Okay, okay, I know it's been a very long time since I've updated. But I've been so captivated with this season it's hard to write anything different.
In case you need a reminder of what's going on, here are a few notes...
1. Picks up 2 months after Dean's venture into hell. Sam is a wreck.
2. Dean has come back as a demon. Ruby rescued him with a summoning spell. He possesses the body of a guy named Dan. Sam does not currently know that Dean is really Dan.
3. Lilith is after Sam with her hellhounds. Dean and Ruby must destroy her before she can kill them all first.
4. Dean has just found out from Ruby that after he saves Sam, he will have to go back to hell.
I know it's been a long time, and I know it veers off from the storyline in season 4, but I hope you'll still enjoy. :)
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"Psst! Bobby!"
Sam paced back and forth down the dusty, narrow passages. His head bobbed up and down as he stretched up on his tip toes to gaze over the tall rows of dusty bookshelves.
"Pssssst! Bobby, where are you?" He called out in a harsh whisper, eyes peering between the shelves for any sign of a tatty blue baseball hat.
According to his text, Bobby should have met up with Sam at the library 45 minutes ago. His voicemail urgently instructed Sam to, "Haul your ass over to the library ASAP. Oh...and make sure you ain't followed. Ditch Dan. Don't let 'em know that I need ya."
So Sam left Dan hung up back at Bobby's cabin and hurried across town without delay. Whatever he needed, it was obviously important. But it left Sam wondering why Bobby would urge him over so suddenly at nearly 9 o'clock at night and then leave him hanging high and dry. And why was he so determined to leave Dan out of it? If Sam had learned anything this week, it was that Dan was probably the closest thing he had to friend right now.
"Psssssst! Bobby! Where the hell are-!?"
"Shhhhhh!" The primly seated library at the corner desk in the main lobby snubbed his inconsiderate tone with a wave of her bony finger. Sam gave a quick nod and polite smile, then turned back to the book shelves and rolled his eyes. "Bobby!"
"Sam?"
Sam swivelled around. Between two sets of encyclopaedias, propped up in a slant against the shelf, was the outline of Bobby's frayed hunting cap sticking out from gap in the middle.
"Bobby?" Sam trotted around to the other side of the shelf and met the elder hunter with an anxious expression. "Man, where have you been? I've been waiting around here for nearly-"
"Sorry, Sam." Bobby grumbled. "'Was outside. Makin' sure you weren't followed."
Sam's brow drew minutely. "Bobby, what's going on? Why did you-?"
"How'd the hunt go?"
Sam blinked. There was an nervous tension in Bobby's voice, although he showed no other signs of particular anxiety. "What? What hun-?"
"The poltergeist." Bobby clued him hastily. "How'd it go? You alright? You get out in one piece?"
Sam recoiled uneasily, blinking dazedly as Bobby's eyes scanned him from head to toe. "I'm--I'm fine, Bobby. What's the matter? Why are you asking-?"
"And Dan, is he...uh, alright?" Bobby's gazed narrowed warily.
"Yeah, he's great, Bobby."
"So...everything went okay?"
Sam nodded slowly. "Yeah, we're fine. Look, Bobby, why don't we sit down and-"
"Sam, you didn't... happen to notice anything...uh..." Bobby trailed off. His eyes shifted up towards Sam's curious expression.
"Notice what, Bobby?"
"Uh..." The hunter cleared his throat and hushed. "You didn't happen to notice anything...odd, did you?"
Sam scoffed. "You mean besides the fact that I was attacked by the night- of- the -living beanie babies and nearly smoked out by flying tea saucers? No, Bobby. Nothing odd about that-"
"I ain't talkin' about the poltergeist, boy." Bobby voice tumbled down into a growl. "I'm talkin' about Dan."
Sam stiffened as a dark overcast suddenly clouded Bobby's expression. What was he going on about? What suddenly peeked Bobby's interest in Dan? Sam shifted his weight uneasily as Bobby's eyes seemed to pierce through his mind. "Odd...uh..." Sam shook his head. "Well...how do you mean by odd?"
"I mean like strange, Sam. Like noticeably out of the ordinary kind of odd. If you catch my drift..."
Bobby gestured towards the elderly, female librarian, who's nose had uninvitedly propped itself over the Weekly Fashion Insider Magazine she was pretending to read.
"Uh...w-well..." Sam stuttered doubtfully. "I....I don't..." What the hell was Bobby getting at? What was he trying to prove? "Do you mean like...he's got a weird craving for chilly cheese fries at 3 o'clock in the morning, kind of out of the ordinary odd? Or more like...stark raving foaming at the mouth lunatic, kind of out of the ordinary odd?"
Bobby's growl grew lower as he grunted through clenched teeth. "I'm talkin' like, demonic out of the ordinary odd, you idgit."
"Demonic!?"
"Shh!" Bobby waved him down, peering guardedly over his shoulder at the female librarian, whose lips had curved into a disapproving scowl. "Keep your voice down, boy."
"What the hell do you mean, demonic?" Sam spat darkly.
