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Bridging The Past	By : IdrilsSecret Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2 – Disintegration
Sun knifed through the window, striking my face and waking me. Something wasn’t right. Half of the bed was cold, like no one had been there for a while. I sat straight up, sleep leaving me instantly, and looked around the room. Empty beer bottles were scattered around, an uneaten bag of burgers on the table, my duffle bag on the floor next to the dresser where I put it yesterday, but no Aiden … and his stuff was gone too. I flew out of bed, naked, and rushed to the window, pushing the curtains back. Sun blinded me, and I squinted against the harassing light. His car was gone … he was gone … nothing.
Panic set in. My skin prickled. Where was he? My eyes scanned the room again, defiant to believe that he was actually gone. That’s when I spotted a folded piece of paper on the nightstand. My heart was dropping as I approached it. I picked it up and sat on the edge of the bed, held it between my fingers for what felt like forever, and finally opened it. I had to force myself to open my eyes.
Dean,
I’m so sorry to do this to you. I know you said you can put it all behind and move on, but I can’t do that so easily. There are loose ends that need tying up. I have to put things to rest first, and you know what that is. I want a shot at normal. I want to be with you, to love you back, and I can’t give myself to you fully unless I deal with my past first. I hope you understand why, and that you’ll forgive me.
Hopefully still yours,
Aiden
I just sat there, numb from head to toe, filling with anger towards him, towards myself, this fucked up life we lived. That anger came bursting forth when I knocked everything on the nightstand to the floor. The lampshade ripped, the bulb broke, the digital clock started blinking 12:00. A beer bottle spilled its half drunken contents onto the rug as it rolled beneath the bed.
“Damn it, Aiden!” I yelled.
He’d gone after Riley, and left me with no way to follow him, but if he thought that would stop me, he didn’t know me so well. I gathered my stuff, making sure I had everything I needed for a vamp hunt. Looking in my bag, I pulled out a syringe full of blood, and I shook my head.
“Aiden, you stupid bastard,” I complained to no one.
It was dead man’s blood, and we each had one, but I knew for a fact that Aiden had used his a few jobs back. We never got the chance to replenish his, and I was hoping he’d remembered and took mine. Now it was imperative that I find him. There were ways to kill a vampire, but the only fool proof way was to inject him with the blood of a dead person, and Aiden had none. This was a dangerous situation. He wasn’t just going after any vamp. This was personal, and I feared that his emotions would get the best of him.
* * * * *
I hotwired a car and took off from the motel. I had a good idea of where Aiden had gone, and when I got there, I found his car parked a little ways from the place. It was an old abandoned brick building, probably a mill or factory of some sort. The telltale signs were there that suggested this was a nest, mainly the blacked out windows. It was daytime, no doubt they’d be sleeping. I went around the building and found an unlocked door in the back. As I silently made my way through the place, I noticed that this didn’t look like the typical nest. It was too empty, not enough evidence of multiple people living here. If it wasn’t for Aiden’s car outside, I would have thought I had the wrong place. There were long racks with big wooden spools on them, strange looking rusted machines with rods and wheels. I came across some kind of machine shop, where they probably fixed the equipment, and found an invoice … Watson Silks. There was an old calendar hanging on the wall, curtesy of S.P. Hughes Insurance Company. The year, 1968. Someone didn’t continue their coverage, I thought to myself.
I heard movement across the way and ducked down under the bench. When I thought the coast was clear, I went in the direction of the disturbance until I heard distant voices speaking to each other. One I recognized right away as Aiden’s. The other, I wasn’t sure, until I got close enough to hear what they were saying.
“Why did you leave me, Aiden? Why didn’t you come back for me?” said the unfamiliar voice. Riley’s voice.
“I got scared. You knew I’d never been on a vamp hunt before. And then they grabbed you, and I knew I had to get away if there was any chance of getting you back,” Aiden pleaded.
“But you never came, and she used me,” Riley said in a venomous tone. “It was horrible being fed off of like livestock. I waited as long as I could for you to come back, but when you didn’t show, I just wanted to die. Mother would never let that happen though. She said she loved me too much to see me dead, so she turned me into the undead.”
I peeked around the edge of one of the machines, and found Aiden and Riley sitting on the floor, side by side as they talked. I wasn’t sure what Aiden was up to, but I knew I couldn’t do anything at the moment, so I listened and waited. The opportunity would show itself eventually, and I would be ready.
