a/n: wow guys i'm really sorry about not updating for 2 days. the weekend just kind of got away from me, you know? well anyways, here it is. chapter 6. the final chapter in this story. and just to let you know, if there is interest, i am thinking about doing a sequel to this, about what happens to the brothers winchester after the battle with the ever present "thing" that killed their mother. but that story is still very much in the works, and not nearly ready to be written yet. but let me know if you see this story continueing in a possible sequel. and i want to thank everybody who took the time to read this story and review. it really means a lot to me. thanks for sticking with it! so now, read, review, and enjoy the final enstalment of Where were you?
Disclaimer: i still do not own them, but if wishes were horses...
Where were you?
"You want to hate me Sam? That's fine. Hell, I even understand. I have not been the father to either of you boys that you deserved. And if you don't want to do this for me, fine. Then do it for Dean. Give him the kind of closure he deserves. Do it for yourself. Do it for your mother, for your girlfriend. Bring this section of your life to a close. Get the revenge you've been looking for since your girlfriend was murdered. Alleviate the fear that you feel every time you wake up, afraid that you will see someone else you care about, like your brother, pinned to the ceiling, dying. Do this so that this thing can't hurt anybody ever again. I am not asking you to do this for me. I am asking you to do this because I am not strong enough to kill this thing by myself."
The silence in the room was deafening. Nobody said a word. Sam and John just stared each other down. Dean noticed that the furniture had stopped flying around the room. Sam broke eye contact first, and looked at Dean. As Dean locked eyes with his brother, he tried to convey what he was thinking simply through the look. Dean wanted to go with their father, to kill the thing that had killed his mother. He had been training for this his entire life. But if Sam decided to turn his back on their father, like John had done to them so many times before over these last few months, then Dean didn't think that he would have the heart to go off with John and leave Sammy all alone to face his demons, both physical and emotional. Because everything that Sam had said to their father had been true. He did abandon them. He never came when they needed him. For all intents and purposes, it seemed that John Winchester did not care about the two of them until he needed them to help him with something. But Dean still loved him, and still remembered, if only vaguely what their life had been like before mom was killed, and hoped that someday their father would be able to go back to the man that he once was. And if doing this hunt with him was a step in that direction, than Dean was willing to go. But Dean was going after this thing with his whole family or not at all. That was non-negotiable. Sam again broke eye contact and turned back to look at his father. When he spoke, his voice was soft and low, and Dean found that hearing Sam like this was more frightening than listening to him yelling at their father.
"You told me once that if I waked out the door to not bother returning, because I would no longer be welcome as a member of your family. Well this is it. After we do this, we are finished, you and I. I want nothing to do with you. I am doing this for Dean. And for Jess. And for Mom. Not for you. You stopped being an important figure in my life a long time ago."
Dean looked over at their father. John showed no emotion what so ever. Dean wondered if he even cared about what Sam had just said, and found that he wouldn't be at all surprised if Sam's statement hadn't really fazed him at all.
"Alright Sam. Thank you." was all he said.
"Don't thank me, I told you I'm not doing this for you." He walked over to where their bags lay, abandoned on the ground, and picked his up. He removed the shotgun that he carried there, checked that it was loaded, and cocked it. He lifted it up and brought it to rest on his right shoulder, his bag slung across he left. He turned to face Dean and his father, his face hard and cold.
"Let's get going. We've got work to do."
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