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“Okay. I’m in.” Sam Winchester shut the door to Ruby’s car, his voiced laced with determination and fear. The demon he had destined himself to ride with looked over at him. She was half afraid that Sam had meant what he said, half nervous that he hadn’t. “What changed your mind?” Sam sighed. “I don’t want to be doing this when I’m an old man.” “Okay, Sam. Good.” Ruby didn’t mean that, but she started the car nonetheless, the engine coming to life with a strained roar. As the car drove off through the battered alley, Ruby became more uncertain. She could tell S

*1987* “You can’t do this!” John Winchester ran his rough fingers through his thin, black hair. “You’re not their father.” Bobby Singer slammed a box of old, lore books on the table, furious at the situation. “Yeah? Well, I’m about as close as those boys will ever get, ‘cause you sure as hell ain’t their father either!” “Don’t you say that,” John stood from his seat, both hands on the table, “don’t you dare say that.” Bobby looked John straight in his eyes, neither of them willing to move from their positions. “We’re leavin’