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Searching
She had no idea why she was doing this.
Dean and Sam – well, more Dean than Sam – had treated her like shit since they found out about her past. Yet here she was, risking her ass to save theirs.
She hot-wired a car and set off to find Susan's house, the latest victims wife, all while keeping an eye out for the Impala which could help her find their location without Kerry needing to wake up poor Susan and ask her a few questions.
As she drove, she remembered every harsh word or thing Dean did, mostly because it was still pretty fresh in her memory and also because she needed to think about both reasons why she should and shouldn't do this.
There was that time she tried saying sorry to him, after Sam and Bobby had left them alone that first day at Bobby's when he'd tied her to that chair.
"Dean, I'm so sorry," she whispered to him, tears threatening to spill over. "I know you hate me but you should know that I never pretended to be your friend. All that was real."
He snorted and shook his head before turning towards the stairs. "Say all you want, sweetheart, you know why? 'Cause to me, all you were was a hot piece of tail."
Ouch. That had stung. Yet she'd doubted his words. Until he basically proved it to her the next night.
She been allowed to sit on the couch with a book. It was a hunting one which taught her all about Witches and what the most common spells to look out for were. It was pretty handy since she rarely came across Witches which meant she didn't know a lot about them.
It was late, and Sam was sitting opposite her on an armchair as he typed away on his laptop. He was the main reason why she was allowed where she was; he'd promised to keep a close eye on her.
If she didn't know better, she'd say that Sammy almost felt sorry for her.
The clock had barely struck midnight before Dean drunkenly opened the front door, smelling of some kind of whisky, and – as much as she hated it – overpowering girls perfume.
In her chest, her heart hurt and throat constricted as her suspicions were confirmed; up and down his neck were red hickeys and lipstick – the same color which was smudged against his lips and cheeks - letting both her and Sam know exactly what he'd been up to while he was out.
"Argh, Dean," Sam gagged, giving his brother a disgusted look. "You could have at least showered before comin' back."
Dean just grinned drunkenly, barely managing to catch himself on the wall when he stumbled. "Wasn't near one, Sammy. She was so hot for me, we didn't even make it outta the Impala." He gave him a wink.
By now, Kerry's heart was aching and she felt sick. Jealous. She was jealous. She couldn't deny it even if she didn't want to admit it. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions as she placed the book on the couch and stood up. "I'm goin' to bed." She mumbled and headed down to the basement. Bobby had a hidden bunker down there which they'd be letting her stay in.
Sam jumped up and followed her so he could make sure she wasn't going to escape.
She knew she didn't really have a right to be hurt over that. Her and Dean wasn't dating. Sure, they'd kissed once but they were drunk and it was only fun and games – according to Dean, anyway.
There was other times he'd been cold towards her that hurt. Mostly just the odd comment here and there, or he'd give her the cold shoulder sometimes. It got better as time went on. Her confession must have sunk in and he finally began to accept it.
What it meant for them exactly, she didn't know.
But what she did know that despite how much he hurt her, she knew he only did it because she hurt him first. It was his way of dealing and she can't say she blamed him. If only she could bring herself to tell him the whole story.
"Here we are." She mumbled as she pulled up outside of Susan's house. She was thankful when she noticed that the lights were still on, signalling that she wasn't asleep yet. She really didn't want to wake up a possibly recently widowed Mom of four kids.
She climbed out of the car and headed up the steps to the house, more than ready to find out what was going on.
Speaking to Susan was a bust. She didn't find out any information that could tell her Sam and Dean's location, nor did it give Kerry any hints as to what they were hunting.
So she had no choice but to drive around town, trying to spot the Impala. It was midnight now and there was nothing she could do in terms of interviewing people. Not that she could do that anyway, even if it wasn't night time…she had no idea if Sam and Dean brought any of her fake I.D's. Why the hell would they? They probably didn't expect her to need them.
An hour later, she was driving down a abandoned part of town, the last place she hadn't looked. It was pretty run-down with litter all over the place and old graffiti covering buildings which were in the process of falling down.
"This is creepy." She commented, driving slowly. It was pretty ironic to think, especially because of her lifestyle…but it was like something out of a horror movie. She half expected something to jump out in front of her car.
"If I was a monster who liked kidnapping people, I'd live here," she thought to herself out-loud, wondering if those might have been Sam and Dean's thoughts…if they'd run into this place.
She went to turn the corner, entering a new part of the run-down town when words on the side of a building caught her eye and she slowed to a stop so she could read them.
'The pain, the pain,
Blood splattering and spraying,
Like rain, like rain.
If you want to live,
Stay away, stay away.
Before you're next and screaming his name,
Doctor Fay, Doctor Fay.'
She scrunched up her nose as she read it, wondering who would put something like that there, what they meant by it, and more importantly: "Is that written in blood?"
Not only that; it looked fresh, too. And not fresh by a day, or a week. More like fresh as in it was done an hour ago.
She wasn't easily scared but this place was giving her a serious case of the heebie-jeebies.
A big part of her was screaming at her to turn around and leave but she knew, if Sam and Dean was caught up in whatever the hell this freaky-ass town was, they needed help before something serious happened to them.
Biting her lip, she reached into the back of her pants and pulled out her gun. She rested it on her lap, where she could grab it easily as she switched on the small light in the car and grabbed the map.
She found town she was in and let her eyes scan the areas, looking for any sign that the poem on the wall could help her locate Sam and Dean's possible location.
"Derek Fay phytriatric hospital." She mumbled when she spotted it. "Doctor Fay, maybe?" she thought before sighing loudly. "A phytriatric hospital? Really?" she almost looked sick. "Those things give me the creeps."
Rolling the map back up, she reluctantly drove in the direction of the hospital.
She didn't know whether to cry or laugh when she spotted the beautiful sight of Dean's Impala parked outside of the hospital.
It was good really; it meant she was on the right track and they were inside somewhere, but it also worried her. Had they been in there this entire time?
If that was the case, why hadn't they come out yet?
Gripping her gun tightly, she gulped before taking a deep breath and exiting the stolen car.
She had no idea what to expect, or what she was going to find. She just hoped that Sam and Dean was ok because she really didn't think she could do this on her own.
