I want to apologize to all my readers. I know it has been for ever since I have updated. But I have been very busy with my family's half an acre garden and unfortunately I don't see the summer getting any less busy. But I just want to let you know that I am not going to stop writing this story.
I want to thank you all for reading my story and a special thank you to superloudean, sam riggs and Lucy Colt and my friends on Face book Sue, Gretchen and Martine for letting me know what you thought.
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As they pulled up to Bobby's house, Sam and Dean were surprised that Bobby's car was not in its usual spot. Of course there were cars everywhere that Bobby would work on, but he usually parked right in front of his house. Instead of his car, there was a car that they had never seen before. It was a black 1966 Ford thunderbird. It was so beautiful that Dean could not take his eyes off of it. "Some one must love that baby as much as I love the Impala. It is so well kept that it looks brand new! Oh, how I would love to get behind the wheel of that baby!" Dean said with so much excitement in his voice that Sam was surprised that Dean did not stop the Impala right then and there and go hug it or something.
Dean was expecting Sam to give him a hard time about his excitement over the thunderbird, so when Sam did not say anything he was surprised and said, "Come on dude I practically gave you that one."
Sam just shrugged his shoulders.
Of coarse Dean understood why Sam was acting like this but he was hoping for a little something from his brother as a sign that he was going to be all right.
"I wonder who it belongs to." Sam asked rhetorically as Dean parked next to the Thunderbird.
Cara was concentrating so hard still trying desperately to find a way out of this mess that she had not noticed any of the boys' conversation.
As they approached the house, Cara could see the whole scene unfold before her eyes. This hunter would open the door and greet the boys. There would be hand shakes and the how-are-you questions. Then he would ask who she was. They would immediately know that she had been lying to them the whole time.
When they got to the door Dean knocked but no one answered so he said, "Should we go in?"
Sam just shrugged, so Dean opened up the door and all three hunters entered the house.
As they entered Sam called out, "Bobby!" thinking that maybe Bobby just had not heard them knock.
But there was still no answer. So they searched the house calling out for Bobby the whole time.
Cara was looking in the kitchen and she heard someone come in the front door, so she hid behind the wall closest to the living room, thinking that somehow this might all be avoided.
Then she head Dean ask "Who are you?"
"That's weird" Cara thought "Why would Dean be asking who Bobby was?" Cara realized that it must not be Bobby. She was about to come out of hiding thinking she had been spared her fate, but then the voice answered and she know that she was in even more trouble!
"My name is James. I am a friend of Bobby's." The person who had entered the house said.
Cara know immediately that this was her brother James but the voice was too young to belong to the James she had done all of this for.
"So where's Bobby?" Sam asked coming into the room.
"Well, that is a long story that I will explain. But first, is that your car out there?"
"Yeah, aint she a beaut!" Dean said bragging over his car.
"Yeah, she is gorgeous!" James said. He had always had a love for cars "But she is leaking oil!"
"What?" Dean said, shocked by what he had just been told. "Come on Sam." he said it was true that Dean would never let Sam work on the Impala, but he needed him to hold the flashlight while he worked. They both ran out side.
That is when Cara realized that she had to come out. She knew that she would have to explain things to her brother eventually and she know that it would be easier with the Winchesters gone.
When James saw Cara, at first he was startled, which Cara kind of expected. Then he did something unexpected; he pulled his gun out and pointed it at her and asked with authority, "Who are you?"
Cara knew that he would never believe her if she just came out and told him the truth. So she asked back, "Who do you think I am?"
"You look like my sister Cara but that is impossible!"
"Well actually it is possible; and if you lower the gun, I will tell you how."
"You really think I am that much of an idiot?" Jams said cocking the gun.
"All right, all right! Look, I am you sister, but I am from about five years in your future!"
"Why don't we stop playing games? We both know that time travel is impossible."
"Not if you get help." Cara said, hoping that he would believe her. If he did not, she was dead, because there was nothing else she could tell him.
James eyed Cara up and down. Did he believe her story? Of course not; he was about to shoot her, thinking she was a Shape Shifter that had really got things wrong. But then as he was looking at her, something caught his eye. He could not deny any more that this was his sister and that everything she had said must have been true. "Ok, I believe you." James said lowering the gun.
"Thank you." Cara said, very relived. "But what changed your mind?"
"Well, I saw that spark of life in your eyes that no one could have duplicated."
"Huh!" Cara said, giving James a weird look. He was not the type of person to be talking about sparks in people's eyes.
"Hey, you were the one who asked!" James said sarcastically and then he asked, "So who helped you?"
"Well I don't exactly know who he is." Cara said, admitting the truth.
"Cara, after all the years we have spent in the hunting world you should know better than to trust some one that you do not know. For all you know he could have been …"
"Look!" Cara said interrupting James rant, "I was desperate and I don't need you chewing me out for trying to save your…" at this point Cara stopped. Was she really going to tell him everything including her deal?
"Save my what?"
"Your life, ok?"
Cara realized that she had gotten herself into this mess. She had to tell him about his death. But there was no way she was telling him about her deal. So she told him a bunch of half-truths and just hoped that there was enough truth in her lie that he would believe it.
"My what!"
"Well, you die in about six months and it took me 5 years to figure out how to bring you back. But now that I have, I will not let it happen again!"
"So why did you come back six months early?"
"It was an accident." It was getting harder to lie. She knew that he was not buying it anymore. How could she have been so stupid to think that she could get away with lying to him? He had always been able to read her like a book.
But then his next words made her realize that she had nothing to fear. He said, "Ok, so how do we stop it from happening again?"
