The surprise of life

* * *       Yes… there was a time when Sam and I were constantly fighting, making fun of each other, completely not understanding what was ahead of us… Now, seeing and even knowing what we’ve all been through, I wouldn’t change the outcome of this whole story.I would have done the same thing if it wasn’t for the time when I kicked Sammy out to save him… which I almost always blame myself for my idiotic idea. — Do you know what else I probably regret?.. That I hadn’t thought of introducing Rachel to the others before, so it would have been easier for a 16-year-old girl… it would be easier to survive in this world inhabited by various mystical creatures… * * * Over the past few weeks, Dean has realized that he has almost no one left… Sam, deciding that his brother had finally lost his mind, not without the help of the label, of course, went to someone to find a solution to get rid of this filth, without even asking or consulting with his older brother.Cas?.. The angel was involved in a war in heaven against Raphael… Crowley?.. Satan himself, or rather, the general governor of Hell, stole from him after he realized that the newborn demon Dean was not subject to obedience… That’s how he was left alone… oh, yes. Mary…       About their mother is a separate topic. Almost leaving paradise, where is she Amara escaped, mom did not accept that her eldest son had become an evil spirit, and her hunting and rebellious emotions gushed out of the woman like a waterfall, and he came to what he left. Mary is sitting opposite him in the living room of the bunker of the Keepers of Knowledge . His mother didn’t seem to accept that he was a demon, although, given “Dean’s” memory and excellent mind, the big plus was that Sam and Cas were trying together to explain who or what Dean had become. But the woman who had been hunting since she was 10 years old didn’t believe anyone.And now, when there is no one next to him who could defend or explain what is good and what is bad.       And it was this moment that she seemed to be waiting so diligently for him that his mother only pretended to treat him as usual: — without condemnation and feelings of disgust, — she fooled everyone around her finger, deceiving.        — Hello? I see you’re okay, Mom. Even a little tipsy? Why would I? Has Sammy found a cure to get rid of the mark? Dean admitted, somehow interested and calmly, as if the muzzle of the colt wasn’t aimed at him to kill him forever. It was obvious that Mary was seriously surprised by the calmness of her eldest son. She gathered her courage and aimed the sight in the chapel at the chest in the heart area…        — You are not my son!.. And Sam?..the poor boy believed you that his older brother is really alive, and YOU are HIM… and yes, if you’re so interested There’s a demonic nit in you, then Sam called yesterday, although I was surprised he wasn’t so excited, and asked for advice.He met an ex-girlfriend and decided to give each other a chance one last time.       I don’t even know what I’ve decided, I haven’t called today yet.So while everything is quiet, I still decided… — while the woman was talking with obvious disgust, Dean realized that it was too early for him to die and have someone to live for, pressed the button on the bracelet three times and thought with his eyes closed that Cas would come here. .....................................10</ b> .......................................9</ b> ..................................8</ b> ..............................7</ b> .........................6</ b> ......................5</ b> - Wow, that’s cute)Did you think I would agree? Sorry, it won’t work, I know You’re a DEMON who decided to occupy my son’s body, DEADSon! ............4</ b>       “Sam?.. Sammy?.. where are you, little brother, when you are so needed? . ha. who am I kidding, he’s not up to me… Even if Cas didn’t come to the SOS call, what can I say…” — Dean just closed his eyes and turned off all emotions, sounds, stopped breathing — held his breath and just relaxed… he didn’t see a way out… even 1 out of 16 million 369 thousand variants of events… .........3</ b> .......2</ b> ….1 .0 - Mom? Mary, what are you doing?! Let go of the Colt! You can hurt Dean! harm your son!              “A familiar voice, so native, warm…       … but only with his mind turned off, Dean couldn’t remember who he belonged to…       He was too scared of the death of his beloved mother, as well as her betrayal, so he only thought about escaping from this place somewhere to California — even his brother would not have thought of finding him there!       - Mary, let go of the foal. — You can hurt him, we didn’t deceive you when we said that Dean is our dean, but with abilities.- another voice intervened, also familiar and so warm, what did it feel like?              “but he’s half a demon, isn’t he? And demons, as he knows, have no souls, they are walking corpses, but with brains and a cunning mind… OK. You’ll need to think about it later, at your leisure… heh. if he survives.”        — Shoot! Come on!.. I have nothing more to lose, no one needs me anyway, everyone has turned away from me.” Mary’s words about her younger brother immediately came to mind: “Even Sammy! my brother couldn’t accept me like this, so he went to Garth, deciding to kill me by getting rid of the mark, and after probably finding nothing, he dropped the whole thing and left you with the decision to go to that stoned vet!..       …COME ON!!! — at the end of his monologue, Dean screamed and opened his eyes, looking at the world with black eyes, closing his human side for a while, his such a vulnerable human shell… He was also watched by his mother, who decided to kill Dean. It’s funny, only when he saw the world in black and white, he realized that he got green eyes from his mother… I wonder if he inherited his stubbornness from his father? Darkness… . his eyes only darkened even more for a moment, and then he looked with some surprise at his chest, where a red liquid began to spread, smelled of rust and iron…what is it?..blood?..his?.the guy swayed, but stood, looking strangely at the wound, and touched his hand incredulously, taking his hand away, he saw blood on his fingers and immediately looked at Mary in surprise…              “she was still shooting” — flashed through Dean’s head. Then. The first realization came… “We need to leave, hide,” the mark told him. “your own mother still shot, she severely wounded you! " — shouted the still beating heart, which was trying to live. A little later, a rumor appeared. - Someone was shouting… loudly, heartbreakingly, asking someone to remove this traitor… until he finds out if the demon was angry. is it so?..So he’s not angry, not even a hint of rage.is is it hard for him? definitely. he sucks, is he dizzy for some reason, or is the room spinning around him?.. yes… anything… he definitely has nothing to lose…       Then there were memories…the past years? Here he was, dark-haired, heartbroken over the loss of his brother in that deep pit, came to some house and hugged a girl of eight or nine years old.And she’s so sweet, smiling and joking, trying to cheer him up with this…                                                                         *** “Dad, who is this guy? Rachel asked, bringing a photo of her and Sam standing outside a bar on the road, laughing in each other’s arms and looking at the camera.The photo was taken by Ellen, who decided to show off the camera that Joe had received. - This man is a very brave boy at heart. This guy’s name is Sam. And he’s my younger brother, your uncle,” seeing with what surprise Rey looked at the photo, he still decided. “You can take her if you want. - Thank you, Dad, I’ll put this photo on the shelf with my favorite books. The little girl replied and hugged him. “and Uncle Sam saved someone, didn’t he?” well, you said he was brave,” the girl answered her father’s dumb question. - Yes, he saved many, many people.And I’m proud of him, but I almost always blame myself for the fact that he saved everyone by sacrificing himself.       His curly-haired daughter still got up and got out of the embrace, serious beyond her years, and said in an adult voice: — If you had brought him back, he would probably have been angry. His death was not in vain, it was not for the sake of millions of people, but for the sake of the family, for you and Uncle Bobby. - Yes, thank you, Ray) What would I do without you? - I’d get drunk. — the daughter answered and, laughing, ran into the house when Jody called for dinner. And he was just sitting there, looking at the sky, thinking that the child clearly took after Sam.” Then when he saw Sam in his garage a year later.Alive and unharmed, only then realizing that a brother without a soul … This vile worm… green slime… dead Rufus… dead Samanuel. And much more, important and not so much.       Right now, right at this moment, he was feeling pain. There was pain in his heart, and he felt that someone was asking him to breathe, and he felt the wound saying that it was not healing.la yes, the bullet did not fly out, he feels it there, somewhere inside his chest, although past his heart. another millimeter and. damn.it hurts, the bullet burns.       I still intend to go somewhere far away from here, and even to that house with Rachel. Instinct, like the skin itself, is in collusion, it remains to condemn the head with brains that are not thinking from pain…       He rises to his feet… and he fell?.. Dean closed his eyes, concentrated in space and headed to his room on autopilot, he needed to take the necessary things and leave quickly.to teleport, his last strength will be gone… Someone was shouting after him, I wonder whose pleading voice is that?.. Dean carefully shrugged his shoulders, leaning on the wall with his left, and pressing his hand to the wound with his right, trying to mentally turn the bullet out of himself…       Opening the door, Dean immediately found his beloved and life-worn sports bag with his eyes, put it on the bed and put everything he needed there, he listened to the silence in the bunker and as quietly as demons can, he leaves, looking around the bunker, the house that for many years leth really was a home for him, not a 3-day rented motel… No one heard the door close and the Impala growled softly, which rolled away from here along the highway towards sunset, hiding and wrapping its owner in the cabin, who still managed to pull out a poisonous bullet in his room and was now trying to recover… He definitely won’t come here in the near future.He swears.