What if John and Dean arrived before Amy killed her mother?
"Sam, you have to leave," Amy said.
Sam gave her one final glance and turned toward the door. Amy said she hadn't killed anyone and he believed her. Like he had told her earlier, he had seen enough evil to know good when he saw it. She was good.
"I knew it," Amy's mother came barreling in the door as Sam was trying to exit it. "You see? Amy can never leave town without throwing a bitch fit. I knew something had to be going on when she agreed to go peacefully."
"Mom! NO!" Amy begged. "He's my friend."
"No, he's not. He's food. I've told you 100 times you can't have friends." Sam thought it was so odd that monsters had the exact same conversations as hunters. All thought of that went out of his head when Amy's mother grabbed him and said, "This will teach you."
Sam looked up to see her claws come out. She was a lot stronger than she looked to. By just holding his shoulder, she was able to push him down and totally immbolize his feet against the floor.
Just when she was about to swing her claws into his brain, the door kicked in behind them. Sam sighed in relief to see his dad and brother.
Dean froze when he saw the kitsune's latest victim. Sam was just supposed to be doing research which he had finished. He was supposed to be having "five minutes of a normal life." How had he ended up here?
"Let him go," John said. He, too, was surprised to see his son there. He would have to have a little talk with him. He had been told to go back to the hotel when the research was finished and clean the weapons before their next hunt. It was disobediences like this which kept Sam from being the great hunter John knew he had it in him to be. Better than Dean even. There was just something in the kid.
When the kitsune saw the two knives ready to thrust into her, she quickly swung behind Sam to use him as a shield. "I don't think so. You're hunters. Hunters are always going on about saving lives. You leave and I won't kill the brat."
Neither John or Dean believed that for a minute. Dean stood stock still. His job was to protect Sam. He didn't know how to do that right now. John started to advance. The kitsune backed up with Sam. She was watching both of the hunters intently. That was why she was so surprised to feel the sharp blade of a knife piercing her back into her heart. In her last minute of life, she turned her head to see her daughter holding the instrument of her death. "I love you," she said with her last breath.
Amy was shocked. Her mother had never said that to her before. And then she had said it when she was killing her. She thought back over the years and realized that her mother had loved her in her own way. That's why she didn't want her to have any friends. Look at what having a friend had done. Now she was an orphan—probably a soon-to-be dead orphan since she was surrounded by hunters. But she would have done it again. She just wished she could have explained to her mother why.
"Who are you?" John asked. He had heard what the creature had said. He thought it was preposterous that a monster could love someone, which made him think that the monster only thought that it should love this girl. Which meant that it was probably her child. Which meant that it was a monster, too.
"Her daughter," Amy said.
John started advancing again.
"NO!" Sam yelled and stood between his father and Amy.
"What are you doing, Sam? Get out of the way," John ordered. What the hell was wrong with him?
"No, Dad you can't kill her."
"Sam, I know she just saved your life, but she's a monster," Dean tried to mediate. He didn't like how Sam had positioned himself. He had made himself totally vulnerable to attack by the thing.
"No, Dean. She's not a monster. She's never killed," Sam defended Amy.
"Then what has she been eating?" John asked. He knew the answer. He could see the jar with the brain on the table. If that had been for the mother kitsune she would have eaten it on site. No, she had brought that back for her kid.
Sam didn't have an answer to that. He just knew that he couldn't let his dad kill this sweet, innocent girl. "Let's go, Amy." He started to back up, hoping she would back up behind him. Considering the fact that he hadn't bumped into her after a few steps he was sure she was. Then he heard the back door open up behind them and he slid out into the night with her.
"Run!" he yelled when they were outside. He knew that his dad and Dean weren't going to let her get away so easily.
"The van," Amy said. Her mother had left it running. "I can't drive," she realized.
"I can," Sam said and headed for the driver's side. He saw Dean within inches of the door as he floored the accelerator.