"There it is!" Dean said coming out from under the Impala.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
"It's the oil filter." Dean said, sarcastically.
"Well I know that much;" Sam said rolling his eyes "what I meant was, what happened to it?"
Dean flipped it over showing a crack just small enough for the oil to leak through "One of these rocks." Dean said motioning toward the gravel road that Bobby lived on "Must have bounced up in there and cut it."
"Well, now that we got that solved, lets get back in there and see what happened to Bobby." Sam said.
"Ok, just let me put the new one in." Dean said sliding back under the car.
"So now that I have answered your questions, let me ask one." Cara asked. They had now moved and were sitting in Bobby's living room. James nodded, and Cara continued, "Why did you never tell me that you knew Bobby so well?"
James leaned back in his chair and sighed; this was a long story. He was not sure if he wanted to go into it. But he decided that she needed to know the truth. So he said, "The first thing you have to understand about that is that I knew him back when you were 4…"
"Before the accident." Cara said in a hushed tone. It had never been easy for either one of them to talk about what had happened to their parents.
James nodded and then continued "… He was a really good friend of ours. But one night I heard Dad and Mom arguing with him. To this day, I am not sure what they were arguing about, but I do know that it got really bad and Bobby stormed out of the house. I did not think that we would ever see him again, so I was not even going to mention him. But you must have been no older than six. You started asking questions about mom and dad, and I had to tell you something. Then one day he just called me out of the blue and says that he needs my help. And you being so sick, I did not want to bother you with the details. You needed to concentrate on getting well, so I just left."
Cara remembered that day like it was yesterday. In fact, what had happened during these two weeks was what made her not like hospitals. But somehow she had not realized that it was the same week. She got her tonsils taken out, and at first it looked like every thing was going to be fine. But then she got this really bad pain in the spot were they had just been taken out that would not go away. So James, taking on the worried parent role that he played so well, he had her admitted to the hospital. It turned out that she had a really bad infection and she had to be stuck in there for two weeks with an I.V. pumping pain a killer in her arm the whole time. James had not just left, he had made sure to say good bye. But he had been very cryptic about it. She had never understood why until now.
"Can we talk about something happier?"
"Like what?" Cara said she was perfectly willing to, but there were not very many happy times in her life.
"Well, like, do you have a boyfriend?"
That was just like James; he did always want her to have something normal in her life. But he was wrong; this was not a happy topic. But it had happened two yeas ago and even though it still hurt like heck, she was not going to run from it, especially not when he had been the one to help her through it. So she said, "Well I did but…"
"Well we figured it out. So where is Bobby?" Dean asked as they came back in the house, going over to the sink to wash his hands.
"Why don't you come and sit down and I will explain that." James said, knowing that his question about Cara's boyfriend would have to what.
Once the boys had sat down, James said, "Well, he is not here. He is off on a hunt…"
"Were?" Dean said standing up. Bobby had asked for their help and he was not just going to sit around here if Bobby was in trouble some were else.
"If you would let me finish, you would understand."
"Fine." Dean said, sitting back down.
"Bobby figured out that there were two hunts happening in this general area and so he asked me to come by so he could handle the other one and left me here to handle this one. But this is one of the weirdest hunts I have ever seen and I needed an extra set of eyes on it. And I had heard that you were the best. I figured that you would not come if some random hunter called you for help. So I made my phone number show up on your phone as Bobby's."
"So then Bobby is not in trouble." Sam said with relief in his tone. He might not have said it, but he had been worried about Bobby too.
"So what is so weird about this hunt?" Dean asked.
"Well, over the past week, 6 people of all different ages have gone missing from their beds precisely at 12:00 midnight…"
"Just like it is now." Sam said, stating the obvious.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious!." Dean said in his usual sarcastic nature.
"…one guy was taken while his wife slept right next to him. But the really weird thing is, these people were taken from all over town. There is no pattern as to which house it will go after, or none that I could find which is why I needed you guys."
Just then Bobby's police scanner went off. The voice of the dispatcher on the other side said "Dispatch to car 190. Two people have just called in a missing persons' report. One is a man. He says that his wife of about 25 was taken at…" Sam wrote down the address. "…and the other is a mother of a 6 year old girl reporting the same thing at..." again Sam wrote down the address.
"Well two in one night it is really stepping up its game." James said, after the call from the police had ended.
"So, do you guys want to talk to the mother of the little girl or the husband of the 25 year old?" Cara asked.
"We'll take the husband!" Dean said with out a second thought. He was not comfortable with people crying, and the mother was sure to be crying.
"So I guess that leaves the mother to us, brother." Cara said.
The Winchester brothers just stared at the two siblings. Never in their wildest dreams would they have guessed that these two were siblings.
"So are you two going to just stand there like a couple of idjets with your mouths open, or are you going to talk to that man?" Cara asked sarcastically.
When the brothers pulled up in front of the house, Sam asked "So who are we this time?"
"Open the glove box; you will find two FBI badges."
Sam reached inside the glove box and handed one of the badges to Dean.
"No; that one's mine." Dean said, motioning towards the other one in Sam's hand.
"Ok." Sam said, handing it to Dean. He found it weird that Dean would care so much which one he got. But he opened it and saw the name on it, "Frances Johnson?" Sam said, a little annoyed that Dean had given him an I.D. that had a girl's name on it.
"Well, just show it real fast, Sammy. No one will notice." Dean said, finding it very funny.
Ok. I know that this one does not have my usual cliffhanger, but that is because I had originally thought that this chap and the next one were going to be one chap. But it was just too long. I still think that it is good. What do you think?
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