Make Damn Sure
Chapter Two: Buried
They burned the bodies of the dead sins at dawn.
The hunters stood silently as a gust of wind caught some ash from the body pit and danced with it mid air.
Sometimes the most beautiful things come from the most horrible places.
Tamara left shortly afterwards. The death of her husband hadn't seemed to sink in, or maybe she could accept things faster than the four hunters she left behind ever could.
They watched her drive off into the sunset, soaking in the sun rise and the scent of bonfire. Bobby broke the silence by snorting loudly and spitting ash covered phlegm out from under his moustache.
"Back to my place boys", Bobby sighed, "...oh – and ah, lady", he quickly added.
Dean, Sam and Andy nodded silently, bags under their eyes appearing harsher with the sunlight.
Dean was so tired he couldn't even admire Andy's silver Mustang, which growled loudly as it pulled out of its hiding place behind a large tree after Bobby's beat up ride.
They sat silently with their dodgy coffees in the warm kitchen that still had scents of Bobby's wife baking from the previous night. Bobby was the first to talk.
"So where do y'all know each other from?"
"Andy was our neighbour years ago", Dean took a long sip of the shitty coffee, winced, and continued, "There had been a series of vampire attacks, and Dad knew it would take a few months to flush 'em all out".
"We were there 'bout 6 months", yawned Sam.
"And they left in the middle of the night – didn't even leave a note", Andy sighed bitterly.
Dean raised an eyebrow.
"FYI princess, you left about a month before we did in a very similar fashion"
Andy stuck out her bottom lip and gave Dean puppy-eyes, "You could have left a forwarding address!"
"Yeah well you could have too", Sam spat viciously.
The room fell silent. Andy discovered that her shoes were immensely interesting, whereas Dean admired the fine craftsmanship on Bobby's cabinets.
The younger Winchester rolled his eyes and threw an angry glace at Andy before retreating behind his mug.
Bobby timidly broke the silence once more.
"So, uh...how old were you three when this happened?"
"I was 17, Sam was 15", Andy replied.
"Cradlesnatcher", Dean muttered quietly.
Dean was thrown a malevolent look from the blonde.
Bobby stared suspiciously at Andy, "And when did you get that dagger?"
She began to try to stare him down; elbows on the table, body leaned forward, face a picture of concentration.
"When I was 18"
Bobby adopted a similar stance, "Who from?"
"It's a secret", she whispered, eyes glinting playfully.
"May I look at it?"
She pulled it out in one swift movement, twirling it gracefully a few times between her long fingers before placing it in front of Bobby.
The knife was silver, but it seemed to glow faintly whilst letting off a strange aura. Bobby could feel it humming lightly when he touched the exquisitely carved handle, which depicted a strange looking woman. Her face was hidden by long hair; her arms were wrapped behind her body, which was all flesh and no clothes; her only two distinguishing marks were a small butterfly tattooed on her right thigh, and a giant pair of wings outspread, joining at their tips above her head. From this join, the blade, long and sleek, sprouted forth proudly.
Bobby ran his hand along the blade, feeling the strange aura seep through him.
"Are you sure you don't wanna tell me where you got this from?"
Andy smiled widely.
"I stole it"
Dean and Sam, who had been transfixed on the knife, stared open-mouthed at Andy.
"What?", she said grinning and shrugging, "some asshole hunter had it, going on about all the wonderful things it could do. So I got him drunk and stole it...as a joke...but I didn't expect it to-"
"Work?", Bobby, Dean and Sam said incredulously in unison.
Andy sunk lower into her chair, "Well...yeah"
"What's this weird...feeling...coming off of it?", Sam queried, running his finger up the side of the handle.
Andy shrugged, "The closest thing I can nail it to is-"
"-despair", Dean whispered.
Sam and Andy looked at Dean for a few long beats.
"Have you ever thought that this thing might be dangerous?", Bobby asked with a slight hint of anger in his voice, completely unaware of the little Dean-glaring session occurring.
"Once or twice", Andy replied nonchalantly, "But it just...it's never given the impression that it's...bad, just...a little bit upset...maybe?", Andy shrugged again to prove to the three other hunters that she really had no fucking idea what it was.
"Well, either way it should be pretty helpful in the weeks, months and years to come", Bobby said, placing the knife back down on the table and slouching back into his seat.
Sam twitched and scowled, which got him an angry look from Dean and a confused expression from Andy.
The conversation soon headed southwards, the hunters getting crankier and more fatigued with the growing light. They all decided to finally hit the hay.
Bobby led Dean into one room upstairs before setting up another for Sam and Andy.
"I take it you two'll be alright sleeping in the same bed?", Bobby asked as he threw a sheet over the double bed.
Sam chuckled, "Don't worry – I'm sure we'll just be sleeping".
Bobby finished tucking in the sheet, stood and faced Sam. He raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Well one thing's for sure, the way that gal's been looking at you – one night soon, you're not getting any sleep"
Bobby winked before silently exiting, leaving a thoroughly confused Sam alone in the room. Andy scuffed in a few minutes later wearing only a partially see-through nightie. Sam quietly thanked the good Lord that he was already in bed, laying on his stomach – although he was now poking holes in the mattress – or things could've gotten...awkward?...sexual?...
I'm too God dammed tired to think clearly, Sam thought.
Andy climbed in next to him without a word, snuggling up beside him. The room fell quiet, but neither could sleep.
Sam cleared his throat and rolled over to face the woman beside him.
"Why did you leave?", he whispered.
She seemed slightly taken aback, perhaps hurt by old memories, but she was mainly upset – upset for not realising how much he cared all those years ago.
"The same reason why I stole your first kiss", Andy smiled, but her voice quavered.
Sam Winchester was sometimes unable to detect that which was painfully obvious – particularly in the whole 'women, romance and sex' area – but he was anything but stupid.
He didn't need to say it out loud. She looked deeply into him with her perfect blue eyes; and a smile and a brush of the cheek from him was all that was needed. Sam wouldn't remind Andy of her father, he would just silently pray with her that the bastard would get what he deserved.
He could see the questions burning behind her eyes. She wanted to know why he had reacted so strangely at 'days, months and years' and Dean's name being used in the same sentence.
She wanted to know that Dean was alright.
She wanted it to be all okay.
And Sam swore to himself that he was going to make her happy, even for the smallest of times.
She didn't need to know all the suffering he had seen and caused. She didn't need to know Dean's fate. No one needed to know that he was broken, and that his wasted heart would die with the only person who'd truly stuck it out with him.
Everyone knows that some things are best left buried.
A/N: Whoa! Sorry that took so long! I've been on holidays heh :DNext Chappie will arrive much sooner – and will be lots more fun too! I just had to explain some things now so I wouldn't forget hee