It's getting close to time to leave. While Sam is out saying his goodbyes, Dean makes sure that everything is good to go. A few people find out from Sam that they are leaving, and they decide to pay Dean a visit — to say goodbye to him too, because even if Dean hasn't been the most friendly guy around, they still appreciate his help.
He hears that the hunters come back and talks to them briefly, but they don't seem all that interested in speaking with him. They mostly brush him off, which is fine by Dean, because if they don't have information on the Colt, then that's all that Dean needs to know.
Deciding to go ahead and pack the van while Sam finishes up, Dean walks toward his building — when Polly and a couple of kids run up to him.
"You gotta help Tommy!" Polly yells, frantic — crying.
"Sammy, they called him Sammy," one of the other kids says — Dean doesn't know his name, but it doesn't matter.
"Where?" Right now, that's the most important question. The details — he can get those when he gets there. But he needs to know where to go first.
"In the field — come on," Polly cries, and takes off. Dean takes out his pistol and immediately follows, without question or hesitation. There's no room for that in this world — and Sam is in trouble.
Freaking Sam. Dean has done just fine over the past few years not thinking about him, not worrying about him, being fine without him, but now here he is, in his life again.
Making Dean worry.
Dean follows Polly out to the field, and when he sees the other hunters, Dean's inclination is to just start shooting. He wants to, so badly his trigger finger aches, but there are too many of them. If Dean shoots, they can easily kill Sam and then turn around and kill him too. As much as Dean just wants to end this, he can't just go in shooting.
"Hey!" he calls out as he runs up to the group. "What the hell is going on here?"
Dean finally gets close enough to see Sam, and it doesn't matter how many years are between them and how different their relationship is now, Dean gets pissed right the fuck off and all he wants is to take Sam away from the god damn camp.
He should have freaking known better than to trust this camp — should have left a long time ago.
"Grab him," one of the men says, and Dean hears Polly yell, "No!" as one of the guys takes a pipe and hits Dean's arm with it. Dean drops his pistol, when the guy proceeds to pick up. Another guy grabs Dean's arms. Dean struggles and tries to wrench away, but the guy holding his pistol hits him with it — once, and then seeing that Dean is still struggling, a second and third time, too.
Dean manages to stay conscious, barely. His vision blurs for a moment, and when it clears again, he realizes they've let him go and have resumed beating on Sam. Dean pushes himself off the ground, trying to stand back up to intervene again.
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He hears that the hunters come back and talks to them briefly, but they don't seem all that interested in speaking with him. They mostly brush him off, which is fine by Dean, because if they don't have information on the Colt, then that's all that Dean needs to know.
Deciding to go ahead and pack the van while Sam finishes up, Dean walks toward his building — when Polly and a couple of kids run up to him.
"You gotta help Tommy!" Polly yells, frantic — crying.
"Sammy, they called him Sammy," one of the other kids says — Dean doesn't know his name, but it doesn't matter.
"Where?" Right now, that's the most important question. The details — he can get those when he gets there. But he needs to know where to go first.
"In the field — come on," Polly cries, and takes off. Dean takes out his pistol and immediately follows, without question or hesitation. There's no room for that in this world — and Sam is in trouble.
Freaking Sam. Dean has done just fine over the past few years not thinking about him, not worrying about him, being fine without him, but now here he is, in his life again.
Making Dean worry.
Dean follows Polly out to the field, and when he sees the other hunters, Dean's inclination is to just start shooting. He wants to, so badly his trigger finger aches, but there are too many of them. If Dean shoots, they can easily kill Sam and then turn around and kill him too. As much as Dean just wants to end this, he can't just go in shooting.
"Hey!" he calls out as he runs up to the group. "What the hell is going on here?"
Dean finally gets close enough to see Sam, and it doesn't matter how many years are between them and how different their relationship is now, Dean gets pissed right the fuck off and all he wants is to take Sam away from the god damn camp.
He should have freaking known better than to trust this camp — should have left a long time ago.
"Grab him," one of the men says, and Dean hears Polly yell, "No!" as one of the guys takes a pipe and hits Dean's arm with it. Dean drops his pistol, when the guy proceeds to pick up. Another guy grabs Dean's arms. Dean struggles and tries to wrench away, but the guy holding his pistol hits him with it — once, and then seeing that Dean is still struggling, a second and third time, too.
Dean manages to stay conscious, barely. His vision blurs for a moment, and when it clears again, he realizes they've let him go and have resumed beating on Sam. Dean pushes himself off the ground, trying to stand back up to intervene again.