Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
Note: I am so sorry this story was abandoned for a time! Work/school has been hectic but that is no excuse. The story will be finished, and hopefully there will be no more long waits between updates. This chapter is short but seven turned out rather well so…please enjoy: )
Never Fails
Chapter Six
The next morning Sam awoke to find Dean sitting on the end of the bed. He yawned and started to sit up.
"Dean? Where…?"
"I found the demon."
It was a gray house with a burgundy door. The lawn was manicured, bright and green, pansies lining the walkway. The family inside was happy, never guessing they had been marked by an unspeakable evil. That a creature with golden eyes had picked their six month old as part of a plan, that they were in considerable danger. Sam sighed drumming his fingers along the steering wheel.
"So where's Dad?" Dean asked quietly.
"Don't know." Sam shook his head slightly. "He said he wants us to be a family again." Dean looked up, his face awash with a mixture of surprise and happiness.
"That's great."
"No, it's not, Dean. I mean what the hell? Why couldn't he have felt that way when we were kids, when this all could have been different? It's just…It's never going to work that well between Dad and I. All we do is fight and screw everything up. It'll never be the way you and I…" Sam drifted off as a woman left the house, a baby carrier and diaper bag in tow. He could see her talking softly to the baby as she strapped it into the back of her silver car and for a moment he was struck by thoughts of his own mother. When he was still a little boy Dean would always tell him about her, how much fun she was and how beautiful. But Sam had no memory of her at all. Just a few pictures and hand-me-down memories from his father and brother.
"Earth to Sam… are we going to check out this house or not?" Dean's voice cut into his thoughts.
"Yeah."
The décor of the home was nice and simple. The baby's room was light yellow with white wainscoting. Tiny ducks and flowers danced around the top of the room on a pale border. Standing in the infant's room Sam was filled with the sick feeling of dread. He couldn't explain it but he could feel the demon. It had walked these halls before and it would walk them again. Only this time, the Winchesters would be there to stop it.