While Dean's meeting with Gemma, Sam's back at the motel watching whatever's good on cable, which happens to be nothing in particular, but he watches it nonetheless because there's nothing else better to do while he waits. After going to the toilet for what felt like the 10th time today, he hears three immediate knocks followed by another one a few seconds afterward on the door, and knows straight the way that it's Ruby signalling that it's her.
Scurrying straight for his clothes that, like Dean's before, are scattered all over the floor and nearby chair, calling out, "Just a minute!" while he slips them on quickly. Once he's fully clothed, he unlocks the door, opening it up and seeing Ruby's beaming smile. Bending down, Sam draws a line through the salt, allowing her to step inside before covering it back up.
Closing and locking the door, Sam turns to face Ruby, who has her hands on her hips, her favourite stance at the moment, and asks hotly, "What the hell are you doing here, Ruby? Dean could be back any minute, and he's gonna be incredibly pissed when he finds you in here!"
"What's with the attitude, Sam? So he caught us, big whoop. Doesn't mean we have to stop. You know it in yourself that we were doing some good, that you were doing some good. While we were tracking down those who might have connections with Lilith, you were sucking out the demons that were inhabiting them and sending them straight back down to Hell." Her words have some meaning to them, but in the end, Sam can't go back on his word. Not just for the sake of his relationship with Dean, but for the sake of the life of his unborn child.
Sam shakes his head, "I know that you're right, Ruby, but I just can't…I can't do it anymore. I had lost Dean once, I don't want to lose him again. I don't think I could bare it."
Ruby's speechless for the moment, wondering how to change his mind, to make him realize that what they'd been doing was for the safety of him, his family, and the entire human race. But seeing the desperation in his face, the human side of her understands what he's saying.
"Alright…okay, I understand. I'll respect your decision, even though I think it's not the right one, but let me tell you this, Sam," she starts, making her way over to the door, turning to face Sam again, "Something big is coming, I don't know what it is, but it has Lilith written all over it. And you, Sam, you may be the only thing that can stop it and her. Just something for you to think about."
She opens the door, allowing Sam to draw a line through the salt again, before stepping over it. She's about to disappear into the night when Sam's voice grabs her attention, "Before you disappear, I've got something to tell you…on our way over here, Dean told me that, that an angel had pulled him out of Hell. Marked him even. Is that even possible?"
Ruby turns around to face him again, her eyes betraying her, full of fear. A sign that tells Sam that it can't be at all good, "If angels are making their presence known now, then whatever's coming's worst than I originally thought. It's also best if I lay low for a while. They're not particularly kind to demons, as you can imagine, not even to those who are helping those for the good of mankind." She then turns away, uttering, "See you later, Sam," before running into the darkness that is the night. Not stopping when she hears Sam calling out her name.
Knowing that she won't be making an appearance now for quite some time, Sam lets out a deep sigh, trying to make heads or tails of it as he covers up the line in the salt before shutting the door, and waits for Dean to come back from his visit with Gemma Montgomery…
After downing several drinks, and explaining his way of how to hunt successfully, Dean's now a tad drunk and is recounting past hunts with Gemma, albeit slowly, but surely, "…and so being devoid of his…sanity, he tries to kill…kill me. Can you beli…believe that? And he would've done it to if the…shotgun wasn't loaded with rock salt…," he finishes, taking another swig of whatever Gemma had ordered, mulling over its sharp, but incredibly sweet taste.
"He shot you? He actually tried to kill you? Boy and I thought I had my bad days," Gemma replies, having only drank the one glass while Dean's on his fifth or sixth, she'd lost count. She then has the notion to look at her watch and finds that they've been talking, in Dean's case drinking, for near enough two hours.
"Alright stud, I think you've had enough for one night. Better take you back to Sam or else he'll probably will shootyou for making him worry," she utters, taking the glass away from Dean before any more liquor touches his lips. Hauling him up onto his feet, she wraps one of his arms around her shoulders and proceeds to help him walk out of the pub through the back way, which is a lot easier than going through the front with customers getting in the way.
"I'm gonna need your keys Dean," she asks him as they approach the parking lot, she readjusting Dean so he doesn't fall out of her grip and land flat on his face.
"Nuh…nobody drives my…baby, but me…and Sammy," he slurs, but there's no intimidation in his voice as Gemma can obviously tell, "Oh yeah? Well I'm not letting you drive in the condition that you're in so please, give me your keys, Dean. I won't be asking again," she prompts, but with a smile on her face so she appears friendly to him in his drunken state.
