Summary: Now that Dean's life hangs in the balance, Sam and Blaire try to find ways to get their brother out of his deal, as well as coping with the thought of losing their brother to Hell. Blaire tries to deal with new abilities, and while help comes from an unwanted source, the Winchesters know they need all the help they can get to save Dean's soul. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Blaire Winchester. I don't own any script used in these chapters either.
A/N: Wow, sorry for the late update. My heart was thundering while I wrote the end of this chapter. I love this episode! I avoided season 3 when it came out 'cause I didn't want Dean to die...But I realise I should've watched it, 'cause it's just awesome! Anyway, thank you for the continued support with this and I really hope you enjoy this chapter!
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The Paths We Tread: Going Under
Chapter Three
A woman had been battered to death outside a clothing store over, believe it or not, a pair of shoes.
Blaire and Sam shared concerned looks as they arrived at the crime scene, and Blaire looked at her baby brother, arching an eyebrow as she spoke. She loved clothes, and she loved shoes (despite not being able to have any particularly nice ones), but she'd never kill someone over them.
"What kind of person kills someone because they want their shoes? Seriously?" She asked, "God, I know girls go crazy when they're shopping, but jeez..."
Sam just shook his head, and as they entered the store, they saw Dean talking to a pretty young woman about how the incident outside had made him realise just how fragile life is. He could've done with listening to himself considering the mess he'd gotten himself into. The girl smiled at him gratefully and walked away as he saw his siblings and excused himself, turning to the two hunters who were looking at him as though he was nuts.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked him, watching their brother hold his arms out like what Sam had asked was obvious.
"Comforting the bereaved." He replied as Blaire snorted and shook her head.
"Hunting your prey more like." She said, "You'll turn any situation into an advantage to bed a woman, you know that?"
"And what are you doing?" Dean asked them, like they'd done something wrong.
"Um...working." Blaire answered, grimacing at her brother.
He pulled an 'oh' face and began to nod as Sam elaborated on Blaire's answer. The middle Winchester huffed and ran a hand through her hair, moving her rather long fringe to either side of her face. She was in the process of growing it out, so she didn't have it sticking in her eyes on a daily basis. She only had so much time to visit a salon and have it cut.
"Dead body...Possible demon attack..." Sam said, "That kind of stuff."
Dean coughed, frowning as he patted his chest. Blaire glared at her brother. She knew what was about to come out of his mouth and she clenched her fist ready to punch him for it. She knew that man better than he knew himself sometimes, and it freaked him out. She wished she had that same gift with Sam.
"Guys, I'm sorry. It's just, you know, I don't have much time left, and, uh..." He began, coughing over dramatically as Blaire's face twisted into rage, "I gotta make every second count."
He jumped back as his baby sister punched his arm hard enough to bruise, wincing as she grabbed his jacket and pulled his face close to hers. Sam just folded his arms and arched his eyebrow at his brother, and while Dean's expression turned to one of pleas for help, Sam didn't budge.
"You sick bastard." She snarled, "Pull your act together. Don't use this situation to get sympathy for your own actions, you idiot."
Blaire had been sympathetic about Dean's remaining time on earth. She'd been understanding and tolerating considering his behaviour, but Sam and Dean understood that she was still really pissed at her brother for making the deal. As Blaire's eyes made their way to meet Sam's, she stopped as they met a very spruced up Bobby, hatless, an in a suit. Sam saw the way his sister cheered up at the sight of the older man, and he looked at Dean with a soft smile.
"Whoa...Looking spiffy, Bobby.." Dean muttered, "What were you, a G-man?"
Bobby straightened his tie in the mirror just behind the trio, and approached them to talk to them. Blaire giggled as she looked at him and he gave her a soft glare. He knew she wasn't used to seeing him all dressed up like that, and he could never stay mad at that girl, no matter what she did.
"Returning from the DA's office." The older man said, "Just spoken to the suspect."
"Yeah?" Sam asked, "What do you think? Was she possessed?"
"Don't think so." Bobby replied as he looked up at the youngest Winchester, "There's none of the usual signs. No blackouts...No loss of control. Totally lucid. Just think she really wanted the shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her to be sure. Nothing."
"Bobby, take the advice from a woman who loves shoes," Blaire began, looking at each man as she continued, "Women don't kill other women for shoes...Okay, some girls might go crazy and have a brawl over them but they don't kill each other."
"Maybe she's just some random whack-job." Dean said as he eyed up a girl with white-blonde hair who walked past the group.
"If it had been an isolated incident, maybe." Bobby answered, "But first the family? And now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. You guys find anything around here?"
"No sulphur." Sam said, shaking his head lightly, "Nothing."
"Well, maybe something." Dean told the group, looking up towards a security camera which the others saw after following his gaze, "See? I'm working."
"Anything interesting?" Dean asked as Sam and Bobby viewed the surveillance footage of the store.
Blaire sat opposite Bobby, both on the table where the equipment was, while Sam sat on a chair, and Dean leaned on the back of said chair. They all watched the tape, seeing a man approaching the suspect who was stood looking at clothing on a rack close to the shoes.
"I don't know yet..." Sam replied, "Could be just a guy. Or he could be our guy."
They watched the man speak to the woman suspected of the murder, and then touch her shoulder before he began to talk to her while looking at the victim who was looking at a pair of gorgeous green shoes. Sam looked up at Bobby in realisation.
That was their guy.