“I’ve been searching for you ever since,” Aiden admitted. “I’ve been hunting vamps and interrogating some of them. That’s how I found out about your colony. I was tracking you when I came across the nest at the old steel plant. I thought it was you, and instead I found your mother.”
“Yes, I heard. The place burned down, most of the colony destroyed along with it.” Riley paused. “She got away though, did you know that?”
“No, but my partner thought that might be the case,” Aiden answered, and I couldn’t help notice that he called me a partner, nothing to suggest otherwise.
“Dean Winchester,” Riley said, and I gasped.
“But how did you–?”
“I have been watching out for you, Aiden. I knew you were following me. That’s why I always tried to stay a step or two ahead of you. That’s why I allowed my mother to take my colony away from me. And that’s why I’m alone now.”
“I still found you though,” Aiden said.
“And what will you do to me now, sever my head?” Riley said without any enthusiasm. Perhaps he wanted to die.
“The truth? I thought I owed you that much. I couldn’t save you from your mother. I couldn’t keep you from being turned. So I thought, the least I could do was give you peace.”
“And why haven’t you, then?” Riley asked. “Come on, Aiden. I’m alone. I’ve lost my colony. I’m an easy target, yet here you sit, talking to me as though I’m still human.”
“If I didn’t think there was anything human left within you, I would have killed you hours ago. But the fact that we are still talking proves my intuition. There’s still good left in you, that part of you I fell in love with. It’s still there. Let me help you, Riley. Maybe there’s a cure or something.”
“It’s too late for me. My only chance at being saved passed as soon as I fed from my first victim.”
“Come with me, and we’ll figure this out together,” Aiden begged. “It doesn’t have to be human blood.”
“I’ve tried animals, and though it sustains me, it’s nothing in comparison to humans.”
“Then I’ll rob blood banks, or sneak into hospitals. I don’t know. I’ll figure something out.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. All this time, I thought Aiden and I had something real, and I find out that he never stopped loving Riley. I should have known. I should have figured it out sooner, but I was still learning. I opened up and told him that I loved him, but it never would have mattered. Aiden’s heart belonged to Riley, and it didn’t matter who he was or what he had become. I never stood a chance in his eyes, and my heart was breaking.
“Aiden, you have to go. You have to leave and never look for me again. Just let me be, please,” Riley said.
“But I love you.”
“You love someone I used to be. I’m not that person anymore. You know as well as I that we can never have what we once had. It will never work now. I’m a monster. You’re a hunter. Forget about me, Aiden.”
“I just found you, and now I have to let you go again.” Aiden suddenly took Riley into his arms and hugged him, sobbing against his shoulder. I had a clear view of Riley’s face from my hiding spot. He looked hurt and sad. I even started feeling bad for the guy. He held Aiden against him, eyes closed, rubbing his back, comforting him, whispering something that I couldn’t hear, something I didn’t want to hear. A part of me wished Aiden loved me like that. And even as I had these thoughts, I was already planning how I would kill Riley. After all, he was right. He was a monster, and that would never change. It had to be done, and if Aiden couldn’t do it . . .
Suddenly, Riley’s eyes opened, and they were dark with the bloodlust. He’d been too close to Aiden for too long. They’d been in that position for longer than normal. Aiden, who I thought was sobbing, taking heaving breaths, was actually struggling against the other. Shit, Riley was feeding. Shit, shit, shit!
I pulled my knife and jumped out from behind the machine. Riley, taken by surprise, pushed Aiden to the floor and leapt up with cat-like grace. Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth as he hissed at me. I wasn’t thinking clearly, and acted out irrationally as I charged Riley. I swung my knife at his neck, but I missed. He was too fast, especially having just fed. All his energy was restored, and when he came at me, he pushed me and I went flying across the room. The knife came out of my hand, and disappeared beneath one of the spool racks. I hit my head and was seeing stars as Riley stomped towards me. He picked me up off the floor and threw me. An old wooden table broke and I crashed to the ground. As I laid there, I spied a screwdriver with a long shaft and grabbed it. Riley was above me again, but this time when he picked me up, I shoved the screwdriver into his chest. I knew it wouldn’t kill him, but it would slow him down, and possibly give me enough time to find my knife. I could see its shiny blade beneath the rack, and dashed off towards it. I shoved my arm into the dark space and it was just barely in my reach. My fingertips brushed the handle, so I stretched until I thought my shoulder would pop out of joint. Finally, I had it, and just in time. Riley had pulled the tool from his chest and was coming at me again. I jumped to my feet and held my knife in an attack position, when I suddenly felt something heavy hit the back of my head, and everything faded to black.
