Holy Crap!! That took a hell of a lot longer than I hoped it would. Sorry about that guys. You would not believe the last few weeks I've had. My friend went in the hospital, my computer crashed, I got behind in school and had to make it up…not fun, especially when you're in college. My friend's fine which is why I'm posting now. Thanks for waiting guys. So this is a continuation of 3.16: No Rest for the Wicked. Well, hope you guys like! Enjoy!!
P.S.-I put up a poll on my bio about my next SN story. Unfortunately, I already told a few people that I'd write a sequel to my other story for Saiyuki so I'll write that first then start on the next SN one. Please vote so I know what you guys want! (I'll most likely do all of them but I just want to see what you guys want next :D )
Sam and Dean sat in the Impala, on their way to New Haven…in silence. Neither had said a single word since they had left Bobby's and it was starting to get on both of their nerves.
Sam held Ruby's knife in his hands, testing its sharpness for the fifteenth time since he got in the car, and Dean remained focused on the road while still sparing a subtle glance here and there of Sam.
Dean was the most nervous, however, as he fisted the steering wheel, nearly rubbing the palms of his hands raw. He knew this was the perfect opportunity to tell Sam he loved him. They were alone, Sam couldn't walk away, and there wouldn't be any distractions. The only issue now was actually getting up the gall to open his mouth and form the god damn words. But try as he might, whenever he tried, Dean's throat would nearly close, and his heart would all but give out from the fear of what Sam would say. It was ridiculous, he thought, how fucking hard this was!
Just say it! I love you, Sam. See? Not that hard!
But it was that hard and it just pissed him off that he couldn't do it. The main reason was that he knew that Sam would be pissed and since he only had a few hours left, he wanted to spend as many of them with Sam as he could, even if he wasn't quite the Sam he was used to. So he kept quiet.
Sam also took quickie looks of his brother and his heart broke each time he did. From the look on Dean's face, he looked really upset about something. Did he somehow find out?
Then Sam had to laugh at himself. Which secret could he have discovered? He had fucking three and none of them small. A secret deal in which he sold his soul, a secret taboo love he felt for his brother, and a secret power of the mind.
But that didn't help to ease him at all. To be honest—heh, honest—he was finding it truly difficult not to just spill everything. He only had a few hours left and he wanted to be out in the open instead of having all of these pressures bearing down on his shoulders. He was suffocating and Dean could be the air he needed. All he had to do was admit it to him.
"Sam."
He froze completely at that one word and listened intently.
"There's something…" Dean hesitated before he took a deep breath. "There's something I want to talk to you about."
Sam's heart rate sped. Oh God. Here it is. The accusation and the blame.
"Sam, you know that I love you."
Sam's eyes widened. No. Please, not this. Not now.
"You don't have to do this," Sam said in a quivering voice, though he tried to hide it as best he could.
"Yeah, I do. Because I can tell that something has been up with you lately. I don't know what it is, but you're different somehow and the only thing I can think of is that it's the deal and you're still pissed at me about it. Which is fine. I'd be pissed, too."
Sam winced.
"But you need to understand, Sam. The only reason I did it is because of…it's because I love you, Sam. Whatever happens, just remember that, okay?"
It took every ounce of his willpower but Sam remained silent because he knew that if he opened his mouth he'd spill everything. His deal, his un-brotherly love…he had never felt so torn. It was a physical strain to keep quiet.
Unfortunately, Dean took the silence as a negative sign and blinked back his tears, swallowing past the lump in his throat. So he really does hate me.
Dean cleared his throat. "Well, that's enough of a chick flick moment, huh? How 'bout some tunes." He leaned over and turned on the stereo as Bon Jovi's "Dead or Alive" came on.
Sam looked over to Dean, who was now humming to the song, thinking his brother had gone insane.
"Bon Jovi?"
"Bon Jovi rocks…on occasion."
Sam couldn't help the small smile as Dean started to sing along with the lyrics. When Dean insisted he sing, too, he felt an immense weight lifted from his chest as he sang out the words. He felt like the rest of the world melted away and for that single moment…it was almost like old times. He was now merely in the car with his big brother singing a song he thought would never grace Dean's baby's speakers on their way to a normal hunt.
