A/N: I know the first chapter was short. I guess it was more like an introduction. I was just so excited about finally posting my first story that I wanted to get it up.
Standing beneath the bright light of the full moon, Smurf let her eyes drift closed and took in a deep breath as she slipped the thin silk robe from her shoulders and let it pool at her feet on the forest floor. She perfered when ever possible to work sky clad. And this warm summer night was the perfect oppurtunity. Completely at ease with her nakedness, she lifted her arms to the night sky, the power that was already stirring in her warm and welcome. "I call to..." Her voice trailed off, a shrill ringing piercing the quiet night air. She shrugged it off, refusing to le the ringing phone distract her. When a few seconds passed by and the words she had started to speak halted in her brain, she cursed and gave in, reaching for the phone she couldn't remember why she brought in the first place. She didn't check the call display, just flipped the phone open with an impatient sigh and brought it to her ear, a quiet growl rumbling in her chest. Nothing bothered her more then being interupted when she was performing a ritual. "What?" It was quiet for a couple of seconds before someone finally spoke up. "Smurf? It's Sam... I need your help."
There was absolutely nothing in the world that could have shocked her more then those seven words had. The warmth of the summer night seemed to fade away as a chill crept over her skin. She shuddered involuntairly and wished she had brought more then the thin silk robe with her. Her mouth opened and closed several times and yet nothing would come out. And she always had something to say. She wasn't the type to get easily flustered, was usually quick with a come back. But her she was, standing alone in the woods, and the mere sound of his voice had reduced her to speechlessness. She shook her head a little to clear it, thinking maybe that would help. Instead, she dropped the phone and stared down at it as if it was something that she didn't recoginize. On unsteady legs she sank down to the ground and reached out for the phone again. Even before she brought it back to her ear she could his voice calling out to her, laced with concern. "Smurf? Smurf are you still there? Is everything ok?" She cleared her throat and blew out a breath hoping to steady herself, hoping her voice was coming out steady.
"Sam? To what do I owe the pleasure?" That was good, no shaking there. No way for him to guess that his phone call had broken down all of the walls she had built since had left in one swoop and left her a shaky, nervous mess. "You don't sound mad. I thought you'd tell me to beat it, or curse me or something. You know, give me warts or what ever it is that you do." She snorted a laugh, and silently congratulated herself on how non chalant she sounded, when she was anything bet. "Please. There are better things for me to do then give someone who doesn't matter warts. Now, were you calling for a reason? Or just to chat?" Smurf was surprised to hear the note of hurt in his voice when he spoke. "I don't matter? I guess I should expect that. After what I did, I can't... never mind. There are more important things right now. Like I said, I need your help. It's Dean. He's in trouble?" Inspite of herself, she felt a sliver of uneasiness work it's way through her. She had always had a soft spot for his brother. "What is it? What's going on?" He told her then, straight out, not holding anything back. He told her about him dying, Dean going to the cross roads to make a deal, only getting a year, and everything that had been doing to break the deal, with no luck. He spoke for awhile, while she remained silent, until she finally burst.
"How could you? How could you DO that to me, Sam? You don't think that I deserved to know that you died? That you actually stopped living? You don't think that maybe that's something I would have liked to have known. And spare me that I'm telling you know bullshit before you even say it. You should have called me. You should have come to me. I could have helped! I could have helped you both! If Dean had've thought to come to me, then he wouldn't be in this mess!" She stopped talking suddenly, surprised by her out burst. "I didn't think that you'd care, Smara." She jerked back in surprise, both from him thinking that she wouldn't care, and her real name. Everyone called her Smurf now, so to hear her real name was someone what of a surprise. "You must think I'm heartless then if you think that I wouldn't have cared that you died. Jesus christ Sam, I can't believe that you would..." "Look, I'm sorry, ok. But now isn't the time to talk about this," he said, interupting her. "We're running out of time, and I don't know where else to go. Please. If not for me, then do it for Dean. We need your help." Smurf didn't want to say yes. There was a tiny, selfish part of her that wanted to deny him help, if for no other reason then she wanted to hurt him the way he had hurt her. But if he lost Dean, that would kill him. And no matter had happened between them, she didn't want to see in that kind of pain. So she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, blurting out... "Yes. Yes, I'll help you."
