Chapter 10
A couple hours later, they arrived at Bobby's.
"Bobby?" Dean yelled as they walked into Bobby's house.
"Down here." He called from the basement. So the three went downstairs to meet Bobby. "Well, thanks for shaking a tail."
"Yeah, you got it." Dean said as they walked to the panic room.
Sam opened the door to the panic room.
"Go on inside. I wanna show you something." Bobby said. Dean took ahold of Sarah's wrist and held her back as Sam stepped into the room.
"Alright. So, uh, what's the big demon problem?" Sam asked through the open doorway.
"You are. This is for your own good." Bobby said as he and Dean shut the door, locking Sam inside.
"Guys? Hey, hey. What?" Sam said anxiously before Bobby closed the window in the door. "This isn't funny. Guys! Hey! Guys!"
"Are you seriously going to keep him in there?" Sarah asked appalled.
"Yes." Dean said flatly.
"What? You're crazy! That's Sammy!" Sarah said moving toward the door.
Dean stepped in front of her, "You so much as breathe on that door and I will tie you to a chair. And trust me, you won't be able to slip my knots."
Sarah growled then spun around and walked upstairs.
A couple hours later, Sarah, Dean and Bobby were sitting in the living room. Sam was screaming downstairs.
"How long is this gonna go on?" Dean asked impatiently.
"Here, let me look it up in my demon – detox manual. Oh wait. No one ever wrote one. No telling how long it'll take. Hell, or if Sam will even live through it." Bobby said sarcastically.
"Well isn't that a nice thought." Sarah chided.
Just then Bobby's phone rang.
"Hello… Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I'll kill you." Bobby said before hanging up.
"What's up with Rufus?" Dean asked.
"He knows." Bobby said vaguely. The phone rang again. "I'm busy, you son of a bitch. This better be important." Bobby said gruffly into the phone.
Sarah sat on the porch watching Dean yell for Cas. She watched as they talked, Dean growing more angry. The she saw something, she didn't think he would ever do. She saw him swear to serve the angels.
"You did it, didn't you?" Sarah said as he approached the porch. He just walked past her and into the house. Sarah followed. "You are such a fool, Dean Winchester. Such a damn fool."
"What's going on?" Bobby asked approaching them.
"Well, big, bad Dean here just signed up to play with the angels." Sarah said sarcastically.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angels bitch?" Bobby asked. Dean just looked at him. "I'm sorry. You prefer sucker? After everything you said about them, now you trust them?"
"Come on, give me a little credit, Bobby. I've never trusted them less." Dean said to the surprise of Sarah. "I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet vulcan."
"Then why in the hell…" Bobby started.
"Because what other option do I have? It's either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon."
"I see your point." Bobby said.
"Sounds like either way, we all get screwed." Sarah sighed.
"You hear that?" Dean asked.
They stopped and listened a moment before Bobby said, "Yeah, that's a little too much nothing."
They all hurried downstairs and looked in the window of the panic room. They saw Sam on the floor having a seizure.
"What if he's faking?" Dan asked.
"You really think he would?" Bobby asked back.
"No, he's too good for that." Sarah said.
"I think he'd do anything." Dean ignoring Sarah.
Sam suddenly flew up and slammed against the wall by an unseen force.
"That ain't faking." Bobby said as they threw open the door. Bobby and Dean grabbed Sam and pinned him to the floor. Dean & Bobby pinned his upper body and Sarah jumped on Sam's legs to keep them from kicking everywhere.
"We're gonna have to tie him down for his own safety. Dean? You with me? Dean! Before he has another fit." Bobby yelled.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get it over with." Dean growled.
A few hours later, after researching for hours, Bobby, Sarah & Dean fell asleep in the living room. Bobby was passed out on his desk. Sarah was curled up next to Dean on the couch with his arms around her. Sarah & Dean didn't notice Sam sneak out. Bobby, however, did. He tried to stop Sam from leaving but Sam got the better of him and knocked Bobby out.
Bobby woke a while later in the junkyard with a splitting headache, but he pushed through the pain and ran back inside to wake the others.
"Dean, Sarah. Wake up, Idjit's!" Bobby growled once in the living room.
Dean & Sarah jolted awake, pushing away from each other.
"What? What's wrong?" Dean asked.
"Sam's gone."
"What?" Sarah asked.
Dean gave a shocked look to Bobby then looked to Sarah, searching her face. "How?"
Sarah's eyes widened. "You think I let him out?"
"And I'm supposed to believe you didn't?" Dean said harshly. "Lately, I don't know what to believe in you."
Sarah smacked him then walked outside.
"Boy. You can be such an idiot sometimes. She was curled up with you when he escaped. Now if you're done being stupid, can we go see how your brother got loose?" Bobby scolded. They traveled downstairs and unlocked the panic room door.
"How the hell did he get out?" Dean asked.
"Maybe he had help. Room full of busted devil's traps." Bobby suggested.
"Demon's? Ruby."
"That'd be my guess."
"How did she even touch the door?"
"You think she's got the mojo?" Bobby asked.
"I didn't think so. I don't know, man."
"What difference does it make? How he got gone? Ain't as important as where he got gone to."
"Well, I'll tell you one thing. At this point I hope he's with Ruby."
"Why?"
"Cause killing her is the next thing on my to-do list." Dean growled.
"I thought you were on call for angel duty."
"I am on call. In my car, on my way to murder the bitch." Dean said walking way.
"One thing." Bobby said stopping Dean.
"What?" Dean asked turning around.
"Sam don't want to be found, which means he's gonna be dam near impossible to find."
