Okay, chapter ten.
Next chapter will probably be up next week, since it's not done yet.
Dean
I started the car as both Sammy and Bobby had closed the door.
I was itching to get back to Soph, so I drove without saying anything.
I couldn't belive that she had so easily convinced me to dance with her yesterday.
Truth be told, it was nice. Until Sam teased me about it, that is.
If Soph hadn't been standing next to me, I would have done something I shouldn't have.
But she was there, and I behaved.
I would have thought Sammy would have teased me more though...
I wanted to stay next to her in bed this morning, especially when she woke up.
Instead I told her to go back to sleep, and placed a kiss on her cheek.
I knew we had to go, and so we did.
And now the son of a bitch was back in hell, where she belonged.
As I thought about it, it had almost been too easy finding her, and capturing her, and sending her back...
"Is it just me, or was that too easy? I mean, it was Meg, she was expecting us and I was expecting something more... challenging," I asked, but got no answer. I watched in the rearview mirror, and saw Bobby thinking about my question. Then something changed in his expression, and I heard noices that was all too familar coming from beside me. So I quickly turned to look at Sam, and found what I was expecting.
He had a vision. Crap. Those on the days were never good, so this wouldn't be a message from Soph's dad.
"Sam? Sammy? Hey, Sam!" I was trying to get contact with him, trying to pull him out of the vision. But as always, it didn't work. I did slow down the car though, so that I could keep my eyes on him.
Bobby had never seen this before, and for a second I wonderered how he was reacting.
But I didn't tear my eyes of Sam to find out.
It took a moment before Sam was back with us, and I was alarmed by his expression.
He looked terrified.
"Sam, what did you see?" I asked, and he stared right ahead of him.
"Dean, stop the car," he said calmly, but I heard an edge of panic in his voice. What the hell did he see?
"No, what did you see?" I asked again. This time he looked at me when he answered me.
He said one word, and that word changed everything. That one single word turned my world upside down.
"Soph..."
I accelerated the car as much as I could, but I was still more than an hour away from her.
"Dean, listen to me..." Sam started, and I didn't shut him out. Sam's visions were never good, and this one was about Soph. And with the way he looked, I knew it really wasn't good.
I just couldn't let anything happen to her. I wouldn't.
I tried to accelerate the car again, but it was all in vain. Nothing happened.
My mind was going through everything that could be happening with her right now, but it was always too bad for me to think about. And I had no idea. So I forced myself to listen to Sam.
"What did you see?" I asked again, and this time he really explained.
"First all I saw was the roadhouse. And then I saw Ellen, Ash and Jo tied up. Soph walked out into the bar, and... and..." Sam said, searching for his words. But I didn't have time for that.
"And?" I promted.
"It's yellow-eyes, Dean." I had already guessed so much, but hearing him say the words just made it so much more worse.
I couldn't think, all I could think about was the worry and panic eating me up.
"He's got the colt," I heard Sam answer to one of Bobby's question.
"The colt doesn't really help us now, does it?" I asked harshly. I didn't mean for my voice to be so harsh, but there was nothing I could do. And I really didn't care.
"It might," Sam said, surprising me. This demon was too strong for us, and there was no way we could get that colt out of his hands. No way.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, and looked at him. He was planning something...
"You know how I moved the closet with my mind?" he asked, confusing me more.
"Yeah?"
"I haven't told you this, but I've been practicing that," he confessed, and shocked me. He had been doing what? Why hadn't he told me? If my own brother could move something with his mind, wasn't that something he should tell me?
But I could see where his thoughts were heading, and I could see the plan in his head.
"Can you do it?" I asked. He didn't hesitate when he answered.
"Yes." Well, I needed more than that.
"We're not just walking in there with a plan that might work, Sam," I told him, and he was quiet for a second. Then his face went into concentration mode, and the book in his lap started to move. It flew up a few inches above his lap, and then landed in it again.
Okay, so he could do it.
"The colt isn't a book, and that son of a bitch is strong," I told him, forcing me to think of something positive in this situation. And Sam's gift, that would have freaked me out in a normal situation, was the only thing positive in this.
"As long as you keep him busy, I can do it. From what I saw, he isn't really keeping an eye on it."
"You're not killing him, Sam," I told him, and he knew what I meant.
"As soon as I have it, I'll make sure I'll give it to you," he promised me.
We continued to talk about the plan, and how to do this the best way. There was no good way.
I tried to think of this as a normal job, but that was hard. It was hard knowing Soph was there, hard knowing she was probably hurt...
In a way the hour it took for us to reach the roadhouse was both fast and slow.
It went fast because we concentrated on the plan, but at the same time it was the most painful hour in my life. Just because I didn't know...
"Sam, if... if she..." I trailed off, not able to say the words.
"Yeah, I know, you'll kill me."
"If that demon doesn't die, you won't be there to kill him," Bobby said, and I took my shotgun.
It was the best I could do right now.
I didn't hesitate as I walked into the bar, shotgun aimed.
The first thing I saw was Ellen, Ash and Jo, all tied up. Just like Sam had told me. They watched me with disbelieving eyes as I entered the room. And I didn't blame them. I still didn't believe that this plan would work out for the best.