Sams sigh of relief was loud and long. "Thank you. I was afraid that you were going to turn me away. But you are our last hope. We don't have anywhere else to go. Dean and I can be there in..." "Wait, hold up. Be there? Like, be here? With me? In the same... area and stuff?" He chuckled a little. "Yes, with you. What did you expect? You could do a little long distance witchery and poof.. problem all gone? It's more complicated then that." "I know. But I just..." He could pracitcally sense it coming. Her backing out. "Listen, Dean and I can be there by tomorrow sometime. We'll see you then." And with that, he hung up. "... don't think I can handle this." she finished quietly, snapping the phone shut and pushing herself to her feet, drawing the robe around her. The magic part of what ever needed to be done, she could handle. She had nothing but time lately to hone her skills and had become a powerful witch. But seeing Sam was something else entirely. Monsters, demons, ghosts, things that went bump in the night she could handle, she thought to herself as she gathered her things together and headed home. But coming face to face with the only person that had ever broken her was another thing completely.
"Are we ever getting out of the car, Sam? Or were we just going to sit here? Coming here, getting her help was your idea. Don't tell me that you've suddenly changed your mind? Or perhaps your a chicken whos afraid to face her." Sams flinch was cleary visable. "So that's it. You're afraid to see her. If that's the case, then why reach out to her in the first place?" Sam turned from staring out the window and shifted until he was facing his brother. "Because she may be our only hope. And no matter how much I'm dreading seeing her, I would do anything for you." "I know. But I just want you to be sure that you can handle this, Sammy." A faint smile twitched at the corners of Sams lips as he finally pushed the door open and climbed out of the car. "After everything that we've been through, you doubt that I can handle this? Please." Despite his attempts to seem only slightly worried about seeing Smurf, deep down he was terrified. When he had left, he had given no explantion, no attempt to explain himself. That had been two years ago, and his phone call to her last night had been the first kind of any contact that he had had with her. Slowly, reluctantly, he climbed the few steps up her porch and knocked on the door before he could change his mind.
The door swung open and Sam took a step back, suddenly feeling as if someone had sucker punched him in the gut. He had forgotten that the mere sight of Smurf had been enough to take his breath away, literally. Her long blonde hair tumbled down her back in waves and her eyes, those beautiful green eyes that he loved so much swept over him carefully before coming to rest on his eyes, the barest hint of a smile curving her lips. He sighed a breath of relief and took a half a step forward before he realized the smile wasn't aimed at him. Smurf brushed him aside and slipped her arms around Dean, drawing him in close and holding on tight, her face buried against his shoulder. Deans gaze shot to his brother, his arms wrapping automatically around the tiny blonde. Sam just shrugged, and averted his gaze, surprised to find that he was jealous that it wasn't him that was holding Smurf in his arms. "Dean Winchester..." Her voice washed over him and he lifted his eyes to look at her, a laugh escaping as she pulled away from his brother and punched him. "Don't you EVER do that again, do you hear me?" For someone so small, she was certainly strong, Dean thought as he mustered up his smirk. "What ever you say, little lady. You gonna invite us in?"
