Four months had passed, Sam had gone off to who knows where, Sarah as worried as she was decided it was the best for him to go figure some stuff out. She on the other hand decided to stay behind and help her father around the house. As much as she loved travelling she also loved spending as much time with her dad as she could. Considering their lives as hunters, being around family was a blessing as much as still being alive. Sam wasn't completely absent, he changed his number but would still text her, or call her long enough to tell her he was fine and there's no need to worry about him.
This day was an off day for both Bobby and Sarah, they both decided relaxing on the porch on the nice day that it was happened to be a great idea. It was mid afternoon and they both had fallen into a comfortable silence, Sarah though how nice it was to do something she hadn't really done since she was a child, before turning into the teenager who wants nothing to do with their parents unless they needed something. The telephone ringing in the background broke the silence, her father sighed before getting up and heading for the door.
"Well this day was going quietly," she told him, he shot a knowing look back. Sarah couldn't help but be curious and strained to hear her fathers side of the conversation.
"Yeah? Yeah? Who's "me"?" As soon as she heard 'who's me?' being said she heard him slam the phone down only for it to ring again, "who is this? This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya."
"Who was that?" She asked as her father stepped back out onto the porch, a slightly annoyed yet slightly confused look on his face.
"He said it was Dean, and even though it sort of sounded like him I don't believe it. Must be some kid playing a prank."
At that point they had both just decided to head inside and figure it out from there. Sarah just grabbed a book she had been reading earlier and almost finished. A couple of hours later she heard the dull ringing she had been hearing on and off the passed four months followed by a loud banging on the front door. She couldn't help but be on high alert when he father approached it, she grabbed a silver knife to give him if he needed it. Once the door was opened she would be in for the surprise of her life.
"Surprise," Dean spoke, a smile on his face, her father looking cautiously, she was dumbfounded, but got closer to her father.
"I, I don't..." Bobby stammered backing up slightly, Sarah followed, eyes sticking to the possible impotser standing in front of them, she wanted to believe the voice that told her he had been redeemed but she couldn't.
"Yeah, me neither," at this he entered the house, "but here I am."
Behind his back, Bobby had gladly took the silver knife from his daughters hand. As Dean approached, Bobby he lunged forward and slashed at Dean, they always took precautions in case someone or something was wearing one of the member of their families face. Dean grabbed his arm and twisted it around; causing Sarah to gasp audibly causing Dean to let his guard down for a moment allowing her father to break the grip and backhands Dean in the face.
"Bobby! It's me!" Dean said reassuringly, putting his hands up.
"My ass!" Her father retorted.
"Look, Dean if it's really you, can you blame us for not wanting to make sure it is you?" Sarah added, getting somewhat irritated.
At this Dean shoved a chair between himself and the two Singers, he held his hands out as he spoke, "whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer and yours is Sarah Karen Singer. You" he said pointing at her dad, "became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and you" he said pointing over at her, "followed suit so you could help him out, and Bobby... you're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me."
At this her father lowered the knife, steps forward slowly still on high alert but not letting Dean know, Sarah backed away and took a seat behind her fathers desk and suddenly becoming very calm. A soothing voice could be heard in her mind, telling her it was ok and to allow her father to do what needed to be done. Meanwhile Bobby placed a hand gently on Deans shoulder, Deans face softening. Suddenly her father slashed again, but Dean quickly retaliates by subduing and disarming him.
"I am not a shapeshifter!" He told them, Sarah could tell he was starting to get annoyed, but Dean knew this is what he would do if her were in their position.
"Then you're a Revenant!" He father retorted, Dean then shoved her father back having taken the knife he held it back out in front of him, "alright. If I was either, could I do this – with a silver knife?" He continued to roll up his left sleeve, and, while grimacing, slices his arm above the elbow with the knife. A line of blood appeared, which caused Sarah to run to the first aid kit to get him something to cover the cut with.
Her father noticing how calm his daughter had been through the last few minutes of their interaction started to believe him, he always knew his daughter was much more intuitive than the average person, "Dean?"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you."
Bobby broke down grabbing Dean and pulled him in for a tight hug. Dean returned the hug with as much enthusiasm, relief on his face. Sarah came back in the room with the bandage and after applying it he hugged her tightly, she couldn't help but let a couple tears escape.
"It's... It's good to see you, boy."
"Yeah, you too. Question Sarah how did you figure me out?"
"A hunch I guess," she replied shrugging her shoulders.
"How did you bust out?" Her father cut in.
"I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box..." Suddenly, without warning her father splashed water in Dean's face, spitting out the water he continued, "I'm not a demon either, you know."
"Sorry. Can't be too careful," her father added. As they went further into the house, Dean wiped his face with a towel that Sarah handed over to him. "But... that don't make a lick of sense."
"Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir."
"Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit -"
"I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject."
"What do you remember?" Sarah asked him.
"Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it." At this everyone sits down, "Sam's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not..."
"He's alive Dean, as of two days ago, he called me on a payphone long enough to let me know that," Sarah told him.
"You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?"
"He was dead set on it."
"Bobby, you should've been looking after him."
"I tried, Sarah begged him not too. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For any of us Dean. We had to bury you."
"Why did you bury me, anyway?"
"I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... Sam wouldn't have it, Sarah oddly enough told me no, she said it would be wrong."
"Well, I'm glad they won that one."
"Sam had also added you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked suspiciously.
"He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found."
"Oh, damnit, Sammy." Frustration started showing in Deans features when he said this.
"What?"
"Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo."
"What makes you so sure?" Bobby spoke.
"You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this," he then took his jacket off, rolled up his sleeve and showed the brand on him, an image of wings filled Sarah's mind.
"What in the hell?" Bobby stood, getting a closer inspection.
"It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out."
"I don't think it was a demon Dean," Sarah chimed in.
"You so sure of that?" Asked her father.
"Why would a demon want to bring a Winchester back?" She responded.
"To hold up their end of the bargain, that's why," Dean threw back at her.
"You think Sam made a deal."
"It's what I would have done."