He smiles unevenly, his eyes glazing as he endeavours to fish them out of his back pocket, almost trying Gemma's patience as he struggles, but manages to get them out before she's about to grab them herself.
Unlocking the passenger side first, she helps him settle into the seat, hearing him mumble something like, 'I like the smell of…your perfume', as she buckles him in before closing the door and making her way to the driver's side. Climbing in, she buckles up too, shoving the key into the ignition and turning it, loving the roar the Impala emits as it revs up.
"Ooh, no wonder you don't let other people have the pleasure of driving your baby. She's absolutely divine," but there's no answer and she finds that Dean's already fast asleep. Good thing that he's already informed her of where they were staying or else it is going to be a long night…
The sound of a familiar car's engine roaring into the motel's parking lot wakes Sam from his slumber, finding that he must've dozed off whilst watching TV as it's still on. Picking up the remote and switching it off, Sam makes his way over to the window, stretching his tired muscles whilst doing so, and finds that Dean's just coming back from meeting Gemma. Confused, he looks at his watch and notices that he's been gone for over two hours! Looking back outside, he also notices that Dean's not driving the car, but someone else is!
Watching as the driver stops in one of the empty parking spaces right outside the door, Sam can now see that it's a woman with dark skin, her hair tied back into a bun, and a distinctive mark on the side of her face, but he can't quite see it yet. As she climbs out, she rushes to Dean's side, and helps him out, Sam noticing quickly that he's definitely drunk, needing to lean against her for support.
As they make their way steadily towards the door, Sam opens it for them and assists the woman by taking Dean off her hands. In doing so he can now see that the distinctive mark on her face are actually three angry-looking claw marks that had obviously been done by some kind of animal. Werewolf?
Carefully placing Dean on his back upon the bed, the woman heads back outside, closing the Impala doors and locking it before returning to the room, taking notice of the salt that's rimmed underneath the door and along the window sills. All still undisturbed as far as she can see.
"So, you must be Sam, Dean's little brother, am I right?" She asks with a smile, closing the door behind her as she takes a seat on one of the chairs that's situated near the curtained window, "You're a lot taller than I imagined, and you look so much like your mother."
That peaks Sam's interest, but before he can ask how she knew his Mom, she gestures him not to bother, "And before you ask how I know that, your father showed me a picture of her he kept in his wallet. He told me it was taken shortly after they'd gotten hitched. She was very beautiful."
Sam takes a seat at the edge of the bed, the small action causing Dean to mumble something before turning onto his side, his arms wrapping around himself as though he's cold, even though the room's at room temperature.
"Yeah, she was," he utters, trying to fight the tear that's about to shed, but failing, it slowly drawing a wet line down his face, "Apart from pictures, I had…only seen her once. It was on a hunt which involved a poltergeist who was terrorising a single mother and her two young children. In the end, she appeared to us in spirit form and sacrificed herself in order to purge the house of the poltergeist. That was the first and last time I ever saw her," another tear streaks down his cheek, "…and there hasn't been a day that goes by that I wish I could see her again," he says softly, wiping the tears away from his face. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I brought up a sensitive subject. Itshould be me doing the apologizing," she replies, standing up and heading to the door, "Look, get some sleep. We'll need to be sharp and alert if we're going to find and take care of whatever's causing these disappearances," she then steps outside and says, "Goodnight Sam," before she closing the door.
"Goodnight," he mutters, getting up to lock the door behind her before attempting to rid Dean of some of his clothes. With the room at room temperature, they're bound to make him sweat through the night, and make him feel incredibly uncomfortable. Sam manages to strip him down to his black vest and boxers with minor resistance from "Sleeping Beauty" who rearranges himself so he's facing the edge of the bed. Convenient for when he wants to throw up, Sam's inner voice articulates, placing the room's bin beside the bed so it'll be there for when Dean needs it.
Taking a mental note of where the bed is before turning off all the lights, Sam slips under the covers on his side, and slowly closes his eyes, the day's events passing through his mind which, in a way, helps to lull him into a soporific sleep.
Author's Note: Sorry it's taken a while to update, but at least you don't have to wait 5 months for it! (Some of you are thinking, Thank God for that!) Expect the next chapter within the coming week or so…hopefully *fingers crossed yet again*
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