That night, Blaire, Dean and Bobby sat in a car staking out a pub called The Old Terminal. Bobby was grateful to be out of that stuffy suit and to have his cap back on his head. He felt naked without it, and to be honest, he didn't look the same without it. The group were all tired, and as Bobby let out a long yawn, Blaire found herself falling victim to the contagion of yawning.
"What time is it?" Bobby asked Dean, causing him to check his watch.
"Seven past midnight." The other man replied, hearing his sister shuffle in her seat.
"You sure this is the right place?" She asked, sitting forward slightly as she yawned again and rubbed her eyes.
"No." Dean answered, "But I spent the whole day canvassing this stupid town with this guy's stupid mug."
He lifted up the picture of their guy from the security footage as he spoke.
"And supposedly he drinks at this stupid bar..."
The banging of Sam's hands on Dean's window made everybody in the car jump, and as he opened the car door, Dean gave him a scolding look.
"That's not funny." He said, grunting as Sam shoved his seat forward so he could squeeze into the back of the car next to his sister.
"Yeah..." He said as he slammed Dean into the dashboard with the force of pushing his seat forward, "Alright...So...So John Doe's name is Walter Rosen..."
Dean slammed the door shut, while Sam tried to ignore the look of pure shock that was on his sister's face. She met eyes with Dean who looked really pissed off, especially while she tried to stifle a laugh over what had just happened.
"He's from Oak Park just west of Chicago. Went missing a week ago." Sam continued.
"The night the Devil's gate opened." Dean stated, earning a nod from Sam, "So you think he's possessed?"
"It's a good bet." Sam told him before beginning to address everyone, "So, uh, he just walks up to someone, touches them...and they go stark raving psycho or something?"
Blaire knew that it wasn't just the usual low level demons that got out of that gate. There'll have been demons that escaped who had power much greater than the hunters had come across before. She knew that things in Hell were unspeakably evil, and she wondered what could be causing this. She knew it wasn't just a demon. She could feel it.
"Those demons that got out will be able to do things we've never seen before." She said quietly, "This isn't just an ordinary demon. It's something else. It has to be."
"You mean the demons we let out." Sam corrected, earning a glare from his sister.
"Guys...?"
Everyone looked up as Dean spoke, seeing none other than Walter Rosen getting out of a car and making his way across the parking lot. The moon cast an eerie shine on his face, and it sent chills down Blaire's spine. She'd been having funny feelings about their location for most of the time they'd been there, and now Walter had shown up, she felt sick to her stomach. Something wasn't right.
"Alright..." The older Winchester said, "Show time."
"Wait a minute..." Bobby said, causing the siblings to stop.
"What?" Dean asked.
"What did your sister just say?" The older man asked, "We don't know what to expect out of this guy. Your sister's got a lot more sense than you give her credit for. For now, we should keep watch 'til we know more."
"So he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?" Dean asked, incredulously.
"We're no good dead." Bobby told him, "We're not gonna make a move 'til we know what the score is."
"Hey, Bobby...I don't think that's an option."
Blaire looked out of the window to see Tamara and Isaac following the guy into the bar. Blaire snarled and opened the car door, climbing out to follow them. Sam, Dean and Bobby hurried out to follow her. They watched the pair disappear inside, and Sam grabbed his sister to pull her away.
"Get off me!" She snapped, "You think I don't know they're walking into a trap?"
Sam stared at her with a confused expression as the other hunters caught up with them. She stared at them all and then at the doors to the bar. She chuckled and shook her head, glancing at Bobby with a soft grimace.
"Bobby, I know that they're your friends...But they're not exactly subtle." She said, "Isaac had holy water in his hand. I could see the cross on the flask from where we were...If I can see it, that demon's gonna see it. I'm pretty sure he'll know he's being followed."
The group looked at her as she took out her own flask and poured some of her water onto the blade of her knife, before she turned and set off in the direction of the bar. As she went to open the doors, she found they were locked.
"Yep...I was right." She told the men as they followed, "Let's go."
She began to kick the doors, finding Sam and Dean helping her to do so as they fought to get inside. Bobby took over kicking as she took the keys to their car from him, and she broke into a run spinning the vehicle round towards the bar. As Dean, Sam and Bobby moved out of her way, she drove through the doors, causing the demons to startle.
As the three hunters ran inside, Blaire jumped out and threw her holy water at them, being joined by her brothers and Bobby. The middle Winchester saw the body of Isaac on the floor, blood and what looked like bleach spilled out near his body, and she actually felt guilty for punching the guy in the face. He was clearly dead. Tamara, who had been held still by the demons, was freed as they staggered away from the burning holy water, and Blaire rushed to her side, pulling her close to her body. She was screaming, distraught as she saw her husband on the floor, and Blaire knew she was hoping to get him some help.
"Leave him, sweetie, he's dead..." She said as calmly as she could, "Get in the car, honey..."
She passed her over to Sam who got her inside, and then climbed inside himself as Bobby took the wheel. Blaire stabbed an approaching demon with her holy water covered knife, causing it to scream in pain as it backed away from her. She got in next to Sam, shouting to her brother who was still spraying the demons with holy water.
"Dean, come on!"
Dean saw the guy they were after and flung the holy water at him as he opened the trunk to the car. He ran out of holy water, and as the demon in question began to laugh, black eyes gleaming, only for his gleeful expression to be wiped off his face by Dean punching him several times and hauling him into the trunk of the car. The demon, horrified at the sight of a devil's trap above him, screamed as Dean slammed the car trunk closed, yelling at Bobby to go as he climbed into the front seat of the car.
Blaire hushed a sobbing Tamara as Bobby sped away while everyone tried to recover from the panic of their attack on the demon infested bar.
-TBC-
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