Chapter 1:

It had been one week since the end. They had killed, what probably qualified as, a demi-god demon and lost their dad in the process. Wounded, they drove straight to Lawrence, Kansas and made a bonfire in Missouri’s backyard for John’s body. A Viking funeral pyre was fitting, and in the morning after it burned out they took the ashes to their mother’s grave.

A few more days were spent with Missouri, recuperating. In those few days, Sam made a flurry of phone calls. It was April and there was still time for him to get into law school. Dean played chauffeur, not knowing what else to do except to help his brother. And then they were back at Stanford, back where it all started all those years ago.

Purposefully, Dean got out of the car and opened the trunk. He paused at Sam’s backpack. He grabbed it and brought it to his brother, who stood, looking at the school with relief.

Sam placed the backpack on his shoulder. “I think I’m all set.” Sam shut the passenger side door and gave the car a pat. “I’ll let you know how it works out.”

Dean shrugged his shoulders. “I can wait. . .” Then Dean noticed how awkward this moment had become, and he knew the next words out of Sam’s mouth would pain him.

“No, I don’t need you to.” Sam reached out with one arm to give his brother a hug.

Dean stepped into it, stiff, and void of emotion. He cleared his throat, and pulled an envelope from his pocket. “I figure you could use this, until you got everything settled.”

Sam held his hand out to resist, but Dean pushed it into his grip and wrapped his brother’s fingers around the envelope. “Thanks. . .”

“It’s not from credit cards. I know how you feel about that.” Dean pulled the sunglasses that had been resting on his forehead over his eyes. “Keep in touch.” He smiled and walked back to the other side of the car.

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