He knew now that somehow, everything would work out. He was not sure how or why, but he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him so. Even if it was completely wrong, he is able to thrive in this feeling if only for a moment. That was more than enough.
Several hours later, the boys including their surrogate father Bobby, were standing outside a suburban house, looking in on a normal looking family, seeming to be having a normal dinner…consisting of chocolate cake and a worthwhile helping of utter terror.
"It's got to be the little girl. No way in hell a normal family serves chocolate cake for dinner," Dean announced quietly.
But Sam knew for certain. He could see Lilliths true face. And damn was it nasty. "Alright, then. Let's go. We're wasting time," said Sam, already on his way to the front door when Dean grabbed him back.
"Wait."
Sam looked to him like he was crazy. "For what? For her to kill the rest of them?"
"Yeah, and us, too, if we're not careful. Look," said Dean as he motioned toward the street, "real go-getter mailman on the clock at nine PM? And Mr. Rodgers over there."
"Demons?" Sam asked, though he had already sensed their presence.
"Got to be."
"Okay, fine. We ninja past those guys, sneak in."
"And what, give a Columbian neck tie to a ten year old girl? Come on."
"Look Dean, I know it's awful…"
"You think?"
Sam became serious then and stared Dean down in his eyes getting more and more frustrated. "This isn't just about saving you, Dean. This is about…" Screw his promise with Ruby. He could tell him now. It was close enough, right? He would find out in the next hour or so anyway. What's the harm? "This is about saving…" Tell him. Tell Him!
But Ruby was right. He had to keep the secret for just a little while longer.
Heaving a deep sigh, he finished sadly with, "This is about saving everybody."
"She's got to be stopped, son," Bobby added in.
Dean looked back into the window at the little girl and felt a pang of remorse for his job. "Ah, damn it."
Their plan made up and now in motion, Dean played bait as he made himself visible to the demonic mailman. He stopped to stare and when he was spotted, started to run, the mailman giving chase after him and gaining some serious ground. Dean ran behind one of the houses where Sam was laying in wait with Ruby's knife. Sam grabbed the demon-in-sheep's-clothing and stabbed him square in his back, covering his mouth so he wouldn't scream with his stolen vocal cords.
The duo did the same with 'Mr. Rodgers,' taking care of him quickly, and dragging him behind his house as a cover. Dean then started forward, continuing with their plan of attack when he was suddenly pushed against a metal fence face first, a body pressed against his back.
"I'd like my knife back, please, or your neck snaps like a chicken bone."
He recognized that voice anywhere. Ruby.
Sam came up almost immediately and held the knife to her throat. "He doesn't have it. Take it easy."
She backed off and Dean moved from the fence, catching his breath. He stared at her then with a disbelieving and slightly pissed expression. "How the hell'd you get out?"
Ruby shared a knowing look Sam's way for only a moment then back to Dean. "What you don't know about me could fill a book." Turning back to Sam, she glared at him. "Sam, give me the knife before you hurt yourself."
"You'll get it when this is over."
"It's already over. I gave you a way to save Dean. You shot me down. Now it's too late. He's dead. And I'm not going to let you die, too."
"Try and stop me and I'll kill you…bitch."
"Hit me with your best shot, baby."
"Guys, guys!" Dean scolded. "Hey, have your little catfight later." He motioned toward the center of suburbia to see a dozen or more demons standing outside their meet-puppets' homes staring at them. "So much for the element of surprise."
Sam opened the door to the gate. "Run. Run!" Dean and Ruby raced past him before Sam followed, the demons close behind. They made their way to the little girl's house and Sam immediately kneeled and started working on the front door's lock.
"What the hell's taking Bobby?" Dean asked under his breath before checking on Sam's progress.
"I'm trying," Sam said as he looked back to find that the demons had caught up a little too quickly for his liking.
Just then, as though on cue, the sprinkler system turned on, spraying holy water thanks to Bobby, and just as the demons ran onto the lawn, their skin started to sizzle and blister as they screamed before running back out into the street.
