Summary: Now that Dean's life hangs in the balance, Sam and Blaire try to find ways to get their brother out of his deal, as well as coping with the thought of losing their brother to Hell. Blaire tries to deal with new abilities, and while help comes from an unwanted source, the Winchesters know they need all the help they can get to save Dean's soul. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Blaire Winchester. I don't own any script used in these chapters either.
A/N (PLEASE READ): Here we go! Part three in the Paths series is here! The chapters will be shorter than the chapters for part two because there are fewer episodes in season three than season two. Anyway I really, really hope that you enjoy this. If you are a new reader to this series, you will need to read the first two stories (The Paths We Tread,and The Paths We Tread: Facing Our Truth) in order to get an understanding of the OC and also of some events that will take place in this story.
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The Paths We Tread: Going Under
Chapter One
Watching their brother do the nasty wasn't exactly Blaire and Sam's idea of a good night.
But as Dean drew the motel room curtains to pay attention to the woman he was about to screw, Sam and Blaire resigned themselves to a night in the car. Sam sat reading about crossroad demons and Blaire was drawing. She'd been doing a lot of drawing since the incident with the Devil's gate. She'd never had a knack for art before but drawing kept her mind busy and off of her troubles.
Both Sam and Dean had been involved in a conversation with her about abilities that she'd demonstrated that none of them had realised she had. Exorcism by the touch of a hand? Unheard of. It didn't happen that way. So, apart from being incredibly freaked out, Blaire was wary and frightened of herself. The bleeping of her cell phone broke her from her thoughts, and as she answered it, she heard the sound of a revving engine and a familiar voice, one she'd been longing to hear.
"Hello?" She asked, catching her brother's attention.
"Hey, Blaire." The voice of her surrogate father made her whole body relax and she felt at ease again.
It surprised her how much of a comfort to her Bobby was. Then again, he'd been there for her a lot through her life and had always taken care of her when she needed him to. He'd been a great friend, almost like a father.
"Hey, Bobby." She replied, smiling softly at Sam as she caught his gaze in the reflection of the rear view mirror.
"What are you doing?" Bobby asked, making her roll her eyes affectionately.
"Ah, you know...Same old, same old." She told him.
"You buried in that book again?" He asked her, hearing her giggle on the other end of the line.
"Not me, this time...Sam." She answered honestly, winking at her brother.
"Blaire, if you guys wanna break Dean free of that demon deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no book." He told her honestly, while she tried to hide her disappointment.
"Then where, Bobby?" She asked tiredly.
She was so desperate to save her brother, nothing would get in the way of it. She didn't want to lose him and she and Sam had made saving him their top priority. Also they wanted to let him live life to the full, even if it meant nights sat out in the Impala together. Dean loved getting laid, and considering he could very well be dead after a year, Sam and Blaire weren't about to begrudge him sleeping with as many women as he wanted, even if it did make him a bit of a man whore.
"Darlin', I wish I knew." Bobby replied, "So, Sam's with you...Where's the other one?"
Dean was laughing and jumping around in front of the window, which made Blaire smile, but she rolled her eyes again and ran her tongue over her teeth.
"Polling the electorate." She answered, wondering how Bobby would respond.
"What?" He asked, causing her to hide a chuckle.
"Never mind." She said kindly, scratching at a small itch that had decided to make itself apparent on the tip of her nose.
"You guys better pack it up." Bobby said, "I think I finally found something."
Bobby gave her the details of the case and as she hung up, she looked at Sam with expectant eyes. Fluffing up her hair, she leaned forward, giving him her best puppy eyes and fluttering her eyelashes in an attempt to be cute.
"Oh, no way..." Sam said, shaking his head, "I'm not going in there."
"Please? If I walk in it's really inappropriate. I had to do it last time." Blaire pointed out, watching her brother shake his head, causing his hair to swish slightly, "Rock, paper, scissors?"
"Sure." Sam said with a smirk.
He always won Rock, Paper, Scissors. Always. However, on the draw, Blaire had chosen Paper, and Sam had gone with his lucky option of Rock. Making silly noises as she wrapped the 'paper' around the 'rock' she ruffled her brother's hair, quickly hugging him and kissing his cheek.
"I love you!" She called after him, watching the dread he felt build with every step he took.
When he returned to the car clearly mentally scarred, she tried and failed to hold back her laughter, which only earned her one of Sam's many bitch faces.
