answer, but Dean's quilt was in the way.

"I wanted my dad back… to the point of me making a deal… not Sammy… never Sammy." Dean sighed, "I can't live with that."

Bobby sighed to match Dean's, "That boy loves you. Don't get me wrong he loved your daddy too. .."

Dean seemed to shrink in the seat as he murmured, "I made him think I didn't think he did."

Bobby continued as if Dean hadn't interrupted, "But Dean he worshipped you. He tried to be like you. When you were little he watched you so he could be more like you… he imitated your walk… talk, including your cursing… hell, the only thing he didn't do, once he got older- was cut his hair like you."

Dean jerked as if shot, biting his lip. "So… what you're saying is he's doing what he thinks I want." Dean whispered. "I don't want this." His mind screamed.

"He's going to make amends." Bobby stated, glancing at him, then back to the road.

"For what?" Dean asked, confused.

"I'm guessing for being born, ruining your life… your mom, Jess, your dad…"

"HE NEVER…" Dean yelled, furious.

"I didn't think so, either. But apparently he does." Bobby said evenly.

"Step on it, Bobby… he's got a big head start." Dean said grimly.

Bobby silently agreed, flooring the old truck.

An hour later, Dean was staring at a map of Lawrence. "Bobby, why do you have a map of Lawrence?"

Bobby cleared his throat, before saying gruffly, "Needed it to find Stull Cemetery."

Dean frowned, "That sounds…"

"It should… famous for ghost lights, sightings. Sam used to pour…" Bobby stopped mid-sentence and stared at the road.

"What?" Dean asked.

Bobby chewed his lip, he'd almost forgotten.

"Bobby?" Dean called out to him, trying to get his attention.

"When Sam was about fifteen… you and your dad left Sam with me. John was punishing him for something. Sam begged to go…" Bobby was talking quietly.

"I remember that… I pestered dad all the way to that job to go back for Sam… dad was pissed." Dean said, giving a sad little smile.

"Well Sam asked what I was working on."

"Stull?" Dean asked, watching Bobby.

"Your daddy handed it off to me… wanted nothing to do with Lawrence." Bobby said, glancing at Dean. He knew Dean would be getting pissed real soon, he grimaced in anticipation.

Dean nodded his understanding.

"Well, Sam wanted to help…"

"Bobby…" Dean whined. It felt like Bobby was taking his time with his story, stalling almost.

"There are 23 crossroads in Lawrence." Bobby said quietly. Here is comes, he thought watching Dean's face.

"FUCK!" Dean snapped. "We gotta…"

"But the ones Sam was interested in were the three in Stull Cemetery."

"Three, why the ones at the cemetery?"

"Sam ate up all the information he could… local lore… crossroads stories… at the time I became worried that he would try to trade himself for Mary… for you and your dad." Bobby cringed, volcanic Dean was about to make an appearance.

"WHAT? WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT? And WHY IN THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? I SURE AS HELL DON'T REMEMBER THAT CONVERSATION!" Dean yelled as he punched the window, putting a webbing crack in it. God, he was so damn pissed! This day just keeps getting better and better… he thought sarcastically.

"Because he swore to me he wouldn't… I believed him." Bobby said gently, glancing between Dean and the road.

"God." Dean moaned, "You should have told me." Dean rested his head on his open palm. As he thought grimly, Can this be anymore fucked up?

"I'm certain it'll be the cemetery." Bobby said, there was no way in hell Bobby was going to tell Dean he thought Sam was following the plans he had mapped out when he was fifteen. When Bobby had found Sam's handwritten plans and confronted him, obtained the promise he thought that had been the end of it all. Shit sure does come back to bite you in the ass when you least expect it. Bobby thought with a sigh.

"I can't be in three places at once, let alone 23... I have to be sure." Dean scrubbed at his face, and then looked up at Bobby.

"I think it's the cemetery." Bobby repeated, then continued, "I think it will be the crossroads in the center of Stull… it's the one I would pick." Bobby silently added, and the one Sam picked fifteen years ago in his carefully constructed plan he promised not to use, ever.

"I have to be sure… I'm calling Missouri back." Dean picked up his phone and startled in surprise when it rang in his hand. He opened it without looking at the caller id. "Yeah?"

He listened for a second then interrupted, "Ellen… I can't talk…" Dean jerked, and then listened quietly before a shocked, "What? He did what?" silence, then, "He did what?" He nodded as if she could see him, "Fuckin' hell." Dean moaned, then, "Yeah, yeah, I'll let you know." snapping his phone shut.

"Boy?" Bobby said softly.

"Damn it, damn it, FUCK!" Dean snarled, enraged. He hit his thigh with his fist, "He better be ok when I get to him or I'm going to kill him!"