"Of course." Smurf stepped back and swept her arm back to indicate the house, smiling. "Please, come in." Dean pressed a kiss to her cheek as he stepped past her into the house, heading for the living room. Sam hesitated in the doorway, staring down at Smurf, a hundred things on the tip of his tongue. "Smurf, I..." "Save it," she demanded and strode past him, leaivng him to shut the door and follow after her. He closed the door with my force then was needed, and had to struggle to hold back from stomping into the living room like an irritated child. Truth be told, he was irritated. Her complete disregard for him, her refusual to talk to him, how happy she seemed to be to see his brother irritated him. He had to remind himself that it was to be expected. After what he had done, leaving her the way he had, she had every right to treat him as she was. He rounded the corner into the living room, surprised to see Smurf curled up on the couch with his brother, the irritation that had been so clear on her face when speaking to him only moments ago, was gone. Instead, she was smiling. He grumbled a little as he dropped into a chair across from the two. "Is the reunion over? Because I was thinking maybe we could get down to work. It's not like we've got a lot of time." Smurf switched her gaze to him, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "If you want my help, then I suggest that you drop the attitude, unless you want me to turn your ass into a toad. And don't test me, because I will." It was quiet for a several seconds, before Dean jumped in. "Ok kids, enough of the poking at eachother. Smurf, Sam does have a point. We don't really have a lot of time." A look of sympthay crept across her face as she nodded, pushing herself to her feet. "How much time are we talking?" she asked. "Well, two weeks." At Sams words, she spun around, her eyes flashing angrily. "That's it? Two weeks? Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to break a deal with a cross roads demon? It's damn near impossible. It takes a hell of a lot of power, a hell of a lot. And you are just coming to me now? What is the matter with you?" Sam shot his brother a look when he started to speak, then got to his feet, his own eyes now flashing angrily.
"Check your attitude, Smara," he said, emphasizing her name, just because he knew it would irritate her. "We're here, that's all that you need to know. If you think for one minute that I'm going to spill..." Lightening quick, Smurf reached out and gripped his arms, her long fingers curling around his wrist as she held on, her green eyes filming over with white. After a few seconds, she dropped him and stepped back, her eyes now showing disbelief, and.. disappointment? "You thought you could do it on your own. That you could save him, the way that he saved you. What is it with the two of you? Always have to be the fucking hero. Well listen up, hero," she said, stepping closer and jabbing a finger into his chest. "If I can't help, if by some miracle I can't pull of the kind of magic that will be needed, then your unwillingness to admit that you need help may have cost your brother his life. Think about that." She stepped away from and turned her back, now facing Dean. "I'll do what ever I can do to break the deal, Dean.. I promise. But I'm going to need some help." "You've got it. What ever you need." She smiled a little and shook her head. "No, not that kind of help. My kind of help. I'm calling in reinforcements." She blew out a breath, and called out loudly... "Lana? I need you." Sam did no more then blink, and suddenly, he found himself face to face with another girl, this one taller then Smurf, with long brown hair and warm blue eyes. "You called, chica?" "We've got a new project," Smurf said, gesturing to Sam, and then to Dean. Lanas eyebrows rose in surprise but she held back her questions, for now. "Big?" she asked. Smurf nodded. "Possibly the biggest. I'll fill you in later. For now, boys... why don't you find a room and make yourselves at home. You are now offically under my protection."
Both brothers started to protest at once. The idea that they of all people needed to be protected, and by a girl no less was amusing. When laughter started to bubble up out of the both of them, Smurf rolled her eyes. "Please. You should both know that I am completely capable of protecting the both of you. And if you want me help, then you'll do as I say. I can't help you break the deal if I can't keep you safe. Do we understand eachother?" Her eyes landed on Sam, knowing he would be more open to the idea of her protecting them then his brother would. After a few moments, Sam finally nodded. "Ok. Deal." Dean started to protest and Lana grinned, shaking her head. "No.. I wouldn't get her going if I were you. Just go with the flow, or you'll find yourself dealing with a very pissed off witch." Deans mouth snapped closed, not wanting to get turned into a toad. "That's what I though," Smurf said, a faint smile touching her lips. "Now..." She turned to the newest arrival. "Can you do me a favour and show them to a couple of rooms?" "You got it, chica. Boys, follow me." As Lana led them upstairs, Smurf flopped back onto the couch, wondering exactly what she had just gotten herself into.