* * * * *
I woke up some time later, my head pounding, sitting on the floor, my hands behind my back where I found that I was tied to a metal beam. Everything was a blur at first. When my eyes adjusted, I saw Riley standing next to Aiden, rolling down his shirtsleeve, and caught a glimpse of a knife mark on his arm. Aiden smiled at him, and there was blood on his lips. I felt bile rise and forced it back down. Aiden had taken Riley’s blood. He was on his way to becoming a vampire. All he had to do was feed when the hunger struck him, and I knew it wouldn’t be long.
“And now we can always be together?” Aiden asked him.
“For eternity,” Riley said, kissing him.
“Aiden,” I called. “What have you done?”
“Ah, he’s awake,” Riley said, strolling over towards me. He kicked me in the side and I doubled over. Then he crouched down so we were at eye level. “Thought you’d kill me?” he said, flashing my knife around.
“I’m not done yet,” I seethed, and he laughed.
“It’s going to be difficult with your hands tied behind your back. Actually, there’s a reason why you’re still alive. You can thank Aiden for that.”
I turned my attention back to Aiden, and looked at him pleadingly. “Don’t do this. Aiden, after everything we’ve been through . . .”
“I tried, Dean. I really tried, and I meant what I told you. But when I found Riley … well … all those feelings I had buried came flooding back to me, and I realized that I could never stop loving him. I’m so sorry.”
“Then let me go,” I said, connecting with him. I could see traces of the man I thought I was falling in love with. He wasn’t turned yet. There was still a chance.
“It’s too late, Dean,” Aiden said.
“Yes, you’re too late,” Riley smiled. “He’s mine. As a matter of fact, he’s always been mine, no matter what you thought you had.”
“Riley, don’t,” Aiden interrupted, but it went unnoticed.
“No, he needs to know what we meant to each other, and what we mean to each other now. He’s not one of us, Aiden. He’s weak. He’s mortal.”
“I’m not like you either,” Aiden argued.
Riley faced him, his fingers grasping Aiden’s chin. “You’re not like me, yet, but you will be soon.” He got up and went away for a moment, giving me a chance to talk to Aiden alone.
“This isn’t the answer,” I told him. “You know it. Deep down you know this is wrong. Do you really want to become like him? I thought you wanted normal.”
“I do want it, Dean. I asked you for it. I begged you, but you turned me down.”
“Neither one of us is good for you,” I said calmingly. “Neither one of us is normal, but at least I’m human. Riley is a monster. He’s leading you down a path you can’t come back from.”
“It’s already too late.”
“No, not yet. You haven’t fed yet. Listen, I think there might be help for you. I’m not sure, but my dad would know. And if he doesn’t know, he can find out.” I’d heard rumors of a cure for vampirism but I’d never actually seen it. “You have to help me get out of here first, and I promise I’ll fix you.”
He was really considering it. I could see it in his eyes as they darted around the room. Meanwhile, I noticed that the beam I was tied to had square edges, and I started rubbing the rope against it. It was slow going though, and I didn’t think I had much time left. Then I noticed Aiden’s eyes change. They were red, as though blood was leaking from his pupils. He covered his ears with his hands, and looked like he was in pain. It was starting. Before too long, fangs would sprout down from his gums. All of his senses would be heightened to an unbearable degree. And the last part would be the hunger.
“What’s happening to me?” Aiden cried.
“It’s the change. It’s happening already, but you have to resist it.” I kept rubbing the rope vigorously. I had to get free and get Aiden away from here. And I had to kill Riley. I scanned the room and saw a flash of silver on the workbench across the way. My knife, I needed to get to it first. Fortunately, Riley was stupid enough not to look through the inner pockets of my jacket. I still had the syringe of blood hidden away. A plan formed in my head. I knew what I was going to do. “Help me get free, Aiden, please. I’ll tell you what. Help me get out of these binds, and I’ll get you out of here. We’ll find a cure and we’ll get out of the hunting business.” That got his attention, and Aiden focused long enough to hear what I had to say.
