Chapter 2

Two months later Dean and Sam still hadn't found Sarah. To them she had just disappeared. Dean couldn't figure out how she was staying so well hidden. He had spent the last 12 years with this girl and he thought he knew everything there was about her just like he did with Sam. But Dean had to push all of his frustration and confusion aside so that he could focus on the job.

Sam noticed Dean brooding. Again.

"Dean, we will find her. She just needs time."

"Sam. Please don't."

"She just needs some time."

"You don't know that. It's been two whole months! Two months and no contact. I think that's a clear sign that she's not coming back." Dean spat out.

"What if she had made contact?" Sam asked sheepishly.

Dean looked at Sam and studied his expression. "Did she contact you?" Sam just kept looking at the ground. "I don't believe this!" Dean yelled causing Sam to look up at him.

"Dean…"

"What the hell, Sam! When were you going to tell me? Or were you just going to keep me in the dark? Allow me to keep worrying that something had happened to her." Dean yelled getting more and more angry.

"I'm sorry, Dean, but…"

"But, what Sam?"

"She made me promise not to tell you. I figured if I told you, she would find out and stop contacting me. I was afraid she really would be gone forever." Sam confessed.

"So what makes you so special? Why is she contacting you? Did she say why she left?"

"Dean…" Sam started, not wanting to answer Dean's questions.

"Cut the crap, Sam. Answer me! Why is Sarah contacting you?"

"Because she's not pissed at me."

"Wait. She's pissed off at me? What the hell did I do to her?" Dean asked confused.

"Look, she didn't say why she's mad at you, just that she, and I quote, 'that she's so angry with you that she sees red.'"

"What?"

"Well, I have a theory but I think if you really think about it you might be able to figure it out." Sam said with a small smirk.

Dean growled again then said, "Well did she say where she was?"

"No. Nothing specific, just that she was fine and that we don't need to worry about her."

Dean just stared out the window.

"But the good news is that when she calls me, she is also trying to check up on us. Especially you. Make sure we are still alive and safe. And to see if we've made any progress on finding Dad. So she still cares about us. And you."

"Well isn't that lovely." Dean said flatly then added, "Wait, if she's calling you there has to be a way of tracking her signal. We just have to trace it."

"I tried that already, but she's good at covering her tracks. She learned all her tricks from Dad, too. She uses a new burner phone every time. No way to fully track it."

Dean sighed heavily then growled, "Next time she calls, you damn well better tell me."

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It had been two months since Sarah left Dean. Two months of hiding. She had to figure out a way to stay under the radar. All of her aliases we no good. She had to chuck all of her credit cards and her cell phone. She found a phone booth and randomly pick a few names to make new ids with. Then bought a map of the U.S. and started throwing darts at it to see where she would travel next. That way Dean could not use any of her usual tendencies to find her.

It has been the worst two months of her life but also the most freeing. True she was constantly moving around but she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Not having to watch Dean with every other woman was nice.

She just rolled into a new town somewhere in Arizona and decided to try and make this town her new home. She found a job at the local bar. Bars always seem to have jobs available. On her first night, one guy tried to grab her ass. He left with a bloody nose and hurt ego. People quickly after that decided to just leave her alone. It was better that way.

Sarah spent all of her free time either drinking or working on her fighting skills.

One night about 4 months later she was having a beer with Kate, another bartender that she had befriended.

"Ok, Sarah, it's time for you to fill in some blanks." Kate said after their second beer.

"What blanks?" Sarah asked cautiously.

"Well, where are you from? You've been here for about 2 months and I still don't know where you're from."

"Well…I'm kind of from all over. I moved around a lot as a kid and the habit has stuck with me." Sarah said evasively.

"Were you an army brat?" Kate asked.

"Yeah… army brat. That's it." Sarah said thinking back to John.

"Great! Now we're getting somewhere. Was it your Mom or Dad in the army?" Kate asked excited that she was finally getting an answer.

"Adopted Dad, actually. And it was the Marines, Echo 2-1." Sarah said in a trance.

"Adopted Dad?"

"Yeah…um… my parents died when I was 13 and… John… well John took me in. Raised me as his own." Sarah said then took another long swig of beer. "I need something stronger."

Kate signaled to the waitress to bring two glasses of whiskey.

"So, John just took you in? Was he a family friend or something?" Kate ask.

"No, he hadn't met them or me until the day they died. He saved me, but wasn't able to save them." Sarah said taking a big gulp of whiskey.

"Okay… that's not weird…" Kate mumbled. "Did he have any other kids, at least?"

"Yeah, two boys. They became sort of like, my brothers." Sarah said with a little smile. "Sam and I used to gang up on Dean and make him so mad. It was so much fun."

"That sounds good. Where are they all now?"

"I don't know." Sarah said sadly then stood up saying, "I'm gonna go hit the head real quick then I should head home. I've got the early shift."

Kate watched Sarah walk away and sat thinking about how upset Sarah looked. Kate could tell she was missing her family but couldn't figure out why Sarah was so evasive about them. Looking over she saw Sarah's cell phone sitting on the table.

She reached over and grabbed it. She soon found there were no contacts listed. There was only one number in the call history and it didn't have a name listed. Curiosity overwhelmed Kate and she quickly dialed the number.

"Yeah?" a very gruff voice said.

"Um… Hello… Is this John?" Kate asked tentatively.

"Who is this?" The man asked aggressively.

"Kate…a friend of Sarah's…" Kate answered a little frightened.

"Sarah? Is she alright?" he asked hurriedly.

"Um…" Kate said before noticing that Sarah was walking back to the table and quickly ending the call and tossing the phone back on the table.

"Okay, Kate. Thanks for the night out but I've got to head home." Sarah said picking up her stuff. As she turned to leave her phone started to buzz in her hand.

She stopped in her tracks and looked at her phone, then hurried outside to answer the call.

"Bobby?" she asked wearily.

"Sarah? Is that you?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, Bobby. What's going on?" Sarah asked, trying to figure out how Bobby had gotten her number.

"What's going on? That all you have to say to me? After all these months of not knowing where you were or if you were still alive and all you say is what's going on?"

"I'm sorry Bobby. What do you want from me?"

"I want you to get your ass here."

"Bobby, I can't." Sarah said, noticing Kate approach her with concern.

"You listen to me girly. Your family needs you right now."

"They don't need me, they never have."

"Sarah, there has been an accident. They need you now more than ever."

"Accident? What? Who?"

"Sam, Dean and John were in a collision with a demon driven semi. John and Sam are doing alright but Dean... Dean is..." Bobby slowed down.

"Dean is what?"

"He's in a coma. Sarah please come."

"Where?"

Bobby told her where to go and she began to run toward her motel room.

"Sarah? What's wrong?" Kate asked when she caught up to Sarah in her motel room. Sarah was franticly packing her bag.

"How have I accumulated so much stuff? I never used to have so much stuff." Sarah ranted, grabbing another bag and franticly filling it with clothes.

"Just stop for a minute! You're scaring me! What is going on?" Kate yelled.

"There's been an accident. I have to go." Sarah said walking out the door and throwing her bags in. "Bye, Kate. Thanks for…well everything." Sarah said, saying goodbye to her first and only female friend.

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