Ch. 9Confrontation

What did I do? Riley leaned against the shower wall with one arm supporting her weight. She ran her free hand through the wet strands of her hair, allowing the warm water to splash off her head and flow down her back. How am I going to explain that little show to Sam? He'll think I'm crazy.

"Great job, Riley." She pounded her head against the tiled wall. "Why do you always have to go and make things so complicated?"

She turned off the water and reached for the white towel that hung off of the rack above the toilet seat. I'll just tell him the truth. He'll at least listen to me. Maybe I can convince him not to have me committed. She ran the soft fabric over her face when she heard the faint crooning of Robert Plant emanating from the other room.

"Crap. I forgot to call Kale." She jumped out of the shower, dripping water all over the hideously tiled floor. She wrapped the small towel around her torso and secured the loose end at her bust. I can't believe it's still working; she unhooked the hardy phone from the top of her drenched skirt and quickly flipped it open.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry I forgot to check-in," she rattled off as if she were a teenager apologizing to her overbearing parents.

"Riley, what are you talking about?" a strong voice called from the other end.

"Ellen? I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else."

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Sam ran the towel through his shaggy hair. Damp strands fell into his eyes. It had taken a while, but he'd finally gotten stink of the fountain off of his skin. I wonder if they've ever even cleaned that thing. He shuddered at the thought.

There was a loud bang at the door, and before he could get the towel completely wrapped around his waist, it burst open.

"What is wrong with you, Samuel Winchester?" Riley stomped into the room leaving wet footprints on the carpet. "Why are you digging into my past? Do you not trust me?" She bombarded him with questions, looking up at his towering face with pain filling her eyes. "I thought…I thought we were friends."

"What are you –"

"Why would you go behind my back like that? I mean, calling Ellen to find out where I came from?" She began to pace in front of him, caught up in her rant.

"I was just-"

"That's low, Sam. I never would have expected that from you-,"

"Riley," Sam caught her by the shoulders, turning her towards him and looking her in the eyes.

"I trusted you," she whispered.

"Will you let me explain, please?" She gave him a hesitant nod. He let out a sigh and took a seat on the edge of his bed. "Riley, the reason I called Ellen… How do I say this?" He rubbed his brow.

"Sam, just say it. I can't get any more upset with you right now." She folded her arms over her chest.

"Okay, fine then. This is gonna sound crazy, but I, I have these visions. And I don't know exactly why I have them, but they were, in the past, always related to the Yellow Eyed Demon, and they were always of someone dying." Riley sat down next to Sam on the bed her eyes wide with disbelief. So he does know him.

"Look, despite what Gordon said, I'm not a demon, okay. You have to believe me. I'm, well I'm one of 'the children' who was chosen by the Yellow Eyed Demon-"

But she had put her hand up to stop him. "It's okay. I believe you, Sam. But why are you interested in my past? What did you want to know so badly that you couldn't just ask me?"

"You mean, you don't think it's odd that I have death visions?"

"I've come across weirder things."

"I guess you would have." He smiled.

"Stop stalling and tell me why," she insisted. "Did you think I was gonna lie to you or something?"

"I couldn't risk it. I figured if I asked the people who knew you, it'd at least give me an idea as to whether you were lying or not. But forget that, I should have asked you first and I'm sorry." He gazed at her with puppy dog eyes. "The reason Dean and I came looking for you is because of those visions. I hadn't had one since we killed Yellow Eyes. That is, until I had one of you."

Riley's eyes grew wide with comprehension. "Sam, are you saying that you saw me die?"

"Don't worry. We're not gonna let that happen." He turned his body to face her. "But that's why I had to find out about you. About where you came from. I had to know what the connection was. Why I was seeing you die. I wasn't sure if it had to do with you or…"

"Or what, Sam?"

"Or if it was how you died." He paused to see how she'd react. She's coping better than they normally do.

Riley took a deep breath. She didn't want her voice to betray her strong front. "And how exactly is that?"

He stared at their bare feet, noticing how much paler her skin was next to his. "I don't know for sure, but I'm pretty sure it was a demon. I only saw flashes." He closed his eyes trying to recall the images. "I saw you in the forest with the vampire dog. Then I saw you up against a wall. Covered in blood."

She cringed as a chill ran down her spine.

"There was a white light and then that was it."

They sat in silence for a moment, each lost within their own thoughts.

"So, what do we do now?" Riley broke the silence.

"Keep you away from any demons and try to figure this out."

"Sam, I'm sorry." She wished she could tell him more, but it wasn't the right time for that.

"You can trust me, Riley." He placed his large hand on her bare shoulder. "We'll get through this. We always do."

Suddenly, the door flung open again. This time Dean and Kale stood in the doorway; guns drawn and ready for anything. They had already searched Riley's room after they had seen the door had been left wide open. When they couldn't find her, they'd rushed to Sam's room where the door had also been left cracked open. They'd feared the worst but had never expected to find the two sitting on the bed in nothing but towels.