"Dean?" Bobby asked, looking at Dean then wishing he hadn't. Dean had puppy dog eyes too. He claimed only Sam had them, that wasn't true. He was looking at them right now. Tears welled up in Bobby's eyes.

"He called them. He just got off the phone with Ellen."

Bobby waited knowing Dean had to work thru it in his own mind before putting it into words.

"He told them goodbye. Hell, we only met them a couple times… Ellen just beat it out of Ash that he wanted to know some names of haunted ghost towns and how to break into someone's phone line and use it to make calls." Dean closed his eyes and rubbed at his forehead. "What would he need to know that crap for?" Dean asked, sounding confused.

"Huh?" Bobby said, "Don't know about the ghost town part. But, maybe he's planning on calling you. Doesn't want you to be able to trace him. And if you do, it's a false lead."

Dean nodded chewing his lip and called Missouri, she answered on the first ring.

"Bout time you called me back, I've been waiting forever."

"But you said you'd call me…"

"Don't sass me, boy… I knew you were going to call and I needed to search out more things. The boy is in Lawrence. He's biding his time until after dark. You need hurry. He'll be in the center of Stull Cemetery. Good luck, boy. Call me when you get the chance." She started to hang up but instead called out to Dean, "Oh, and Dean…"

Dean heart clinched tight with iron terror, he tried to answer but nothing came out. He closed his mouth, swallowed and tried again, "What?"

"He's going ask for John and Mary… when he seals that deal they will take him immediately."

"They wo…n't even give him the standard ten… ten years?" Dean stuttered out. I can't breathe… he thought, What if I don't make it in time?

"I'm sorry, honey. As soon as the deal is sealed she'll take him." Missouri said as gentle as she could. Dean just shut the phone. No goodbye, nothing.

Dean groaned, hitting his head on the back of the seat in frustration.

"What?" Bobby asked.

"He's going to ask for dad and… mom… for me. But they'll take him as soon as he seals the deal. God, Bobby… I gotta stop him!" Dean said, miserably.

A few minutes later, Bobby asked, "You said you've thought of making that deal."

"Yeah, sure." Dean said with a shrug. "Me… not Sammy…me… never Sammy…" Dean sighed, "But I didn't want to hurt Sammy by leaving him." Dean banged his head on the seat again, but now, Sammy thinks I'm gone… that he has nothing left. I don't want them back if it means loosing Sammy." A sob escaped… "Fucked up." Dean whispered.

An hour out of Lawrence Dean's phone rang, number unknown and Dean knows, it's Sam, so he answers. "Sammy?" He almost chokes on Sam's name.

"Dean!" Sam said in a faked cheery voice, "I wanted to let you know I met this girl at the bar and I'm… I'm staying the night at her house…" at the silence Sam rushes on, "I tried to call the house nobody's answering and Bobby's…"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE, SAMMY!" Dean was shaking so hard it was a wonder he kept hold of the phone. The shout startled Bobby so much the truck swerved as Bobby jumped.

"What?" Sam whispered, thinking he's found the box, he should have known. But Dean hadn't been in their room the last week, not once; he wasn't supposed to find it yet!

"DON'T. LIE. TO. ME!" Dean snarled, his fear coming across as anger.

"What are you talking about…? You don't believe…" Dean could hear Sam swallow before he continued, "That your little brother can score?" A brittle laugh.

"Oh, I have no doubt he can "score". That's just NOT. WHAT. YOU. ARE. DOING!" God, Dean was beyond pissed.

A deep bone weary sigh, "Dean, I didn't call to fight."

Dean clamped fingers onto the bridge of his nose with his free hand, closing his eyes. "And calling to say goodbye is any better?"

Silence…

"Sammy?" Dean asks, afraid he's hung up.

"Dean, I love ya, man." Sam says in a rush.

Dean popped off before he could reign in his mouth, "You sure have a piss poor way of showing it."

Silence…

"Damn it, Sammy. I didn't mean it! At least tell me where you are… so we can talk face to face." Dean said with a hint of desperation in his voice.

"No." Sammy said firmly.

"Sammy, come on… I at least deserve that much." Dean said, close to begging.

"Bye, Dean. I shouldn't have called…" Sam's voice radiating with sadness.

The hell with it, Dean thought, begging it is, "Please, Sammy! I love you… man, do you hear me?"

Silence…

"For me…" Dean threw in the killing shot.

Silence…

Softly, Sam told him, "It's always been for you…" Sigh, then, "Cold Oak. Crossroads."

Dean was stunned, "What? You're at Cold Oak? South Dakota? Why the hell would you be there?"

