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help but let a small feeling of helplessness fill me. There was no helping this guy. Even with a little of the Gofer Dust that George had given us, those Hell Hounds were going to get him. They were going to get Sylvia, if they hadn't already, and they were going to get George. There was no stopping this. It was just the way things had to be.
I saw where Dean was getting his idea from. There was no way to fix this. They had made their choices. Now, as the saying goes, it was "coming back to bite them in the ass." Sam, as usual, saw this in my eyes. How could he look me in the eye like that? It was a little comforting that he didn't shy away from me.
"What's wrong?" he asked. I shook my head. "It's nothing really," I said. "I was just thinking that these people are beyond our help. There's no way to stop the Hounds. It's just the hand that Fate dealt them." I wasn't much of a philosopher, I'll admit that now. And, between you and me, I don't care. I only say what I mean.
"We still have to try, Ares," Sam muttered.
"Sam, there is no help for them, don't you see? No matter what we do, if we kill this Demon or exorcise it, there will be another to take its place. And another to take its place. It's just a never-ending cycle." I turned my attention on Dean. "Is that what you're planning? Use the Colt? Or are you just going to exorcise it and see what happens?"
"How do you know that we've got the Colt?" Dean asked. He was getting suspicious, but I didn't care. I was on a rant, and I didn't plan to stop.
"Every Hunter knows who has the Colt. Elkins had it, then your dad got it from him, and you got it from John. We know. That's not the point, what is

your plan?"
Sam looked at Dean, and it was obvious that he was the one who usually came up with plans like this. "I don't know," he said with a sigh. I gave an exasperated groan. "That's genius, Dean," I said bitterly. "Like I said, there's nothing you can do to fix this!"
"Are you always a cynic like this?" Sam asked.
"Cynic? I'm not being a cynic, I'm being a realist! Like George said, 'sometimes you make your bed, then you just have to sit and lie in it.' I'm taking his advice here."
"Still, we're Hunters, it's our job to try."
"Sam, there are just some things that you can't help with." I sat back in the backseat and folded my arms. I was fuming, I know, but Sam wasn't seeing my point. There was no way

to do anything about this. No way. And I was trying to get Sam to see that. Dean, finally, broke the silence. "I know we can't stop them, but maybe we can find who holds the contracts and kill them."
"And you think the Demon will just give you that? It won't. It will love the fact that this is torturing you, and it will tease you with the info until you cave and make a deal with it."

Chapter Nine

We got to Hudson's house, and we noticed that the study light was on. Thinking that we were demons, Evan slammed the door on us and ran into his study. Sam and Dean broke down the door and went into the study. After convincing him that we weren't demons, I asked him, "what did you ask for? Fame, money, or was it a beautiful wife?"
Evan told me, "my wife. She was dying of cancer, and I begged the demon to save her." A lump formed in my throat. He did something so selfless. Dean, however, didn't see it that way. "You idiot!" he said. "Don't you know that you can't cheat Death?" Evan didn't have time to respond because there were growls coming from the hallway. "Go," Sam said. "Put some of the Gofer Dust out there to buy us some time, OK?" Dean nodded and rushed out. "Sam, they're here," I muttered. I could smell the sulfur coming off of them, I could hear their growls, and my blood ran cold. I think it's because of our enhanced senses, but Skinwalkers are able to see

them. They're hideous. If you don't know what a Hell Hound looks like, trust me: You don't want

to know.
Dean came back into the room. "Try and hold them off," he said. "I'm going to Lloyd's to try and get the Demon to call them off."
"That's a bad idea," I said. "You'll get yourself killed!"
"I agree with Ares," Sam said. "Besides, you shouldn't. You're always thinking that Dad made a deal. What if it lies to you and says that he did?"
"I'll deal with it if that happens. I'm going whether you like it or not, Sam." He ran out before we could protest any more. Sam laid down a circle of Gofer Dust around Evan. "No matter what you see or hear," I told him. "You can't step outside of this circle. It'll buy you some time."
"S-some?" he asked. "I'm still going to die?"
"No, this is mainly to buy time for our partner to get things handled," I assured him. I could hear the Hound getting closer, and I could see the saliva dripping from its ugly muzzle. I clutched at Sam's arm. "Sam," I whispered. "It's not backing off!" He held my hand, and I felt a surge of warmth. We stepped inside the circle with Evan, and suddenly, it was over. The Hound was gone, and we were left standing in the room in a circle of Gofer Dust. Sam looked at me. I nodded. "It's gone," I said. I couldn't smell or hear it, and I surely couldn't see it. Thank Goddess for small miracles.


Later, we were sitting on the hood of the Impala, and Dean took a swig out of a beer bottle. "Dad did make a deal, Sammy," he said out of nowhere. "He should have gone down fighting, not bargaining with the damned things." I felt like I should go, but Sam took my hand and shook his head slightly. He didn't want me to leave. That made me feel so good. I was wanted by someone.
"Look," I said. "I knew the old man, and he saved so many people. That was his legacy. Not that he was an ex-marine, hard ass. If you want to carry on his legacy, use what he taught you to save people. I wish I had a dad that had done that for me." Dean smiled, one of his only smiles in my direction. I felt like part of their family, and it was a good feeling. Sam's hand was where mine belonged, and I figured that I could even learn to laugh at Dean's jokes.
"You've got to go now, don't you?" Dean asked. I shook my head. "I think that I could stay for a while," I said as Sam smiled at me. "You guys are entertaining." Dean laughed. I was thinking to myself that maybe Dean wanted me around too, but only because I'd been around. I knew the ways of creatures like myself.
"Good," Sam said. "I don't want you to leave. I like you." That admission made up my mind. I didn't think I'd ever leave. Part of me knew that there was Hell down the road for us, literally or figuratively I didn't know. I just knew that things were going to get harder for us. I knew, though, that as long as I still had Sam, I'd be okay.

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Publication Date: 01-25-2012

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For Shane. I know you weren't much of a Supernatural fan, but you've always like reading my stuff. Thank you, my love!