Sam was able to unlock the door and he and Ruby went in. Dean laughed back at the demons and followed Sam and Ruby into the house closing it behind them. However, his joy was short lived as he looked down to see an elder woman on the floor covered in blood and flies.
"Think Lillith knows we're here?" Sam asked.
Ruby nodded. "Probably."
They all walked into the next room, their nerves on edge, almost expecting something to jump out at them at any moment. Which it did.
A man came bursting through the next door and ran into Dean who quickly reversed the situation and grabbing the man's arms, making him immobile, and covering his mouth.
"Shhh. We're here to help. Okay? I'll remove my hand and we're going to talk nice and quiet, okay?"
The man nodded jerkily and Dean did as promised and moved his hand.
"Sir," Sam asked, "where's your daughter?"
The man, already scared out of his wits, had a more terrified look about him as he shook his head again. "It's not…It's not her anymore."
"Where is she?" Sam repeated.
"Upstairs in her room."
Dean then got the man's full attention by putting his hands on his shoulders. "Listen to me. I want you to go downstairs in the basement and put a line of salt down at the doors and windows."
"Not without my wife," he refused.
"Yes without your wife," Dean countered.
Just after the man started to refuse again, Dean beat him to it with a quick jab to the nose knocking him out. Dean heaved him over his shoulder before the man hit the ground and placed him down in the basement himself as Sam and Ruby continued their search up the stairs.
They parted once they reached the top, Ruby going right, Sam going left and having the upper hand with the knife securely in his fist. He slowly made his way into one room finding it empty of any people. Continuing on, he opened the next door he saw at the end of the hall very slowly, thanking which ever god cared to listen that it didn't make a sound. Against the far wall was a canopy bed, the pink lace curtains drawn, and what looked to be two occupants lying in it. Sam slowly made his way to the side and gradually opened the curtain to find a middle aged woman trembling on the bed and the ten year old possessed girl asleep on her shoulder.
The mother looked up to Sam and whispered urgently, "Do it."
Sam looked down to the girl and found himself...lookin at a normal ten year old girl. Lillith wasn't in her anymore. Damn it! Where the hell could she have gone so quickly? Or worse yet, where was she now?
He backed away from the bed as the mother whispered those damning words over and over, echoing in Sam's head like a banshee's wail. He shook his head and backed away more as the mother just gave him the most desperate pleading look.
Dean walked in then and saw the two girls on the bed, then up to Sam with a question written clearly on his face. "Sam, what are you doing?" he hissed. "Kill her!"
Sam shook his head again. "It's not her. It's not the girl anymore."
"What? How do you know?"
Shit, how the hell was he supposed to answer that? "I just do."
The little girl started to wake up, the mother and Dean tensing. She looked around for a minute and began to look scared. "Mommy? Mommy, who are they? What happened? Mommy!"
The mother released a half sigh, half sob as she pressed her baby to her chest in relief.
With that, the boys escorted the mother and daughter pair into the hall, Dean telling them to meet the man of the family in the basement, Sam meeting up with Ruby.
"Well, I hate to say it but I told you so."
"Alright, Ruby," Sam said, "where is she?"
"I don't know."
"Could she get past the sprinklers?"
"Her pay grade, she ain't sweating the holy water."
Sam seemed to pause for a moment, thinking about their new situation. After a minute, he nodded resolutely. "Okay."
Ruby turned to look at him confused. "Okay what?"
"Okay. It's finally time."
"What are you, Vague World Champion? Stop the riddles."
"It's finally time that you live up to your expiration date." Sam unexpectedly pulled the knife and held it to Ruby's throat as he pinned her to the back wall.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she screeched.
Dean was close behind just as confused. "Sam, what's gotten into you?! Since when are you part of the hate Ruby club?"
Ruby craned her neck to look Dean with a sarcastic sneer. "Nice."
Sam held her harder. "It's not Ruby."
Dean looked even more confused. "What?"
"I can see your real face," Sam said to the girl before him, "Lillith."
Well, there you have it. More to come obviously. See you soon! And this time I can promise that the next chap will be up within the week.