The second thing I saw was my girl, and I almost broke down from the sight. She was pushed against the wall, and had a big ugly bruise covering her face.
At least she's alive, I thought to myself. It took everything I had in me not to take the shotgun down and walk up to her. But we had a plan, and I had to stick to it.
"Dean, Dean, Dean... I thought you knew me better by now," I heard the son of a bitch say from beside me. I didn't have to move much to have the shotgun aimed at him.
"I think I know you pretty well," I said through my clenched teeth.
"Then you should know that a shotgun won't kill me." Oh, I knew that all too well. But this was the plan. And I would stick to it. Even if I had to force myself to do so.
I noticed the colt on the bar, behind the bitch's back. Good, Sam would easily get to it.
Just as I thought that, I saw Sam and Bobby coming from the kitchen. They had taken the back door to get in. The plan was that only I would be showing. That I would distract him.
I saw that Bobby was ready, and so was Sam, so I hopped a few steps of the plan. I just wanted to get this over with.
"I know. But it will hurt," I said, and unsecured my shotgun. He smirked at me.
"Not very much," he enlightened me, and I almost snorted. Oh, this would hurt.
"It's going to hurt," I promised the bitch, and when I started to shoot so did Bobby.
I shot him in the chest and Bobby in the back. That had to hurt.
And it clearly did. And it distracted him. As I shot, I saw Sam moving behind him. As he walked, the colt was moving with him. He nodded at me, so I stopped shooting.
Now when the pain only came from one direction, the bitch turned around and saw Bobby.
Sam was already out of sight. So far, the plan worked well.
I saw the colt moving closer to me, so I threw the shotgun to Sam who catched it. As soon as the colt was close enough for me to take, I took it.
"Sammy, how are you?" I heard the son of a bitch ask, and Sam narrowed his eyes. We had to get his attention back to me. I wanted the bitch to see his killing bullet.
"I'm good. You see, it's actually thanks to you that we have the colt again," Sam said, and I could picture the demon's surprised expression. Just as I wanted him to, he turned around and looked at me. Before he had the chance to even react, I pulled the trigger and saw the bullet hitting him straight in the chest.
I would have enjoyed the moment more if it wasn't for my girl. I needed to make sure she was okay, and I most definitely wanted to feel her in my arms again.
The second I pulled the trigger, I had worried about her more. This time because she shouldn't see this. She had never seen me like this, and I didn't want her to see me like this. Not ever.
But that was too late, and I did what I had to.
When the bullet left the colt I dropped it and tried to catch my girl as she fell to the ground. But I was too far away, and she landed on the floor.
It felt like it took me hours to get to her, and feel her.
I dropped down on my knees, and cupped her hurt face in my hands, careful not to touch the bruise. I needed to make sure she was okay. I searched her eyes, and I didn't find the rejection I thought I would. I found no repellent in her eyes. She had just watched me kill something, and all I saw was love. Love, and worry, and fear.
"Are you alright?" I asked, dying to know. I had to know.
"Yeah, are you?" How could she even ask me that? She was the one who had been through something no one should go through, and yet she worried about me.
I didn't answer her, because I wasn't okay. Not yet.
Instead I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. She hugged me back, and I burrowed my head in her hair. With my emotions changing so suddenly, going from worry and panic to such relief and happiness, made my inside a wreck. I could feel my eyes sting from the tears that treathened to leak over, and I blinked to get rid off them.
No, I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't show myself weak. Not now, when I needed to be strong.
Sophia
I stared into the yellow eyes before me, and I knew there was nothing I could do.
I thought I would be frozen in fear, but I wasn't. I could move. I knew I could, I just didn't.
I should have, though.
"It's nice to finally meet you in person," the demon said, and I stared at him.
"That's why I'm sorry to do this," he continued, and the next second I was pushed back against the wall. That was going to hurt later. If I live, that is.
But yet, knowing I would probably die, I wasn't afraid. I guessed that was because of the shock.
It was quiet for a long time before he said anything.
"I would have expected you to say something..." he murmured, and tilted his head to look at me.
Oh, he wanted me to talk? I could talk.
"Why are you doing this?"
"This?" he asked, pointing around the room as he moved toward me. "Or this?" he continued, and then I felt a twisting pain in my face. I hadn't seen the blow, but I could most definitely feel it.
I don't know how he hit me, standing several metres away from me. But something hard had definitely hit me.
But I got my answer right there. He wasn't going to kill me. Not yet.
No, he was just playing. But what did he want?
"Why?" I asked again.
"I'm doing both to get to Sam you know. You're a smart girl, you should have figured that out." He was quiet for a short second, but didn't leave me a chance to answer him.
"It's just a plus that everything turned out so good, and that Dean will be involved in this. I always expected you and Sam to get together, though. Even though you and Dean are the perfect match - I see that now. Too bad it's not going to work out... Anyway, like I said I never expected things to go so well between the three of you that day. I always expected you to befriend each other, but best friends, and love? No, never that... Oh, I see that confused look on your face. You want to know what I'm talking about? Well, did you always thought that that day was normal? I mean, that some strange guy would push you out in front of a car and Dean and Sam would be there to save you? Oh, you're finally waking up," he trailed off, leaving me more confused as he looked at Ellen and Ash.
