Dean eyed Summer as she sat on Bobby's worn couch her knees were drawn up to her chest eyes staring at something only she could see. She had taken a shower at some point and brushed her hair. But that dead look still had not left her and he wished he could take that away from her. He sighed and walked over to where she was sitting and sat down on the coffee table. "Summer," He murmured, it seemed he was always going to be talking to her this way. In quiet tones so as not to startle her. "Summer I have to go away for a while." She looked at him nodded and looked away again. Should he tell her what he was about to do?
When he looked at her, he thought no she probably wouldn't even understand him. He sighed again and stood up, "I'll see you when I get back." he had an appointment he had to keep and if he didn't leave now he would never leave.
Summer sat on the couch not feeling anything but that didn't mean she couldn't hear. Dean rescuing her as he did proved that he had nothing to do with the horrors that were brought upon her. And proved to her that she just might have a trusted ally in this war. She took a chance and looked over at Sam and Bobby they didn't know she was looking and she sorta felt like that weird creepy chick that looked at people with dead eyes. And she almost laughed when Sam said, "Is this where you lock me up in the panic room?" Bobby looked at him with a serious expression on his face and asked, "Do I need to?"
She turned back to look at the wall when Bobby looked her way she heard him sigh before walking over to her. "If I make you something will you eat it?" She nodded murmuring, "Make it a raw steak and you got a deal." She doesn't need to look at him to see the surprise on his face that she actually talked. She knows she hasn't said a word since thanking Dean in the Impala. "Okay," He said slowly, "okay one rare steak coming up." she didn't have to talk to be ready for what was to come but she did have to eat.
When Bobby brought her the steak (still mooing she was glad for that) she ate it slowly taking tentative bites while he looked on. She knows why he's doing it he wants to make sure she eats. She forces down every bite for his sake and vaguely wonders where Sam was. When she is done, she lays down on the couch taking in all the smells around her drawing in its comfort. The kind of comfort she only seemed to gain when here and as she drifts off she feels a blanket being drawn over her and lets a small smile grace her lips. No matter what happens to her in this world, she will always be safe here. She will realize how wrong she is later but for now she is content.
At some point and she is not sure when but she's awoken by a crashing sound. She jerks awake throws the blanket off her and for a moment is lost as to where she was. She scurry's up the couch when Bobby runs her way but by the look in his eyes, she has no time for the fear that was building in her chest. "Summer come on we gotta go!" He barked holding out his hand, she nodded mutely and grabbed for his hand only to have it snatched away. She let out a little involuntary scream at the loss and almost fell on her face. She snarled at Sam when he hit Bobby over the head and letting the older man fall to the ground.
She wasn't strong enough yet the steak and sleep had gone a long way but not long enough she was still to weak to take on a hunter that couldn't feel pain. She got to her feet looking for something anything that she could use to defend herself and her friend but found nothing. When she faced Sam she found he had in his hand an all too familiar form of torture for her and when she didn't move fast enough he was on her injecting her with wolfsbane.
She has a vague memory of being dragged down the stairs she didn't know what he had planned for Bobby and her but knew it couldn't be good. She felt the burning sting of silver around her wrist as pain ebbed and flowed through her body. Injection was always so much worse than drinking it or touching it. She looked up at Sam her eyes unfocused as she watched him take her other wrist hand handcuff them both just above her head. She twisted and turned trying like hell to free herself.
She lashed out with her foot catching him in the thigh. She maybe a seriously weakened werewolf but for fucks sake she was still a werewolf. He fell to his knee looking like she hadn't hurt him at all and maybe she hadn't a small smile spread across his face and he almost looked sorry. Almost. He couldn't feel sorry because he had no soul to tell him he should be sorry. "Why are you doing this?" She asked hoarsely her eyes flickering to Bobby who was struggling with the ropes that bound him to a chair.
"Dean wants to give me something back, something I don't want."
"So you're going to kill me and the man that has been like a father to you." He cocked his head to one side surprised by her words well maybe not surprised oh hell she doesn't know what is going on inside his mind so she just gave up. And renewed her struggles for freedom. "I have to do this," he says and she doesn't know if he is talking to her or Bobby. "I have to do this in order to save myself."
"Don't do this Sam! You've been like a son to me boy." Sam nodded sharpening the knife in his hands he pauses in his work looking over her and Bobby and she feels the icy fingers of fear trace up her spine. "Yeah you have, can't deny that. In fact that's why you're the perfect for the job." Bobby grunted and jutted his jaw towards her. "Yeah then why her?" She could not keep the smile off her face it was brief, small and barely there but it was a smile nonetheless. She could always count on Bobby. "I have my reasons." Sam murmured eyeing her for a moment again fear trickled up her spine. After everything was, she doomed to die here by Sam's hand.
She eyed Sam furiously working at the cuffs that bound her wrist above her head but she could do nothing but listen to her skin sizzle when it made contact with the silver. Just as Sam brought the knife to Bobby's neck Dean appeared out of nowhere and knocked his brother out. "About time you showed up!" Bobby snapped and she could not keep the bubble of hysterical laugher inside.
She stood outside on the porch soaking in the light of the crescent moon. She was a child of the moon and took great pleasure in its light except this night it held no pleasure for her as she listened to Sam's screams. Soon it would be over and Death will have returned Sam soul to his body. And she couldn't help but wonder what kind of problems that would bring. With Sam soul locked away in the cage, she was free from her memories of him. Could avoid Dean and all that he made her feel. They could fight the on coming tide with ease. Now well she just did not know.
She gripped the porch railing her nails digging into the wood when she heard footsteps coming. At first, she had feared it was Dean but she should not worry about that because he would be with Sam. "You all right Summer?" Bobby asked handing her a much-needed beer. She nodded and took the proffered beer putting it against her still burning wrists. She would need to eat something soon or else she would not heal right. Better yet, she needed to feel the ground underneath her feet. She needed to feel the call of the wild hunt something that has been denied her for to long.
She popped the top off the bottle using the railing and downed the beer in two gulps. She gave the bottle back to Bobby and was greeted with a smile. "Go on I'll tell him where you went." She nodded again not trusting her throat to convey what she was feeling. If she was honest was not much at the moment and hopped off the porch. Jogging over to the cover of old rusted cars that would never see life again, she changed.
Bobby stood there for what seemed like forever. Just waiting for her to emerge from the cover of rusted cars. She has never changed in front of anyone in this house not that he knows of at least. And not for the first time he wonder just what that bastard Crowley did to her. Finally, she emerged black sleek fur shining in the pale moon light. The white on her muzzle blending in with the black. She was a big wolf looked a lot like a timber wolf ice blue eyes glowed unnaturally in the night as she eyed him before loping off into the night. He hopes her run brings her peace she cannot find here. He thought if not a bit whimsically.
She returns from her hunt tired and in more pain, than she thought could be possible. She received no peace from her run and it should have brought her something but it did not. She changed as quickly as she could her fingers still aching and dressed back in the jeans and baggy sweatshirt. She climbed the steps and found the door unlocked. She sighed and walked into the old run down home and crashed on the couch. Just before drifting off to sleep, she wondered how Sam was doing. The thing is that sleep could not bring her peace either because as soon as he eyes closed she was assaulted by the smell of blood and silver burning her skin.