Author's Note: This chapter was incredibly hard for me to write and that's why it's a bit shorter than usual. Still, we get to see the beginnings of Amber's plans for Sam so I hope you all enjoy!
Amber had to admit that she was good—certainly better than all the other hunters out there. Sure, she had broken what some hunters might deem "rules"—murdering humans, hurting other hunters for info—but in the end, she had managed to kill more demons than anyone else—with the exception of Gordon, of course.
And that's what Sam Winchester was—a demon. He might have the appearance of an angelic human now, but Amber knew that the evil inside of him would take control soon and then it would be too late for her to stop him. She had to kill him now, while he was still unaware as to her real identity and she had earned his trust.
There was just one small problem—Dean Winchester.
Gordon had informed her that Dean was fiercely protective of his little brother and would not hesitate about killing anything or anyone that tried to hurt his "Sammy". Amber smirked as she sauntered back into the diner. It wasn't that she couldn't handle Dean—she could—it was just that the plan she had in mind to deal with Sam would require Dean to trust her just a little bit. So, she had come up with the best plan in the creation of plans to deal with both Winchester brothers.
It would be flawless.
Dean stepped into the dinner with Sam and scoped the area out, checking for possible threats. No one was in at the moment and he could see Amber practically bouncing from the kitchen to the front counter with a pie in her hands. Seeing Sam, a grin lit up on her face.
"Sam, perfect timing!" She set the pie down on the counter and bounced over to the two boys, quickly pulling Sam into a hug. Dean smirked slightly, amused by the embarrassed look on Sam's face. As if seeing Dean for the first time, she released Sam and stuck her hand out. "Hi there! Ah'm Amber!" Dean shook her hand cautiously.
"Dean, Sam's brother." She energetically pushed the two of them towards a both and placed the pie down.
"Ah hope y'all like apple," She told the two boys. "Sorry. Charlie in the kitchen is running a bit slow so dinner might be a bit, but y'all enjoy the pie, okay?" Amber vanished behind the counter and Sam grinned.
"She's really nice." Sam commented and Dean simply nodded his head, choosing to withhold what he was really thinking from his brother. A few moments passed and then Sam sighed. "You don't like her." It came out as a statement, not an accusation.
"I never said that." Dean protested.
"You never had to," Sam answered. "I know that look."
"What look?" Dean challenged.
"The I-think-she's-evil look," Sam said, rolling his eyes. "You gave me that same look about the librarian in Miami."
"And I was right!" Dean exclaimed proudly. "She was guilty."
"Of embezzling," Sam finished. "Nothing supernaturally related." Sam half-heartedly cut himself a slice of pie and began to poke at it with his fork. Dean frowned, wondering what he could say to his brother. He knew Sam was under a lot of stress—hell, he was too—but it was Dean's job to keep Sam safe, to keep him breathing. If that meant not becoming friends with the waitress and keeping Sam away from her, then that's what would have to happen.
He was about to say something to Sam when Amber's scream pierced the restaurant. Immediately, the two boys jumped up and grabbed their handguns.
"God," Amber swore as the two boys tore into the kitchen. Two bodies lay mangled on the floor. Blood was everywhere and Dean immediately scanned the surrounding area for some hints as to what had transpired. "Charlie, Marie!" Amber was shaking and clearly was going into shock. Dean swore softly under his breath and turned to his younger brother who simply nodded his head.
"Amber?" Sam called hesitantly, but the waitress would not allow her eyes to move away from the two bodies.
"What, why?" Her breath was coming in fits and was shallow. Her skin, once rosy, was becoming pallid and pale. "Ah don't understand."
"Amber," Sam tried again, this time getting the girl to avert her eyes and refocus them on Sam's face. Sam shot her a small smile. "Hey, I need you to breathe, okay? Nice and slow."
"Breathe?" Amber wheezed.
"Yeah," Sam replied, snaking an arm around her waist and guiding her to the door. "Deep, slow breaths." Dean listened as the girl tried to mimic Sam's breaths as the two walked into the diner. Alone, Dean surveyed the room and noted that the bodies had been nearly mutilated. Kneeling, he checked the ground for any traces of sulfur, but instead found black goo.
"Yahtzee." Dean whispered.
It looked like they had a vengeful spirit on their hands.
"They're dead." Amber mumbled, running a hand through her hair. Sam had finally managed to get her breathing under control and the two of them were sitting in a booth in the empty diner. Suddenly, Amber's eyes flashed with realization and she stood up. "The police! I need to call—"
"Don't." Dean interjected and Amber froze, hand hovering over the phone.
"Why not?" Amber asked.
"Find something?" Sam inquired.
"Yeah," Dean replied. "Ectoplasm."
"Damn." Sam cursed and confusion filled Amber's features.
"Ectoplasm?" Amber echoed. "As in that stuff ghosts make?"
"You sure?" Sam pressed and Dean nodded his head.
"No doubt about it." Dean said, grabbing a glass and filling it up with some coffee.
"Ah'm sorry, but y'all are crazy," Amber muttered. "You two do realize you're talkin' about ghosts, right?" The two boys shared a look that spoke volumes and Amber sat down once more. "This isn't happening. Ah'm not here. Just a bad dream—"
"Look, Amber," Dean began, not waiting to see if the girl would meet his gaze. "We need to get you someplace safe." Amber continued her chant of denial and Dean swore softly. "Some help she's gonna be."
"Can you blame her?" Sam questioned. "I mean, those bodies were screwed up, Dean, even more so than usual. That ghost must be beyond angry in order to cause that kind of damage."
"I don't like this Sam—" Dean began with a sigh.
"We have to help—!" Sam protested.
"Sammy, we need to keep you safe—" Dean protested.
"Uh, boys?" Amber's shaky voice interjected. The two boys followed her and gaze and turned around. A ghostly woman in a ripped dress stared at them with black eyes as blood dripped off her hands.
"Damn it!" Dean cursed.
Looks like getting rid of the ghost just became a vital part of the plan to keep Sam safe.
Author's Note: Poor Dean! He just wants to keep Sam safe . . . So, did you like it? Please review!