"Most haunted in the U.S…." Sam says quietly.

Damn kid was lying out his ass. Dean knew for a fact where the little shit was. Lawrence sure the hell wasn't in Cold Oak, South Dakota… Dean knew but he wasn't going to call him on it. "You'll wait for me?" Dean asked, but he already knew the answer to that question, too.

"Yes, always Dean." Sam replied earnestly.

"DON'T…" Dean's voice was still laced with anger, so he took a breath and started over, lowering his voice to a controlled level. "Don't do anything until I get there… please." Dean pleaded, struggled to say, all he really wanted to do was scream that he knew the truth and for Sam to stop lying to him.

"Alright, Dean." Sam barely whispered.

"I'm on my way… just stay until I get there… please." Dean was begging again- don't care, he thought. He needed to get thru to Sammy.

"Bye, Dean. Tell Bobby I love him too." Sam uttered in a voice that Dean could hardly hear.

"Sammy, I'm sorry… I'm sorry for being an ass! Please forgive me." Dean couldn't help it; he didn't want to stop talking. Once Sammy was off the phone he was steps closer to leaving for good.

"Dean… there's nothing to forgive… I'm not mad Dean." and Sam hung up with a sob. He knew if he didn't hang up right then, he would confess everything to Dean. Where he really was, what he was doing, where he was going to end up. He knew Dean felt responsible for him. It had been drilled into him his whole life. The life Dean wouldn't have had to live if he'd never been born. This… this one thing he could do for Dean. He'd killed his mother, his lover, he'd been driving the car that had almost killed Dean and ultimately took away the second most important person in Dean's life, dad. His most important person had been his mother, lost to him when he was only four.

So, Sam figured if his death could wipe all that away… good. He'd gladly hand it over, silver platter and all. Yeah, he felt bad for lying to Dean… by the time Dean learned he wasn't in Cold Oak and finally figured out Sam had lied to him. Sam would be gone and mom and dad back at Bobby's'. Yeah, it was scary… but Dean's happiness, WORTH IT. He drove around Lawrence in his stolen car, killing time, waiting for the time he could seal his fate and Dean's new future.

Dean silently stared unseeing at the road as they passed over it. "How much longer, Bobby?"

"About half an hour… ya alright, boy? What'd Sam say?"

Dean bit his lip, "He says he loves you."

Bobby choked, "Ah that little shit!"

"He lied to me, Bobby. He said he was in Cold Oak. If I didn't know better, I'd go there." With an anguished cry, he continued, "I'd go there... and I'd be too late… because." Dean felt the wave of panic hit again, and he snarled "the little fucker's in Lawrence, not Cold Oak!"

Bobby patted Dean's arm, "We'll make it… he won't be in a hurry, he won't be expecting us."

Dean had been chewing his nails for the last fifteen minutes. "Bobby." Dean said, rubbing his hands on his jeans.

"Um?" Bobby answered, concentrating on the road.

"I'm…" Dean picked at a loose thread, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Bobby sounded confused.

"I haven't spoken to anyone without snarling in weeks, and you took us in… and I…"

"Shut up, Dean."

Dean's eyes jerked to Bobby's face.

"It's what family does… no need for apologizing." and Bobby smiled gently at Dean. "Now let's go get that fool of a baby brother back for you."

As Sam drove his stolen car to Stull Cemetery he felt guilty that he had lied to Dean. Maybe one day Dean would… well, it was his fault dad was gone. He was going to fix it for Dean. When he was fifteen he'd considered this for dad and Dean, mostly for Dean. But he had promised Bobby he wouldn't, so he hadn't. Now he was breaking that promise.

It's not like he hadn't tried to talk to Dean. To ask him what he wanted. But then Dean had told him to handle his own fucking shit for once. So, he shut the car off, leaving the keys in the ignition. (Yep, he'd stolen a car from a dumbass that had left his car running when he ran into the gas station to get something. So, who was Sam to deny someone the chance at such a valuable learning experience?) So that is what he was doing, fixing his own shit. Dealing on his own. As selfish as it was, he wasn't bringing dad back for dad. He was doing it for Dean, getting his mom back was an added bonus.

Grabbing the small box off the passenger seat, he bowed his head and prayed. After everything to have Dean shut him out, hating him. He was done. There was nothing left. He was glad Dean was going to be in Cold Oak when this ended.

Then he turned and walked towards his crossroads.

Bobby stopped behind the only vehicle parked at the cemetery. The one parked just outside the gates. Dean was out of the truck before it came to a full stop, he hit the ground running. As Dean ran to the center of the cemetery he could see a couple of people standing, facing each other. "SAMMY!" Dean yelled, running faster.

TBC
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