After Sara gave the potion to Sam, tensions were high amongst everyone else. Not a single word was uttered because what could possibly be said to someone who gave up their life for another? Besides that, Sara stayed in Sam's room, staring out the window as she waited for him to wake up. Her current predicament flooded her mind as she thought about how she might die at anytime now. She accepted that her life may end short but she still wanted to use her powers for good.
Hearing a moan, Sara glanced towards Sam, seeing his eyes flutter. "Sara?" Sam questioned in a whisper after his eyes opened and scanned the room.
"Yeah," she replied simply before walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge. "How are you feeling?" She asked with concern in her voice.
"A lot better," he answered. "My body doesn't feel like it's on fire now."
She smiled at him slightly, not letting him see her current sadness. "That's great. Do you feel like the werewolf venom is gone?" She asked, making sure the potion had done its job.
"I would say so since my body feels like it's not on fire." He replied, only slightly weak now. "That must have been some awesome cure you gave me." He joked before forcing himself to sit up, putting his full weight on his shoulders as he pushed up and then leaned against the headboard.
"It was a remedy from some foreign village I encountered in the past." She lied but sounded convincing.
"I wish I would have discovered it in the past so I could help people." Sam admitted, thinking about Madison again and how he couldn't save her no matter what they had tried.
"Well, it's pretty rare to actually find a place like that." She continued with the lie.
Sam nodded before an awkward silence followed for a couple of minutes. "Thanks for saving me." He finally thanked her, showing his gratitude. Then he took Sara's hand in his own and squeezed it gently. "I owe you my life." He confessed while keeping his eyes on her intensely, almost as if he might kiss her if she were closer.
Sara pulled her hand away and avoided his eyes. "I can't." She stated, referring to her and Sam being together.
Hurt appeared on Sam's face. "So you can save my life but yet you can't even let me show you my gratitude?" He questioned harshly.
"You have already given me thanks. There is no need to do more." Sara confessed, looking him straight in the eyes. "The only reason you wanted me to be around you in the first place was because of my demon half and my powers." She gave him her opinion and feelings about the situation.
"That's not it," he refused her reasoning. "You're afraid to get close to someone because then you will open up and possibly lose control."
"Been there, done that." She confessed, almost mocking his last statement.
Silence overcame them again, Sam not even asking her what she had done in her past to lose control. "Let me rest some more." He requested, laying back down on the bed again since he still did feel rather tired after all the upset his body had just went through in the past 24 hours.
Sara nodded quietly before leaving his room. As soon as she left his room, Dean hounded her about Sam's condition. "How is he?" He asked with concern, his big brother behavior in overdrive, but allowing someone else to help his brother for once since he knew Sara could help.
"Better," she answered. "I think it worked but he's resting again."
After this, the rest of the evening was rather quiet because no discussions occurred and Sam stayed in his room, that is, until he thought everyone was asleep. He had called Ruby sometime in the evening, feeling like he needed a fix after what his body had just went through. Little did he know, Sara never slept well and when she did sleep, she slept lightly.
Once he could sense Ruby was there, which somehow he could do on a regular basis now, he quietly exited his room and headed towards the front door. He didn't see Dean on the couch, assuming Heather and him had slept in one of Bobby's spare rooms to do what he could only imagine. However, who he did see sleeping on the couch was Sara so he made sure to be extra careful and not make any more unnecessary sounds.
Grabbing the front doorknob and turning it carefully so it wouldn't squeak, Sam opened the door slowly, his eyes glancing back at Sara to make sure she was still asleep. When he noticed her breathing was in an even rhythm and she seemed undisturbed, he stepped outside, closing the door behind him just as carefully. However, the moment Sam had exited his room; Sara had awoken to listen to his every move and gesture.
Once Sam was outside, Ruby stood there, obviously waiting for him for some time. "Hey Sam." She said with a cheesy smile that couldn't even pass off as evil for a demon.
Sam's eyes were on her like she had his drug of choice, which in this case was her blood. "Do you have what I need?" He questioned, obviously addicted to her blood and the power it gave him.
"No, she doesn't." A familiar voice came from behind Ruby. Sara had somehow appeared behind Ruby, even though Sam last saw her on the couch in the living room so it seemed nearly impossible, but after all, she was half demon.
Sam's mouth hung open a little, clearly shocked and also confused about what to do at this point. "It's not what you think." He tried to lie, but since Sara had already known what he was doing, no excuse was going to be good enough.
"Yes it is." Then Sara raised her hand at Ruby who had just been standing idly by as if she found it amusing, and clenched her fist, causing the black smoke to slowly escape out of Ruby's meat suit and seep into the ground.
As the empty body fell to the ground in a lifeless heap, Sam tried to grasp onto her as if he were clinging to the edges of reality. His shock and grief quickly faded, his face turning to one of hatred. "You bitch!" He shouted. "Do you have any idea what you've just done?!"
"I know exactly what I've done," she said confidently. "I saved you from damaging yourself any further."