As they sped down the usual long, dark, wet roads that the siblings were so used to, Dean was way too cheery. It was almost scary that he was so happy but then again he had just had sex. He was always happy after that. Sam was being Mr Serious, while Blaire was just minding her own business as usual.
"Let me see your knife..." Sam said with a huge frown, watching the smile slide off of his brother's face.
"What for?" Dean asked, a little confused.
"So I can gouge my eyes out." Sam replied, rolling said eyes when Blaire snickered and started to laugh in the back.
Dean also let out a chuckle, shaking his head slightly at his brother. Admittedly, he wouldn't ever want to walk in on Blaire or Sam doing the nasty, so he felt just a tad (more like one percent) of sympathy for his baby brother.
"It's a beautiful and natural act, Sam." He told him.
"It's part of you I never wanted to see, Dean." Sam replied, turning around as his sister started laughing again, "Would you stop?"
"I'm sorry, but you know what makes it more priceless?" She asked, gasping for breath because of how hard she was laughing, "It's the first time you ever lost Rock, Paper, Scissors to me!"
Dean laughed too, sliding his hand behind the seat so that Blaire could high-five (or in this case, low-five) him. Dean sometimes wondered how his siblings put up with such antics and he realised that he should be rather grateful to them. Slapping Sam's thigh, he gave his brother a nod.
"I appreciate you giving me quality time with the Doublemint Twins." He said, while Blaire studied Sam's mournful expression.
"Yeah, no problem." He said, while the atmosphere became slightly ucomfortable.
"Really?" Dean asked, a little incredulously while watching Sam's expression, "I gotta say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll...Something."
"No, not at all." Sam said quietly.
"You deserve to have a little fun, honey." Blaire told her older brother, also looking a little serious.
"Well I'm in violent agreement with you there." He replied, deciding to turn to the case.
He got the feeling that his siblings weren't very happy, but he knew it wasn't because of his antics. It was because of the deal he'd made. Now, there was a countdown to Dean going to Hell, and to be honest, no-one wanted that to happen. His siblings were destroyed by that fact, and Dean knew it. He was disappointed in himself but he'd done it for Sam. Blaire had sat him down to make him talk about it and they'd had a emotional conversation, one involving lots of hugs and lots of tears. Few from Dean, but most from Blaire.
"What's Bobby got?" He asked.
"Not much." Blaire replied, noticing the redness of her brother's eyes, which usually happened when he was upset, tired or stressed, "Crop failure and cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska."
"It could be demonic omens..." Sam began, feeling his sister reach around and gently take his hand just for a second to reassure him that she was here for him and things were okay.
"Or a bad crop and bug problem." Dean answered, earning nods from his siblings.
"Yeah, but it's our only lead." Sam told him, still frowning.
"Any freaky deaths?" Dean asked as he turned his attention back to the road.
"Nothing Bobby could find." Blaire explained, "Not yet, anyway."
"It's weird, guys." Dean said, "That night the Devil's gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?"
"Seventeen." Sam answered, wanting rid of all the memories of that night, apart from seeing his father, of course.
"Seventeen." Dean agreed, "You'd think it'd be Apocalypse Now. It's been five days and bupkes."
He cast a glance at Sam, who looked as worried about it all as he felt. He also shot a glance at his baby sister who sat in the back of the car, thinking away as usual. He felt sorry for her. After that conversation they had her mind was always on overdrive. It had affected her sleeping, her eating, everything. He didn't feel bad for telling though because he knew that she'd needed to know.
"What are the demons waiting for?" She suddenly asked.
"Beats me." Sam replied quietly.
"It's driving me crazy." Dean said, "I tell you, if it's gonna be a war, I wish it'd just start already."
"I dunno, Dean." Blaire sighed, "Careful what you wish for."
Everyone shared glances, and the atmosphere became a little uncomfortable. But the rest of the journey was rather peaceful. Blaire drew some more as she listened to her iPod to take her mind off things, but eventually had to stop because it started to make her feel sick. Her mind wandered pretty much until the next day when they arrived, and she had maybe two hours of sleep. Whatever was waiting for them near Lincoln, Nebraska wasn't good. Blaire had sensed it right in the pit of her stomach, and the feeling of dread that had washed over her had been so powerful it had made her feel sick.
It had worried her a lot, but all she could do at that point was wait for Dean to get them there.
-TBC-
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