“But you said–”
“I know what I said, but I’ve had time to think about it. We’ll leave. We’ll go somewhere far from all of this, get regular jobs, get an apartment, save up, maybe buy a house in the suburbs. We’ll make a real go of it. We’ll be normal. We’ll be so fucking normal that everyone will think we are the most boring couple they’ve ever met.”
Aiden had tears in his eyes and laughed a little at my comment. “You won’t be happy like that.”
“I will. I’ll be happy because I’ll have you. I’m in love with you Aiden Somers.”
He nodded in agreement, convinced by my lies. Only one thing I told him was the truth. I really did love him. Aiden looked around and found a piece of broken glass. He was struggling with his heightened senses, his face showing the agony he was in, but he still managed to help me. He knelt down behind me, and started cutting the thick rope with the glass, but his movements slowed. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I didn’t like the feeling I was getting. “You’re doing good, Aiden,” I encouraged, but I felt him stop, and his breath fell upon my neck.
“I can hear it,” he whispered, lost in his senses. “I can hear the blood pulsing through your veins. I can almost smell it.”
“Aiden, listen to me very carefully. You must resist any temptations. It’s going to be difficult, but if you want that shot at normal, you have to control your urges,” I demanded.
“I … don’t know … if … I can,” he said, struggling with himself. Then I heard the glass clink on the floor, and Aiden was running away from me.
The first thing I did was stretch my fingers, feeling around for the glass. Luckily it was within reach. I picked it up and continued cutting. The rope felt like it was more than half way severed. Aiden was cowering in a corner, doubled over, the pain became too much. Soon he would be overcome by the hunger. Instinct would tell him that he needed to feed and end the suffering … and I would be his first meal.
Just then, I heard the creaking of a metal door open and close, a muffled cry of a woman, and Riley telling her to shut up and cooperate. He came into view with his victim, some poor bystander that he’d snatched up off the street. The woman was dirty, and her hair was mangled. She was a homeless woman, and more than likely, her disappearance would go unnoticed. Riley was being discreet with how he picked his victims, but she was still a human being, no matter what her situation was. Knowing that son of a bitch, he probably thought he was doing the world and her a favor. He threw her to the floor, and I noticed that her hands were bound behind her back, a piece of duct tape across her mouth. She looked frantically around the room and saw me, panic in her eyes. I watched Riley as he went to Aiden and helped him up. He smiled in the most loving way. Perhaps he really did still harbor feelings for Aiden, but he was twisted and evil, and he was pulling Aiden down into the muck along with him.
“Aiden,” he whispered, cupping the younger man’s face. “Look at you. You are so beautiful in this form.”
“It hurts, Riley,” Aiden cried.
“I know, but it’s almost over, and then you’ll feel incredible. You just need to feed, darling, and I’ve got your first meal right here.” I thought he was going to show Aiden the woman, but he pointed to me instead.
“No,” Aiden shook his head. “I … I can’t.”
“Oh, but you will when the urge strikes you. This one,” he said, pointing to the woman, “is for me. I didn’t want you to have to dine alone, not for your first time.” Riley walked up to me, towering above, looking down. “And besides, you will have the better meal. There’s nothing like youthful, vibrant blood.”
“Think again your bloodsucking asshole,” I murmured, and pulled on my binds. The rope snapped apart and I kicked my leg out, knocking Riley to the floor. While he was down, I jumped up and ran to the bench where I’d see my knife. I was almost there when I felt Riley grab me and throw me across the room. I landed on a stack of barrels, and struggled to get back up. Looking quickly around the room, I saw that Aiden was gone. I didn’t trust him to stay out of this fight. Last time I wrestled with Riley, Aiden knocked me out, but I didn’t see him anywhere.
“It hurts, Dean. It hurts so bad,” I heard him cry out, but I didn’t see him.