"The only one who is going to be damaged here is you." He spat at her through clenched teeth as he raised his hand. "You may only be half demon but that means that half of you is killable." His eyes focused on her as his hand was raised, his eyes turning black out to the irises so his eyes were like black holes surrounded by a white sea. Finding the power within him, Sam focused his killing ability on her.
Sara's body flashed orange for a moment before she fell to the ground, her body becoming still and only shallow breaths leaving her body. Sam had somehow managed to try and kill her demon half, or at least damage it on some level. Seeing her like this, Sam snapped out of it, never intending to do much more than startle or hurt her just a little but he had gotten out of control. Noticing that she wasn't moving, he walked over to her and looked down, discovering the bit of blood dripping down from out of her mouth. That's when the panic set in.
Sam finally knelt down, taking Sara's head carefully in his lap. He gently brushed hair out of her face before nudging her softly. "Sara?" He questioned, even though his eyes were open.
She whimpered and looked at him with pleading eyes, her entire body feeling broken in a way that not even she felt when her demon half was trying to kill her and she needed to take her serum. This was just a whole new level of broken. A broken that made her want to die since he had just tried to kill her demon half and technically her demon half was a part of her, a part of her blood, not some possession of a meat suit like every other demon.
"I didn't mean to." Sam stated as if he were trying to apologize. "Can you speak?"
Sara tried to speak but the blood in her mouth gurgled, causing her to cough and sputter more blood out of her mouth. Deciding that she couldn't speak, yet alone do much of anything else, Sam picked her up and carried her inside, laying her down in his bed instead of on the couch. He knelt down next to the bed, putting his head in his hands. "I'm sorry." He finally apologized. "I don't know how to fix this."
Hearing all of the commotion since Sam was kind of loud, Dean and Heather actually awoke, but technically, Heather woke up and she woke up Dean because he was such a heavy sleeper. "What's going on?" Heather asked but then she saw Sara saying on the bed with the blood dripping out of her mouth. "What happened?!" She exclaimed frantically while running over to the bed.
Sam looked up at her with guilty eyes, tears forming in the back of them. "I hurt her." He confessed, his attention refocusing on Sara in her helpless state.
Heather raised her first and punched Sam hard in the face, making his face jerk to the side abruptly.
"Woah! Woah!" Dean interjected, separating the two. "We don't know how he hurt her." He defended Sam, even though he could see the anger on Heather's face and he knew it was pretty obvious that Sam had done something bad to cause Sara to bleed internally.
"I used my powers on her." Sam admitted, turning his head so that it was back in place, his hand dabbing at his now bloody lip.
Dean glared at Sam with confusion and slight anger since he hated it when Sam used his powers, even though deep down he knew Sam had been doing it behind his back often. "Why on Earth would you do that?"
"She sent Ruby back to hell." He answered in a whisper, now feeling even more like the bad guy. Sending a demon back to hell didn't seem like a reason to hurt someone, even if Ruby had supposedly helped Sam and Dean in the past.
"About damn time somebody did!" Dean exclaimed, thrilled with the fact that Ruby was doing the Hell Fire Rumba again.
"She saved your life and that's how you repay her?" Heather asked theoretically since she was disgusted with Sam at this point. "She gave up the one thing that could save her life in order to save yours and you try to put her in the grave sooner!"
"What?!" Sam questioned, his jaw dropping a little in shock and disbelief. "She said she found some remedy from some foreign village."
"She lied." Heather confessed, glancing at Sara on the bed to see her sitting up, her eyes wide open. "Sara? Are you okay?"
"I'm just fine." She responded with a smirk on her face and then her eyes turned completely white, a color that her eyes had never turned a single day in her life, but a close relative could make is eyes turn that color.
The other three gasped and stepped away from the bed, fear on their faces. "Lilith?" Sam asked, wondering if it was her for whatever reason since he seemed to have such interest in him, but then again, Lilith had never been too much for showing her face.
"Wrong gender." Sara answered in a very familiar creepy voice, one that Sam and Dean knew all too well after a few encounters.
"Alastair." Dean uttered knowingly.
Sara's eyes returned to normal, even though it was Alastair now in control of her meat suit so technically it was his eyes, but the smirk still remained. "I must borrow my daughter for awhile for my own personal reasons. I'm sure I will be seeing you real soon though." His smirk only grew as he sounded confident and yet slightly cocky at his statement.
Raising Sara's arm, Alastair used his powers, sending Dean and Heather flying into the wall. He knew his powers wouldn't work on Sam so he acted quickly, grabbing Sam and throwing him into the wall the hard way. Each of them was slumped on the floor for awhile afterwards, Sam unconscious so he couldn't use his powers on Alastair.
Glancing back at the three of them one last time, seeing Dean and Heather trying to fight against his demonic powers, he smirked at them. "Night, night." He said using his powers to bang them hard into the wall again, hoping to knock them out before he disappeared, taking Sara's body with him for the ride.
