The bunker
"Sam, Sam wake up" Sam Winchester felt exhausted but opened his eyes anyway. Cas was standing over his bed looking over him with fear in his eyes. Sam began to sit up in his bed but Cas stopped him, forcing Sam to lay back down. "How long was I asleep for?" Sam asked rubbing his eyes.
"36 hours, I didn't know how long I should let you sleep for but I was beginning to develop some concern after you began talking in your sleep." Cas explained still looking at Sam with deep concern.
"I thought I told you to wake me up after 12" Sam said.
"Yes you did, but Sam, your healing very slowly, you need as much rest as you can get." Cas explained, Sam nodded his head and closed his eyes. "Now let us continue with your healing, close your eyes." Cas leaned down towards Sam and pressed two fingers on his forehead. A wave of pain, exhaustion, and adrenaline coursed through his veins as Cas' powers healed him slightly. Sam felt a little better, as he began to sit up a wave of nausea passed through him and he went back down a bit. "Sam, don't strain yourself, your still not very strong I don't want you to make yourself worse by trying to be strong."
"Cas I can't just stay here and do nothing, I have to do something to help." Sam said continuing to sit up, another wave of nausea passed but not as bad as the first, Sam closed his eyes to try and help with the now, familiar feeling. Sam looked at Cas and saw nothing but concern in his face, he gave Cas a weak smile. Sam knew Cas wouldn't believe him but it was worth a try. Sam shifted to get off his bed as Cas helped him up. The majority of Sam's weight shifted onto Cas as they made their way through the bunker. By the time they got to the library Sam felt like he was going to either pass out or throw up, or both. Cas got Sam to sit down as he tried catching his breath.
"Would you like me to get you anything?" Cas asked.
"Um sure, what kind of food do we have?" Sam asked.
"Peanut butter and jelly" Cas looked proud at knowing that and Sam smiled and nodded in response. Cas was gone and back within a couple of seconds with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and handed it to Sam.
"Thanks, Cas" Sam smiled and tried taking a bite of the sandwich but ended up just putting it down. He felt too sick to eat anything. "Can I ask you something?"
"What is it?" Cas asked looking through the books in the library.
"Was there anyone else who ever tried doing the trials? Before me" Sam asked.
"There was, one person prior to you who attempted the trials. It was in the 1940's, a 16 year old girl named Charlotte Jenkinson." Cas said giving Sam a curious look.
"Jenkinson, why does that name sound familiar?" Sam wondered trying to stand up. He stumbled and swayed a bit as he made his way to the duffel bag that had his dads journal in it. He got out the journal and collapsed into a chair and began flipping through the pages. He got to the contacts and scanned through the list of names trying to see if his hunch was correct. "Aha! I knew it, Charlotte Jenkinson, and there's a phone number here. Maybe she knows something about slamming the gates to hell that we don't." Sam said grabbing his phone. He dialled the number and it ranged.
"Hello?" A young female voice answered the phone.
"Um, hi, is uh, is Charlotte Jenkinson there?" Sam asked as a wave of pain rolled through him.
"No, I'm sorry, Ms. Jenkinson moved into a home almost 10 years ago. After her brother passed, who is this?" The voice asked.
"Just um, an old friend, I haven't seen her since I was a kid, I was just curious, thank you. Have a nice day" Sam said hanging up the phone.
"What happened?" Cas asked.
"Apparently she moved into a retirement home almost 10 years ago, after her brother died." Sam explained looking down at the page.
"I think I know where she is, lets go" Cas said standing up.
"But Cas, this is a Canadian number, we won't be able to get pass border security." Sam explained standing up too.
"I can fly us there" Cas replied.
"I thought you couldn't" Cas shook his head as Sam asked.
"I can't fly much, it drains my energy and it makes me weaker, so I avoid doing so as much as possible." Cas explained, Sam nodded and walked over to Cas. Cas put his hand on Sam's shoulder and they flashed out. Flying felt like being sucked up by a vacuum then being spat out and expecting to land like a cat. Next thing Sam knew he was on the ground near a park. The sky was dreary and it looked like it was about to rain, the grass was a vivid green and it smelt like the ocean. Sam slowly got up and immediately regretted it because he nearly passed out. "Are you okay?" Cas stood over Sam as he tried to catch his breath. Sam nodded while panting then stood up.
"So where are we?" Sam asked looking around.
"Victoria, British Columbia, Charlotte Jenkinson lives in the retirement home across the street." Cas said pointing to a wide building. As they approached the building Sam saw a sign the said Sunny Side Retirement Home. They entered the building and it smelt like old people. Sam started grinning knowing Dean would have something funny to say.
Dean.
Since Dean left to go find Gadreel after Sam kicked the angel out he has wondered how Dean was. He's wanted to call him several times but knew Dean would probably be pissed if Sam called him. He knew Cas was curious about Dean too and Sam often wondered if Cas ever left to find Dean while he slept. Sam didn't want to ask though, he figured it would be awkward.