We came to a stop at the old Welch house and I felt my skin begin to tingle a heartbeat before my body felt like it turned to ice.
I shrieked loudly as the cold took over me, something was wrong but I had no idea what. It was hurting so bad. I heard Sam calling my name but it was fuzzy as if it was from far away.
'Don't worry, this won't last long. I wish you no harm,' a soft, female voice whispered inside my head.
Just as the voice had promised the freezing within my veins soon dulled to a little chill but I felt strange. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to get my bearings.
I was sitting with my back against the door of the Impala and Sam was leaning over me, his hands resting on my shoulders trying to steady me.
'Ri, are you OK? What happened?' he asked worriedly.
'I'm fine,' I replied, my voice sounding huskier than normal. Sam pounced forward, pulling me into his arms and burying his face into my neck.
'Thank god,' he breathed against my cool skin, 'I can't lose you now. Even if you hate me, which I would understand, I will always care about you.'
Something twisted inside my stomach, pulling me towards Sam, drawing me in. The sudden lust took over and I reached my arms around his neck, twisting my fingers in his hair.
'Sam,' I breathed, I needed him, now!
'Ri, what…. What are you doing?' Sam asked pulling is head back, looking at me strangely.
'I need you,' I said, leaning forward, trying to press myself up against Sam.
'Riot… I… I can't… Jess,' he whispered in feeble protest. His words might be saying no but I saw in his eyes he wanted me just like I wanted him. We both wanted what we had been denied by past events.
'Sam, just forget everything else. Sam, please, just kiss me,' I pleaded desperately.
That was all it took to break his control and get him to crush his lips to mine in urgency.
He pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him and moved so he was sitting normally in his seat. I pulled back and grinned, removing my hands from his hair to press the button that sent the seat flying backwards so Sam was practically lying down. I leaned over him, our body's melding together as we reignited our kisses with even more passion before.
'No… I… Can't,' he gasped breathlessly each time we came up for air.
'Just forget her,' I said angrily. My sudden anger broke through Sam's lust and he sat up causing me to fall with my back against the dash.
'You aren't Riot,' he said, 'and now it's time for you to go home and let her go.' He slammed his foot down on the accelerator and drove us through the wall of the old house.
I felt the ice rush through my veins once more and then nothing. The passion that had controlled me only moments before vanished with the cold and left me feeling empty and numb.
'Ri, you ok?' Sam asked warily.
'Yeah,' I replied keeping my eyes closed, refusing to face the reality of what had just happened.
'She possessed you didn't she?' he asked putting a comforting hand on my cheek.
'I… I think so,' I replied.
'Do you remember what happened at all?' he asked his voice hopeful. I assumed he was hoping that I wouldn't remember anything, so that was what I told him.
'Nothing, just a cold feeling and everything going back,' I lied but his body relaxed a little though there was something in those beautiful, familiar eyes that made me wonder if he had maybe, just maybe hoped that I did remember.
'Sam look,' I said pointing out the window at the pale woman in the flowing white dress that I had seen at the bridge last night.
She stood, her head turning to view every inch of the room as if searching for someone. Her children, I realised as the appeared in front of her.
'Mommy, you've come home,' the little boy said and with the girl by his side, surged forward, encasing their ghostly mother in their small arms. She let out a howl of anguish as the floor opened up beneath them, revealing a fiery portal that sucked both woman and children into its depths.
'You guys OK?' Dean asked as he ran into the house through the giant Impala shaped hole in the wall having finally arrived, thankfully he had missed the little show in the car, if he had seen it I would never hear the God damned end of it.
I nodded when both boys looked at me, my breathing returning to normal at last.
'Good, now if either of you have damaged my car, I'll kill you,' he said, 'I might let you off with a warning Riot.'
Sam gave a cry of profanity since I got off easy, and I stuck my tongue out at him.
'Shove out Sammy, backseat,' Dean said, opening the door. Sam grumbled but complied anyway.
After much squealing from the tired, we backed out of the old house and began to make the way back to Stanford to drop Sam off since we finished what we had come here to do.
