The Family Business [Supernatural] {1}

22.3 Blood, Sweat and Tears

  Night had fallen by the time Dean got us to the cabin and we got Dad inside, Sam was bloody and bruised but other why he was okay. Dean and I led Dad to a room and laid him down, rest was the only thing we could think of until the drugs wore off.

We walked back to Sam to see he was pouring salt along the window sill. He looked at us and then back to finish the job, "How is he?" He asked. "He just needed a little rest, that's all," Dean replied, "How are you?"

Sam finished, "I'll survive." Then he turned around to us, "Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?" I shrugged, "Don't know."

"I don't think so. I mean, we couldn't have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up," Dean said. "Yeah," Sam agreed and looked at me for a moment, "Hey, uh . . . Scar." I looked at him. "You, um . . . you saved my life back there."

I nodded and Dean looked at me before back at Sam, "So, I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?" He said with a small smirk.

"Man, I'm trying to thank our sister here," Sam said, but he had a small smile. I smiled slightly at both my brothers and glanced at Sam, "You're welcome," I said and Sam gave a small nod.

I sighed as Sam walked across the room. "Hey, guys?" I started, making my brothers to look at me. "Yeah?" Dean asked.

"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there," I said, looking at the floor. "You didn't have a choice, Scar," Sam said softly.

"Yeah, I know. But . . . That's not what bothers me," I admitted. "Then what does?" Sam asked as he sat beside me and Dean sat on my other side.

I shook my head, "Killing that guy . . . I just . . . I didn't hesitate, I didn't even flinch. For you two or Dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it's just, uh . . . it scares me sometimes," I admitted, felling their eyes on each side oh me, staring at me but I didn't look at them.

"It shouldn't." We looked up to see Dad walking in, looking right at me. He nodded, "You did good." I frowned slightly, "You're not mad?" I asked. "For what?" He asked. "Using a bullet," I said, nervously.

"Mad? No, I'm proud of you," Dad said, making me confused but I didn't show it. He smiled slightly. "So no, I'm not angry at you, baby girl. I'm always proud," He said softly.

"Thanks," I said. Suddenly, the wind picked up as the lights started to flicker as we all looked up at the lights before moving to the window and Dad looked out of it before back to us, "It found us. It's here."

"The demon?" Sam asked. "Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door," Dad ordered. "I already did it," Sam conformed. "Well, check it, okay?" Dad said. "Okay," Sam said and rushed out of the room.

"Dean, you got the gun?" Dad asked. "I got it," I said. "Okay, give it to me," Dad said, holding his hand out. "Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation. It disappeared," Dean pointed out as I pulled the Colt out of my jeans. "This is me. I won't miss," Dad said and looked at me. "Now, the gun, hurry."

I glanced at Dad, frowning before back at the gun that was in my hands. I didn't knew why . . . But I had a bad felling about it. I glanced at Dean and met his eyes, we both thought the same thing.

"Scar, please," Dad said but Dean pulled me with him a few steps backwards. "Give me the gun. What are you guys doing?" Dad asked. "He'd be furious," Dean said. "What?" Dad asked, frowning.