I would lead Daggart to the warehouse, and Sam would shoot him. Simple, risky.
I would have put my hands in my pockets but well, I had no pockets. Damn this dress. I was 'alone' and 'unarmed' so Sam and I assumed he would zero in on me. I sighed and kept walking, as if I had a purpose. I heard a crunch behind me and I turned to see Daggart sneering at me. Short. Bald. One eye. "It's nice to see you again Sage. It's been awhile."
I internally shuddered. Creepy to think he knew my name. I took a step back. "Daggart." As of it was all a surprise. He grinned. "That's right. Where's your charge, Sage? Gotta be around here somewhere." I frowned at him. "I finished my 10 years." Then I clapped a hand over my mouth in 'shock'. My heart was pounding in my chest. He had to fall for it, at least for now, or else this wasn't going to work.
He smirked. "Guess you're stuck on your own aren't you?" I took a step back, and Daggart grabbed the small pendant hanging around his fat neck. I started running and he gave chase. I ran around, trying to seem as though I had no intended place to go. Finally, I ducked into the warehouse. I breathed out and looked around to make sure he didn't jump out at me. I knew Sam was watching from somewhere, I just couldn't see him.
The door squeaked open and then Daggart walked in. He sighed. "Trapped now, aren't you darling." I frowned in a very creeped-out way. The term darling coming from someone was like him was severly gross.
Suddenly a gunshot rang out. But the bullet halted in front of Daggart's chest. Sam was standing sort-of near me, gun aimed. Our eyes widened at the same time as the same "Oh shit" thought crossed our minds. Daggart looked at me. "You lied." I did a half shrug. "I don't have to be truthful with murderers." It was a retort.
Daggart's face contorted into a scowl. He looked at Sam. As he rasied his hand, a massive spark flew from his palm. Sam tried to duck, but it hit him in the arm, sending him flying backwards. Daggart moved in. I pulled out the 9 mil gun Sam gave me and put myself between him and Sam. I breathed evenly. Daggart peered at me. "Step out of the way, and you'll live." I didn't move, just kept the gun trained on him, as I had seen Sam do so many times before.
The air was cold, and adrenaline mde every nerve in my body hyper-sensitive. My eyes darted across his face and his limbs for any sign of movement. A nudge. A twitch. Daggart twitched his nose and suddenly waved his hand, ripping the gun out of mine. I gasped and I felt my eyes widen again. I glanced behind me and Sam had just woken up, and was now looking at me in panic. Oh. Shit.
There was the sound of another gunshot, except it was louder than it should have been. Daggart dropped like a rock and I saw Diane and Dean standing side by side, holding identical guns. The ends of both had wisps of smoke trailing out of them. Their faces were both set in a determined way. They looked so identical it was weird.
I breathed a sign of relief. Though that feeling was short-lived at Diane gave me a squinty-eyed look.
"I mean really?! Were you trying to get yourself killed?!" In the time that I was supposed to answer I heard Dean yell, "Sammy, were you trying to get killed?!" I exhaled. "It's not that big of a dea-" "Not that big of a deal? You could have died, Sage!" I shrugged. This was going to be awhile.
We walked back into the motel room and Sam had the same hurt puppy look that I did. Our eyes locked and we gave each other knowing looks. I fell your older sibling pain. Diane pursed her lips and gave me a disapproving look every time she looked at me. I mean, seriously? Was that really necessary? Dean was doing the same thing to Sam.
Being alike does not always have it's perks.
Later, Sam pulled me off to the side. "When is your final year up?" I breathed out. There was a second part to that I never told anyone, including Diane. Us and our secrets. We started being Recorders as soon as the Supernatural occurrances began. So I started sooner than Diane did, because I had to start ever since Sam was being dosed with demon blood.
So my time was pretty much up. I frowned. "What's the date." Sam though for a moment. "March 5th." I inhaled. To the very day. "What's the time?" Sam had that suspicious look. "7:55." Ooo, almost. Azazel started dosing Sam at 8:03 pm. I told Sam this. His eyes got bugger. "Seriously? In 8 minutes?" I nodded.
"So what are you going to do when you're human?" I looked at him. "Who says I'm leaving?" Sam gave me a look. "I'm not letting you tie yourself to me for the rest of your life." I crossed my arms. "That's not your desicion to make." Sam pursed his lips. He had no argument. "Can you quit at any time?" Oh. I hesitated. Sam exhaled. "You don't do you? It's a one time chance." I didn't say anything.
"Sage," he began. I stopped him. "I'm staying. Okay?" He ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh for Go-. Sigh. Why, Sage?" I glanced at his phone. Three minutes.
"I told you," I said weakly. He put one hand on each of my shoulders. "Sage." I think it was the way he said it. Pleading. Curious. Regretful. Sam. He always felt undeserving.
Two minutes.
My heart hammered in my chest.
"Because.."
One minute.
"I..I love you, okay?"
Sam looked shocked, his big brown eyes made me feel warm and safe.
Thirty seconds.
He pecked me on the lips.
I looked at him, and he looked at me.
And I was gone from his sight. For good.
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