What Would You Do- Chapter 3
A/N: So hopefully you've enjoyed the story so far. Thanks to RecklessAbandon777, and XKaterinaNightingaleX for being my only reviewers so far! Glad you're enjoying the story! Here's chapter 3!
Chapter 3: Case work
It was September. The leaves were just beginning to turn colors as Fall was slowly approaching. I brushed my long brown hair over my shoulder as I stood next to Sam, both of us dressed in black suits, our cover being FBI agents. It had taken some time, but I managed to convince Sam to work on a case to get our minds off of Dean for a while. Sitting in motel rooms with nothing to do but think of Dean wasn't helping either of us. Although the pain was still there, it was now a little more manageable…just enough to work on a case without either one of us turning into blubbering messes with Dean's memory.
Digging through the research I had found a small town, Pontiac Illinois, where there were reports of people who had murdered their loved ones claiming to be possessed by a demon. Working on this case led us to a woman who had just lost her husband a week prior to us arriving in town. According to our information, we tracked down the woman intent on asking a few questions to figure out what was going on.
Sam parked the Impala in front of the woman's house, a large multi storied house with beige paneling and green shutters. There was a basketball hoop next to a paved driveway that appeared to not been used in quite a while as the paint was faded and peeling. Sam and I trekked our way to the door through the grass climbing up the three concrete steps to the front door, his finger pressing the doorbell.
It didn't take long before the door swung open. A woman stood just inside the house in a long red shirt and black shorts as she answered the door, her blue eyes wary behind wire framed glasses, her long hair brown with streaks of grey.
"Mrs. Collins?" Sam began politely.
"Yes." She answered cautiously, her eyes flickering back and forth between us. "Can I help you with something?"
Sam smiled, "Mrs. Collins. My name is Agent Filmore…" He reached for his fake badge in his inside pocket as I did the same showing it to the woman as I did. "…and this is Agent Maxwell. We would like to ask you a few questions about your husband if you don't mind."
"Feds? I already told the cops everything." She scoffed.
"Please, Mrs. Collins. It will only take a few minutes." I added as both Sam and I slid our fake badges into our coat pockets. Shrugging, she opened the white metal screen door to allow us to enter into her home.
It didn't take us long to confirm that the husband had been possessed, both of us agreeing as we got into the Impala and drove away from Mrs. Collins's house.
By the end of the night, we had tracked and captured a demon intent on interrogating it. Trapped within the devil's trap Sam had drawn on the ceiling, we questioned the demon that we had tied in a chair. The demon had possessed a middle aged banker named Christopher Cromwell. His hair was short and dark cut in a way that was similar to Dean's haircut (short and spiky, although Christopher's hair wasn't spiked). Christopher's eyes, once green, now black as the demon stared at us. I felt bad for this poor man who had done nothing to deserve this and yet I knew the exorsism would be rough on him… perhaps he wouldn't survive the ordeal. No matter what we did, the demon was not impressed and laughed at our attempts to get any information out of him. Sam began reading a passage in Latin, not quite sure what he was saying exactly, and the demon began to scream.
"He'll come back you know…" The demon chuckled, and Sam paused waiting to hear what the demon had to say. Normally he wouldn't have stopped, but this time was different.
"Who will?" Demanded Sam, his eyes narrowing at the demon.
"Lucifer." The demon sneered before chuckling.
"Your lying." Sam sneered, his eyes cold. The book he was reading from was still open to the exorcism, but he wasn't about to tear his eyes away from what the demon was saying to the printed words he so often repeated and practically knew by heart.
"I'm not." The demon sneered as he lunged against his binds, his eyes black as he laughed. "The first seal has already been broken."
Damn it! I cursed silently. This was not happening again!
"What are you talking about?" Sam questioned again, his eyes narrowing at the demon, taking a step closer, but staying just outside the trap.
"Hell on earth. Lilith is trying to open the gates of hell to set Lucifer free." I answered for the demon, not bothering to look at Sam. Instead I glared at the evil in front of me. "When was the seal broken?"
"Last month." Came the demons reply.
"Damn it!" I cursed outloud this time, beginning to pace back and forth. This was so not good.
"What's going on Alice?" Sam questioned, his eyes flicking between the demon, and me. I ignored Sam, and asked another question.
"How many seals have broken?"
"A few. Don't know for sure. It's above my pay grade."
I cursed again. This was not good. I couldn't stop Dean from going to hell, and I couldn't stop him from breaking the first seal either. So far, I hadn't stopped anything… except keeping Sam away from Ruby.
"He will return. You just wait and see. The last seal will be broken and Lucifer will walk the earth." The demon added.
"Not if I can help it." I sneered. I half expected a retort from Sam, but he stayed quiet. "I hope your boss is comfy… As long as I'm around…He's not going anywhere." I nodded to Sam, and returned my attention to the demon as Sam began reading the exorcism again. His screams echoed around the room as black smoke erupted from the host and disappeared in a flicker of flames.
Surprisingly the man the demon was possessing survived, and he staggered out of the hotel room leaving Sam and me alone. As soon as he was gone, Sam rounded on me, abandoning his book on the table.
"What the hell was that?"
"It's nothing, Sam." I shrugged, really not wanting to have this fight right now, reaching for some supplies shoving them in a duffel.
"Like hell it isn't." Sam retorted. "What the hell is going on, Alice? I know you know something."
I paused, and sighed, turning around to face him. He was angry. Not super upset, but irritated that I hadn't told him anything. I hadn't wanted to tell him anything. He wasn't supposed to know anything…at least not yet. "What do you want me to say?"
