What if Gert was Sarah in disguise?
Sam headed over to Gert's to pick her up for the thing at the Ocean Museum or whatever it was. He couldn't believe he had let Dean and Bela talk him into this. She was seriously creepy. He mentally kicked himself. She was just a lonely old woman. It wouldn't hurt him to keep her company for a night. Dean and Bela had the Impala so he had to walk over to Gert's and she would drive them to the event. He got to her house and rang the door bell.
"Come in," Gert said, when she answered the door.
"We should probably get going," Sam said, figuring the sooner they left, the sooner the evening would be over.
"Just come in for a quick minute and have a drink while I look for my sweater. It's getting chilly out," Gert insisted.
"OK," Sam agreed, thinking a drink would definitely make the whole situation more palatable.
She fixed him a drink and then headed upstairs in search of her sweater. She was back in less than a minute. Just enough time for Sam to chug his drink.
"Do you want me to drive?" Sam asked as they went out to the car.
"No, that won't be necessary," Gert answered as Sam opened the driver's side door. Gert slipped past him and sat down. Sam was glad she didn't want him to drive. All of the sudden, he was feeling a little woozy.
He got into the passenger seat and stared at her in shock. "Sarah!" he said.
"That's right," Sarah answered. "Good night, Sam."
Sam went to open the door so he could get out, but he passed out before his hand fully closed around the handle.
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Dean and Bela went back downstairs after successfully stealing the hand of glory. "I still don't see Sam," Dean muttered.
"We can't wait around for him. We don't want to get caught," Bela said softly.
"Fine. Let's go to the cemetery and burn this sucker," Dean said.
"It's not really a two person job is it?" Bela asked. "Hanging out in the cemetery isn't my idea of a good time."
"That's OK. I don't really want to hang out with you anywhere, anyway. I hope I won't be seeing you around," Dean said.
"Likewise," Bela answered.
"How are you going to get home?" Dean asked. He couldn't stand Bela, but his father had taught him that you never left a woman stranded.
"Just drop me on your way," Bela said.
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Sarah headed to New York. She wanted to get Sam back to her auction house. He was going to be sorry he ever messed with her. She looked over at his sleeping form. He should stay sleeping until they got there.
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After dropping Bela off, Dean headed to the cemetery. He went to pull the hand out of his jacket pocket and ended up retrieving a ship in a bottle instead. Rolling his eyes, he headed back to Bela's hotel. Her car was gone and she had checked out. He pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number.
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Sarah heard ringing coming from Sam's pocket. "Forgot about that," she muttered. She pulled the phone out and threw it out the window as she sped along to their destination.
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Dean left a few messages for Sam and then headed over to Gert's. "Hello?" he called as he entered after nobody answered. He looked around downstairs and didn't find anyone. He headed upstairs and thought he smelled something. He followed the smell to a closed door. He pushed the door open and saw Gert's dead body on the bed. She looked (and smelled) as if she had been dead for days.
"SAM!" Dean shouted.
He searched the rest of the house from top to bottom, but found nothing to tell him what was going on. He figured it was probably a shapeshifter, but what did it want with Sam?
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Sarah called to her father to help her when she pulled into the parking spot behind the auction house. "Where have you been?" he asked.
"Getting my lover," she answered. "We're going to be together forever."
"I never liked him," her father stated as he looked in the car and saw Sam.
"I know, Daddy, but I do. Help me get him inside."
Between the two of them they managed to carry Sam inside. They put him on the service elevator and took him down to the basement. "Now leave us alone," Sarah requested.
"OK," her father sighed. Sarah always got so wrapped up in these obsessions of hers.
Sarah whispered an incantation into Sam's ear and then set to work on the preparations. She removed Sam's jacket and then his tie. She slowly took off his shirt and then unzipped his pants. She pulled them off along with his underwear. When he was naked, she rolled him over onto his back and tied his hands behind him. She then blindfolded him and gagged him. She would call this piece "Bondage."
Sam began to wake up. "Perfect timing, sweetie," Sarah said.
Sam tried to speak, but couldn't because of the gag. Sarah could read his mind however. "We're home," she said, answering his question of where were they. "Can you stand up for me, sweetie?" Sarah asked.
Sam didn't want to do anything Sarah told him to, but standing up was probably the best way of escaping so he did. As soon as he was standing, Sarah said, "Statue," and Sam turned into a marble statue. She was pleased with the result. He had stood and then spread his legs slightly apart to gain balance. He really looked like a Greek god.