"I mean," Bobby began with a softer murmur. "While you were out playin' the exorcist, I've been doing some diggin'." Bobby gestured towards a sheltered little desk isolated in the back corner with a pile of thick and dusty books stacked towards the ceiling. He yanked out a chair and motioned for Sam. "Sit."
Sam sunk down reluctantly into his chair.
"I been doin' some research about this guy."
"About Daniel?" Sam cocked an eyebrow.
"See, that's the thing." Bobby lowered his gaze cagily. "I ain't even sure that's his real name."
Sam narrowed his inquisitive gaze as Bobby went on. "See, last week, when he first arrived, he talked to me 'bout some werewolf deal that went down in Kentucky. Said it happened a real long time ago when he was just a kid. Said that I helped out his Daddy. Who was a hunter."
Sam's face radiated an amused sense of scepticism. "Yeah? So?"
"Sam, I've only hunted a handful of werewolves in my time. They don't spring up on the radar as easy as you might think. And I can remember almost every hunt I ever been on. And I couldn't for the life of me recall any clue about a werewolf in Kentucky or helpin' out a kid and his Dad, except your family of course."
Sam nodded with a roll of his eyes. "So you couldn't remember. Big deal, Bobby. It was over 20 years ago-"
"You ain't listening to me, boy." Bobby grumbled fiercely. "I called up almost every hunter in the book, Sam. Ain't none of them ever heard an inkling about any hunter by the name Walton. Not one."
Sam shrugged. "Maybe he's trying to keep under the radar-"
"Don't you get it, kid!?" Bobby's eyes fervently glanced between the bookshelves at the librarian. She gave him a disapproving shake of her head. "You ain't usein' your head, Sam."
Sam rested his knee against the table and tipped back swaying on the back two legs of his chair. "Bobby, I don't get what-"
"I been through every single journal I own, I couldn't find squat about a werewolf bein' anywhere near Kentkuy in the last 50 years! There ain't nothing about no Daniel or no Walton guy either."
"You kept a journal?" Sam inquired, missing the point entirely.
"Of course I kept a journal, Sam." Bobby fumed through gritted teeth. "I kept tons of journals-"
"Maybe you forgot to write him down-"
"Oh, for the love of all that is holy!" Bobby slapped his arms against his thighs. "Why are you so hell-bent on tryin' to prove me wrong?"
"Why are you so hell-bent on trying to prove Daniel isn't who he says he is? He's just a guy, Bobby. Just another hunter."
"Sam...come on, boy. Use your head."
"I don't understand what you're getting at! What are you trying to say!?"
"I'm sayin' I think he's a demon, Sam! I think he's possessed!"
"Shhhhhhhhh!"
Neither hunter dared to glance away from each other's equally fierce unwavering stare to face the pedantic librarian.
"Why possess him?" Sam muttered above a whisper. "If he's not a hunter or no one particularly of importance then why possess him?"
"Because," Bobby revealed a coffee stained manila file from behind the limitless pile of journals and books piled toward the ceiling and slid it across the table towards Sam. "He's a coma patient."
Sam tilted his head and flipped open the file. "A coma patient?" He repeated blankly.
"Don'tcha' see, Sam? It's the perfect host!"
Sam's eyes scanned the hospital's records aloud. "Daniel Walton. Sex: Male Age: 29. Minor league baseball team; gradate of USD, Masters Degree in Psychology, coach for the local little league team, volunteer firefighter...Wow. This guy's a freakin' Saint."
"Was a freakin' Saint, Sam. He's been in a coma for the last 2 years at The Avera McKennan General Hospital, Sioux Falls, South Dakota."
"So...he...woke up?" Sam shrugged.
Bobby's face was turning a sharp shade of scarlet. If he hadn't felt so bad for the kid he probably would have struck Sam clear across the face. Sucking a deep cleansing breath, Bobby gritted though clenched teeth. "He. Did. Not. Wake. Up! What's the matter with you, boy!?"
Sam opened his mouth to defend himself when Bobby raged on. "You're actin' like you've got your head stuck in a toilet, what with all this shit you're givin' me! The hospital has zero records of him checking out! One day his body was immobile, the next...POOF! GONE! Doesn't that even sound somewhat suspicious to you, boy!?"
Sam said nothing and looked away. Maybe he didn't want it to be suspicious. Maybe he wanted Daniel to be the guy he said he was. Maybe Sam wanted a little normality back in his life. Maybe he didn't want to believe that okay, yes...he does sound a little messed up, but not possessed! He couldn't be! After all this time, after trying to face the world alone without Dean, maybe Sam enjoyed have Dan around. After all, he was just so much like...
"Prove it." Sam grunted, head low and eyes glaring.
"What?" Bobby scoffed.
"I want solid, hard core proof that there is even the slightest chance that Dan is possessed before we do anything rash."
Bobby stared back hard at him. Sam could practically see him mulling it over in his brain. "You want proof," Bobby let out a long impatient sigh, "Then let's go get some."
So what do you think? Please leave a review! I'm actually almost done this story. I estimate 3-5 more chapters and then I'll be finished. But I promise I won't leave this story so long ever again.
Spoiler: In the next chapter Sam is going to confront Dan about his "Dean like" behaviour. Sam will find out that Dan is a demon, but will he find out he is also Dean?
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