"The truth."
"I told you. Look," I sighed, pushing my hair over my shoulder. "There's so many things that I want to tell you, and I've wanted to tell you so many times… But there are things that I can't tell you, no matter how badly I want to. I will never lie to you…I've never lied to you… Please, you have to trust me on this."
"Fine. Just tell me one thing. The demon. Was he telling the truth?"
I couldn't keep it a secret any longer. "Unless I can somehow stop it, Yes… Lucifer will walk free."
"Okay. So how do we stop it?" He asked, all anger seeming dissipated, as he took a seat on the motel bed.
"At this point, I don't know if we even CAN stop it. So far, I haven't been able to stop ANYTHING that I was trying to stop…." I growled, frustrated.
"And those things were what, exactly?" Sam pressed.
I strode over to the bed and took a seat next to him sighing as I placed my head in my hands. How much should I tell him? I knew I needed to tell him the truth…and he would probably think I'm completely bat-shit crazy.
"Sam, Do you remember when we met?" I questioned, lifting my head to turn to look at him, my blue eyes meeting his green ones. I remembered it clearly. I claimed to be a psychic that knew the future and that they would need my help. Dean was not convinced and it took a while to get him to trust me. Sam was a little easier to convince, but not by much. "I told you I was a psychic and that I could help you. I know what's going to happen, but I'm not psychic…well a little bit, but that's beside the point. I'm not from this universe, Sam. Where I come from you and your brothers' lives are a television show. Somehow I ended up in this universe and I know what's going to happen because I've seen it."
Taking in his features, he didn't look convinced. I really prayed that he trusted me on this. I was taking a huge risk by telling him about this. It had taken so long to get him to trust me, I prayed that I didn't just crush that trust.
"A television show? Really?" His eyes scanned my face looking for something, trying to determine if I was telling the truth or not. It didn't seem like he believed me, but he continued. "Ok. So let's just say you're telling the truth. What's going to happen next? You must know that, right?"
"It's not that simple. I know of major things that are going to take place and I'm going to try and save as many people as I can in the process." I explained as calmly as I could, almost begging him to understand. "Please, Sam. Anything I tell you now is not going to make sense. I promise you, I'll tell you anything that you want to know in a few days."
'As soon as Dean comes back from hell.' I thought. I had wanted to tell him that Dean would return in a few days so badly that the words nearly slipped from my lips, catching myself before I could make that mistake.
I began to doubt myself when even after a few days, Dean still hadn't shown up at the motel door with Bobby and I began to doubt he ever would. I had to eventually face the fact that perhaps Dean was never coming back and that only caused me to break down. Whether it was good or bad, Sam was there to pick up the pieces as I bawled to him like a baby.
"He's not coming back, Sam." I wailed, as I clutched his shirt, tears streaming down my face now red and splotchy from crying. The pain was overwhelming. Where would that leave me? Was I stuck here forever? Would I ever get home to my family and friends? I had already screwed up so much. After many reassuring words, I began to calm down. I clutched my chest as a tear leaked from my eyes again, "It hurts so much."
"I know, Alice. I know." He gazed at me as I pulled away, his fingers brushing my tears away with his thumb. I sniffled as I gazed into his eyes seeing the pain that was locked within. Without warning, he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. For a moment I was stunned, but without realizing what was happening my lips began to move with his. It lasted only moments and I was disappointed when I felt him pull away, turning away embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Alice. I shouldn't have-"
Sam failed to finish that sentence as I successfully cut him off, crashing my lips to his. My hands found their way to the sides of his face as I straddled his lap, his hands going to my sides, never breaking the kiss. The pain I felt at Dean's loss was so overwhelming I just wanted to forget about it for a moment, begging Sam to be my distraction and he obliged well into the night.
When I awoke the next morning snuggled into Sam's chest, I didn't want to get up. I knew Sam was awake when I felt a light touch brush my cheek, before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I knew I had to get up and when I finally opened my eyes Sam's face was a mix of emotion. Content, happy, sad, fear, guilt…
"What's wrong?" I questioned, propping myself up on my arm. When he didn't answer, I pressed further. "Sam, What is it?"
He dropped his gaze from mine, and pushed himself into a sitting position leaning back against the headrest. "I'm sorry, Alice."
"For what?" I was confused. Why was he sorry? It's not like he hurt me last night, and followed every request that I had.
"Last night."
His words confused me, when a thought came to me. "Don't be sorry. We were amazing. At least I thought we were amazing."
"It's not that. We were amazing. It's not…well, it is…" He trailed, raking a hand through his hair, the action caused by nerves.
"Sam." I warned, my eyes narrowing slightly. "Spit it out."
"I feel like last night was a mistake. It never should have happened. I feel like I betrayed Dean by us sleeping together. You're his girlfriend for Christ's sake."
"Sam. Listen to me." I nearly demanded, cutting him off reaching for him forcing him to look at me. "Dean's gone. I'm not his girlfriend anymore. I was upset last night, but it doesn't mean that last night was a mistake. Dean's not coming back…I have to accept that and move on."
The words were half a lie, but I couldn't…wouldn't… tell Sam that. Anything to ease his guilt was what I was going to do. That night I got the surprise of my life, and my actions, I knew, would cause a chain reaction so big… it would be apocalyptic.
A/N: What do you think of that? Please review. Next chapter will be Lazarus Rising… and we get to see Dean, Bobby, and maybe even Castiel. Thanks!