“Aiden!” I yelled. “Get out of here! Get in your car and just go! I’ll find you!”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Riley seethed, finally getting to me, but I had gotten to my feet. I threw a fist and punched him in the jaw. He reeled backwards, but it didn’t do anything to hurt him. It just bought me enough time to put a slight amount of distance between us. I eyed the workbench, and lined myself up, because I knew Riley would throw me again. I just needed him to throw me in the right direction. It worked, but it cost me, as he punched me in the eye. Then he threw me and I landed close to my target. Jackpot! While he was coming towards me, I lunged for my knife, and as I spun around to meet my opponent, I swung with all my might. At first, I thought I’d missed. Riley just stood there with a blank expression on his face. And then, in slow motion, his head tilted to the side and tumbled from his body, which then collapsed to the floor. Riley was dead.
It all happened so fast, I didn’t realize that I had been hit with a spray of blood until I wiped my hand across my face, thinking it was sweat. It was warm, but it was sticky, and when I looked at my hand, I saw red. Next, I remembered to breathe, and inhaled deep. It felt like forever before the ringing in my ears stopped and time returned to its usual pace. Aiden, my mind screamed, and I ran back to the center of the room. I searched wildly for Aiden, and realized the woman was gone too. Relief washed over me quickly, as I figured Aiden did as I said, but he took to woman to safety too. I started for the door. I was almost there. I would open it and find Aiden with the woman. We’d get in his car and get out of there, take the woman to a shelter, tell her never to mention any of this to anyone. Then we would find that cure. It all played out in my head as I approached that door, but movement caught my eye, and made me look to the side. My vision of our future slipped away, and like the bridge that collapsed, it started … the first crack in the concrete, the first rusty bolt.
He was hunched over her twitching body, the sound of sucking and slurping unmistakable. His back was to me, but it didn’t matter. I knew what he’d done and I was too late. The pain became too much. No one was there to tell him to ignore it. He gave into his hunger. Aiden was a vampire.
The knife slipped from my hand and made a metal clang on the concrete floor of the silk mill. Not but five feet from where I stood was the outside world, freedom. But to my right was my next job. I bowed my head in defeat. “Oh Aiden, what have you done?”
“Dean,” he whispered. “I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t hold off anymore. The pain, it was like a million daggers stabbing my stomach. But now … oh Dean.” He stood straight and tall, turning to me, slowly walking towards me, and I carefully reached into my jacket pocket. “Now I feel so strong. It’s amazing. Sound, smell, taste … sight … if you only knew what this felt like.”
I didn’t want to fight him. The last thing I wanted was to have to fight him, because I feared that I would let him win. No, I had to do this discreetly without his knowledge. “Explain it to me,” I told him.
He continued to close in on me. “Like you, for example. I smell you perfectly, your sweat, your blood, even the cheap motel soap you used. I still smell us, from last night.” He paused and smiled. “You were magnificent. You always are, but imagine how it must feel now.”
“But I don’t know. I’m not like you,” I said in a monotone voice.
“I can fix that. I can make you like me, and together we will be untouchable, invincible, dauntless. We don’t have to be boring or normal. We can just be free of everything,” he said enthusiastically.
I forced a smile, but I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. “It sounds wonderful, Aiden.”
“Oh, but it is. Just wait and see. It only hurts for a little while, but I’ll be there for you,” he said, closing the distance. Then he saw the blood, and furrowed his brow. “Are you hurt?” he asked. It was so strange how he had forgotten all about Riley. He never even asked me about him, which I feared he would. If he knew I decapitated him, he might get angry and try to kill me. But Riley seemed to have slipped from Aiden’s mind.
“Come closer,” I said. “Kiss me once more before we do this.”
Aiden took me in his arms, and looked deep into my eyes. I did everything in my power to hide the pain. I focused on my love for him, and it was enough to make him smile. “I’m sorry, Dean,” he said, catching me off guard.
“For what?” I kept the suspicion out of my voice, just in case he knew what I was up to.
“Last night, back at the motel, you told me you loved me, but I never gave you a reply. I was still unsure then.”
“Aiden, you don’t have to–”
“No, I do. I was confused, and when I found Riley, I thought I was seeing clearly, but it wasn’t until now that I know what my heart wants. Dean … I love you too. I really do.” He covered my lips with his, and for that solitary moment, he was the Aiden I loved. I wished we could never leave that time capsule. And as I thought of how handsome he was, how brave and funny he was, my hand slipped out of my jacket and around the back of his neck.