'I think dad left us on purpose,' Dean stated as we passed the sign saying farewell from Jericho.
'What makes you think that?' I asked, wondering why the hell Dad would leave us. He pulled something out of his jacket and tossed it to me, Dad's journal. He never went anywhere without it.
'Look at the latest page,' he told me and I flipped through the pages until I came to one that said Dean & Riot followed by a set of numbers.
'Coordinates?' I asked and he nodded. 'Sam can you search these?' I handed the book back and Sam typed them into an app on his phone.
'Somewhere called Blackwater Ridge,' he declared after a minute and handed me back the book.
'Seems like Dad wants us to keep up his work,' Dean thought aloud.
'If we go above the speed limit we could make it by tomorrow morning,' I said looking over a map of the US.
'Guys, I've gotta get back to school, I need that job interview,' Sam muttered.
'Oh yeah, of course,' Dean said, sounding disappointed. I told myself to just brush it off, that this was gonna happen all along but somehow I couldn't stop the first tear from falling.
'Stanford it is,' I replied and Dean floored the accelerator.
We drove through the night, the darkness hiding the tears that hadn't stopped falling.
We came to a halt before the little house Sam lived in with Jessica on campus.
'Well here we are,' Dean said as Sam sat in the back, looking out at the house.
'I guess this is goodbye then,' Sam said softly.
'Yep,' I replied, not being able to keep my voice kind, 'I'd say see you round but we all know that you're just gonna cut contact like last time.'
'Riot..' he started but I cut him off.
'Don't worry Sam, just get going.' My voice broke on the final word and I turned so he wouldn't be able to see my tear stained face in the dim light of the car.
'Goodbye Sam,' Dead said firmly, as if telling him to get going before he knocked his brains around. I was glad I had him watching out for me, even if protecting me meant sending his own brother away. I was truly grateful for him.
'Bye guys,' he muttered and he got out of the car, shutting the door gently behind him. He stopped momentarily on the porch to turn and look at the car with those sad puppy dog eyes that broke my heart into even more pieces.
Your welcome, the voice from the shower said inside me head followed by a purely demonic laugh.
Oh shit, I thought as I ripped off my seatbelt and flew out of the car towards the house. The moment I reached the door I heard Sam scream Jessica's name if horror and I raced inside to fins the entire room engulfed in flames, Jessica's still body lying on the ceiling, the same as your mother, some part of me whisper, not the demon this time.
Dean raced in, hot on my heals and pulled Sam away as the roof collapsed in. Together we managed to get Sam outside and calm him enough so he could speak coherently.
Not long after the fire fighters arrived and doused the flames until the only things left was the charred remains of the house and glowing embers.
We each gave our statements, saying we arrived just after the fire so we wouldn't be under suspicion and went back to the Impala.
'So what now?' I asked gently.
'We hunt,' Dean replied.
'I want to find Jess's killer,' Sam declared, his voice filled with venom.
'What was it then?' I asked, trying to make him see that it was a fruitless endeavour.
'I don't know but we'll find out,' he growled.
'And maybe we can find the Easter Bunny too.'
'Not fair Riot,' he said sadly.
'All I'm saying is we have no idea where it is while we have a trail that might lead us to Dad that is getting colder as we speak.'
'How about we follow that and we can search for clues along the way?' Dean suggested.
'Ok,' Sam and I agreed at the same time.
'Let's get going, we have hunting to do,' Sam said getting into the backseat. I went to get in the front seat but Sam stopped me. 'Umm, can I have some company back here?' he asked, looking down as he said it as if expecting me to yell at him and say no.
'Sure Sammy,' I replied softly and got in beside him. He gave me a sweet, heart melting smile and Dean got in and began to drive.
I wondered if Sam would still feel this way if he knew I might have had something to do with Jess's death.
Instead of dwelling on the fact I let myself fall into a comfortable sleep with Sam's shoulder brushing mine in the backseat of the Impala while Sam drove us towards our next destination.