"Yeah, we'll see."
Sarah ran out of the house, so furious. She didn't stop until she reached the town. She went to the diner and stewed there not wanting to return to Bobby's yet.
A few hours later, Sarah quietly walked back into Bobby's house and heard him talking on the phone.
"Cops found the Escalade in a ditch outside Elk river… A couple of hours. I pulled up a weather map, made some calls. There's a town not far from there, Cold Springs… Lighting up with demon signs… Hey listen… us finding Sam? It's gotta be about getting him back, not pushing him away… I know you're mad, Dean. I understand. You got a right to be, but I'm just saying. Be good to him anyway. You gotta get through to him."
Sarah grabbed the keys to one of Bobby's cars and ran outside. She drove like a bat out of hell trying to get to Sam and Dean. A horrible feeling in her stomach.
She spotted the impala in the parking lot of a hotel and raced in. After bribing the front desk clerk, she ran up to the honeymoon suite.
She walked in to see Sam throw Dean through a decorative wall. He fell the coffee table, smashing it to pieces. Sam then walked over and began choking Dean.
"Sam!" Sarah shouted running over to try and pull him off. "Sam stop it!"
Sam pushed Sarah back and removed his hands from Dean's throat before saying, "You don't know me. You never did. And you never will." He then started walking to the door.
Sarah moved over to help Dean sit up.
"You walk out that door, don't you ever come back." Dean spat out. Sam stopped at the door and turned to look at them then continued out the door.
"No!" Sarah cried out.
"Dean? Dean! You listen to a word I said?" Bobby asked Dean, who was staring out the window. Sarah was sitting on the couch, her head in her hands.
"Yeah, I heard you. I'm not calling him."
"Don't make me get my gun, boy."
Turning to face Bobby, Dean said, "We are damn near kickoff for Armageddon, don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?"
"I know you're pissed. And I'm not making apologies for what he's done, but he's your…"
"Blood? He's my blood, is that what you were gonna say?" Dean snapped.
"He's your brother. And he's drowning." Bobby sighed.
"Bobby, I tried to help him, but… look what happened."
"So try again."
"It's too late."
"There's no such thing."
"No, dammit! No. I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life. Ran away to Stanford the first chance he got. Now it's like déjà vu all over again." Dean said then took a seat. "Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants."
"You don't mean that."
"Yes, I do, Bobby. Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was."
Sarah's head snapped up. Tears streaming down her face. Bobby turned and leaned on his desk then made a big, angry sweep, tossing books and papers to the ground. He then advanced on Dean.
"You stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good? Make you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!"
"I told him, you walk out that door, don't come back! And he walked out anyway! That was his choice!" Dean said back angrily.
"You sound like a whiny brat. No. You sound like your dad. Well, let me tell you something. Your dad was a coward."
"My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward?"
"He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him. That don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was. So you do both of us a favor. Don't be him."
"Alright. That's enough both of you!" Sarah yelled. Both men turned to look at her. "Bobby go cool off."
He grumbled something then walked out of the room.
"Dean…"
"Oh what? You want to lay into me too? Try to make me change my mind? Well it won't work so just save your breath." Dean spat.
"While I agree some with Bobby, There is something else I need to tell you." She said, her tone slow and soothing. Dean gave her an impatient look. "I just… You see… This battle is coming. Quickly. And…"
"Just spit it out, Sarah!"
"I don't think you should trust…" Sarah said, but Dean vanished from in front of her before she could finish. "Bobby!"
Dean poked around the room, looking at the angelic paintings on the walls. He turned and found a table full of beers and hamburgers.
"Hello, Dean. You're looking fit." Zachariah said.
"Well, how 'bout this? The suite life of Zach and Cas." Dean said chuckling. They stared at him blankly.
"It's a... never mind. So, what is this? Where the hell am I?"
"Call it a green room. We're closing in on the grand finale, here. We want to keep you safe before show time. Try a burger. They're your favorite. From that seaside shack in Delaware. You were 11, I think." Zachariah said.
"I'm not hungry."
"No? How about Ginger from season 2 of 'Gilligan's Island'? You do have a thing for her, don't you?"
"Tempting. Weird."
"We'll throw in Mary Ann for free."
"No, no…"
"How about Sarah then?"
"Definitely, no. Me and her. We're done."
"What? And I thought you two would be together forever." Zachariah said then mumbled, "Will have to talk with her about that."
"What was that?" Dean asked.
"Oh nothing. How about Marilyn Monroe?"
"No. No… Let's... bail on the holodeck, okay? I want to know what the game plan is."
"Let us worry about that. We want you... focused, relaxed."
"Well, I'm about to be pissed and leaving, so start talking, Chuckles." Dean warned.
Zachariah sighed. "All the seals have fallen. Except one."
"That's an impressive score. That's... that's right up there with the Washington Generals."
"You think sarcasm's appropriate, do you? Considering... you started all this? But the final seal... it'll be different."
"Why?"
"Lilith has to break it. She's the only one who can. Tomorrow night - midnight."
"Where?" Dean asked.
"We're working on it."
"Well, work harder." Dean warned.
"We'll do our job. You just make sure you do yours."
"Yeah, and what is that, exactly? If I'm supposed to be the one that stops her, how? With the knife?"
"All in good time."
"Isn't now a good time?" Dean growled.
"Have faith." Zachariah replied.
"What? In you? Give me one good reason why I should."
Zachariah angrily got in Dean's face and said, "Because you swore your obedience. So obey."
Dean looks past him at Cas, who looks down guiltily.