“I love you too, Aiden,” I said, and the tears fell down my face as the needle slid into his vein. I slowly pressed the plunger down, and felt my lover weaken. He never knew what I’d done, because he was so wrapped up in his love for me. We slid to the floor, five feet from the door, from freedom that Aiden would never know. I held him to me and kissed the top of his head, and told him several more times of my love for him.
It was a lethal dose, meant to kill quickly, but it was never meant for Aiden. The only alternative would have been my knife, and I knew the moment I saw him leaning over that poor woman’s body that I’d never find the internal strength to kill him in that fashion. Aiden deserved a peaceful death, and the thought made me sob aloud as his body started convulsing. The blood I injected was like poison to his system. Everything would begin shutting down, and then he’d be gone.
What Aiden deserved was a normal life, but he never had one, did he? His father abused him when he was young, hit him, beat him until he couldn’t walk. That was bad enough, but then he had to go and witness the supernatural. If not for that, he never would have met Riley, who used him by seducing him into the hunting business. And then Aiden and I met, and I’m not innocent either. It was now that I realized I used him to keep from feeling lonely. Yes, he was a great hunter, but like he admitted to me, his heart was never in it. He was just a killing machine, hunting vampires, looking to tie up loose ends in order to move on and live his life normally. I could have helped him do that, but for the fact that hunting was in my blood. I could never have given him normal except to set him free, but I was afraid to be alone. I thought I could do it on my own. I thought I didn’t need my dad, or my little brother. I was wrong, and I used Aiden to fill that void. So it wasn’t a peaceful death that Aiden deserved. He didn’t deserve death at all. It was the rest of us who pushed and pulled and sent him down his path. It was never his choice. His choice had always been to be normal, from the time he was a young child until now, and no one, not even me, could give that to him.
I heard the last breath slowly leave his body. It was the only way to know he was truly gone. His heart stopped beating the moment he fed on that woman. Tonight, Aiden Somers died twice, once for the monster, and once for the hunter. We were all to blame, and I was the last one to carry that burden.
I held his lifeless body in my lap, and cried shamelessly, ugly crying with snot and drool, and hot tears soaking into the collar of my jacket. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I repeated until my throat felt raw, and my eyes were swollen and red. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, but I knew it was a long time. Eventually, I got myself together enough to finish the job. Aiden might have died a monster, but he would get a hunter’s send off.
I left him lying on the cold floor and went outside, finally tasting the freedom that the door held back, but now it was bitter. Another crack in the bridge, another rusty bolt. It would go unnoticed again. The old mill was overgrown by trees and bushes, enough material to build a proper pyre. When I was done, I brought Aiden out and laid him on top of the pile of wood. I had syphoned some gas from Aiden’s car and used it as fuel to get the fire burning fast and hot, lit a book of matches and tossed it. Then I stood by and watched my friend, my partner, my lover burn until the flames consumed him. As I did, I never shed another tear, but the hurt, the regret, and the guilt attached itself to my soul. This was my fault, I told myself, my burden to carry, my bane. And that’s when I began to tell myself that I was not a worthy man. That would stay imprinted upon my heart for years to come, and it wouldn’t begin to lift until I met Castiel, for he was the only one who saw all the cracks and the rust. He was the only one who said the bridge would collapse. And when it did, it was Cas who was there to pick up the pieces and say, let’s build a better bridge this time. It was always Cas, even before I knew about him.
Back at the motel, I found the message light blinking on the phone. It was Bobby. Sammy had a nightmare, thought I had died. He had always had bad dreams since I could remember, and sometimes they held some truth to them, which was why Bobby called. This latest one was true to a degree. A part of me died tonight, burning with Aiden on the pyre.
I called Bobby back, even though it was late in the night. Told him I was out on a job, but everything was fine. He put my brother on the phone, and the relief in his voice warmed me. “I’m coming home,” I told him before I hung up. Then I called my dad.
“Hi Dad.”
“Hey Son, everything alright?”
“Yeah, well … no.”
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asked urgently.
“No, it’s not me, I’m fine. It’s … it’s my partner, Aiden. He, uh … we came across a nest and … and–” I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.
“Where are you?” he asked, and I gave him directions.
“I’m coming now. I’ll be there in a couple hours.”
“Dad?”
“Yes, Son.”
“I want to go to Bobby’s for a while. I want to be with Sammy. He had another dream.”
“Anything you want, Dean. I’ll be there soon.”
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