What was he saying? It wasn't just a coincidence that Dean and I had met? Had he been using me in some strange way to get to them?
And now that was confirmed. He was after Dean and Sam. Now I was afraid. Because they would come in here sooner or later and they have no idea of what is waiting...
Now I wasn't just scared - now I was angry. But I couldn't move. It was like I was tied up with invisible chains.
I don't know how long it took before something happened. But the demon stopped talking to Ellen and Ash, and walked around in the room. Saying nothing. Ellen and I sort of had a silent conversation, but I don't think anyone of us know what was said.
But it must have been an hour after I walked into the bar that the demon spoke again.
"Ah, they are finally here," he said, and we could all hear was the sound of the Impala.
I started to panic. I wanted to scream and kick and just find some way to let them know that they couldn't walk in here. But I could do nothing. Nothing at all. I'd never felt so helpless.
A few moments later the door opened and Dean walked in, with his shotgun aimed. That's how I knew that he knew about the demon, and I suddenly remembered Sam's visions. He must have had one. But that definietly didn't explain what the hell was doing here alone.
He met my eyes for a second, and I understood that they had some sort of a plan.
Because I could see it in his eyes. It took everything in him not to walk up to me. He was fighting against himself. What part would win? The part who wanted the demon dead, or the part that was close to breaking down?
When the demon spoke, Dean turned around and suddenly the shotgun was aimed at him.
I could barely listen to what they said. All I could hear was a ringing sound in my ears, but I saw their lips moving. Not long after Dean had walked in, I saw both Sam and Bobby.
They were coming from the kitchen, sneaking inside.
I also saw that it wasn't just me who noticed them. So did Ellen, Jo and Ash. And I don't think anyone of us understood anything that was going on right now.
At least the demon didn't notice them, and I had a pretty good guess that Dean was supposed to distract him somehow. But what was the next step of the plan?
Then suddenly there was the most horrible noice coming from both Dean and Bobby.
They were shooting the demon, both in the chest and the back. I knew it wouldn't kill him – Dean had told me that the only thing that could kill him was a colt – but it seemed to hurt him enough for Sam to do what he was supposed to do. I saw him moving closer to Dean, and it took me a while to understand that expression of concentration on his face.
Because I saw something moving beside him – it looked like a gun? But it was flying, how the hell did that happen? Sam nodded quickly, and Dean stopped shooting the second before he threw the shotgun to Sam. Sam catched it, and Dean took the gun. He unsecured it when the demon noticed Sam standing with the shotgun aimed toward him.
Bobby had stopped shooting, and now I could actually hear what was said.
"Sammy, how are you?" the demon asked Sam, who narrowed his eyes.
"I'm good. You see, it's actually thanks to you that we have the colt again," Sam answered him. So that was the colt? The gun Dean held in his hand was the colt?
I knew that if Dean was fast enough, the demon would be dead in a few seconds. I held my breath without really noticing it, and saw the demon turning to look at Dean.
Please, please, please, I begged to myself. If something happened to Dean...
I didn't have to be worried though, because before the demon had the chance to even react Dean had pulled the trigger, and I watched the bullet hit him in the chest. As it did, I saw Dean almost running toward me and I felt myself loosen from the grip that was on me. I fell to the ground, but landed without any further injury. The second later I could feel Dean's hands on my face, cupping it gently.
"Are you alright?" he asked me, and I heard panic and worry in his voice. I was just fine, except for my sore face. But was he alright?
"Yeah, are you?" I breathed, still not letting go of the panic and worry I had felt a few seconds ago. I knew the answer as I looked into his eyes and I didn't have to ask him to find out.
And he didn't answer me, either.
He wasn't okay. There was too much emotions in his voice, eyes and touches for him to be okay.
But he would be.
Instead of answering me he wrapped his arms around me, and he placed a kiss in the crook of my neck as I hugged him back.
A few minutes later I heard Sam asking me if I was okay.
So I reluctantly let go of Dean and gave Sam a hug as I told him I was.
But I was quickly back in Dean's arms, though.
"What the hell happened to the plan, Dean?" I heard Sam ask his older brother, clearly irritated.
"What the hell happened to telling your brother that you can move things with your mind!" Dean accused over my head, and I could feel the tension in the air.
So that's what Sam had been doing? Now he could move things with his mind?
I didn't have time to think about it for a long time before Sam talked again.
"That's not the same, and I was going to tell you! He's dead, and now we'll never find out why the hell he did this!"
"Yeah, he's dead! It would have been nice to know why, but he's dead! We'll never see him again, and..." Dean argued back, and I couldn't take this anymore. They really shouldn't be arguing. Not now, and not over this.
"Shut up!" I told them both, and they stared at me. Actually, they all stared at me. Ellen, Jo and Ash was now untied and standning next to Bobby.
"Just... shut up," I breathed and took a short pause before I continued. "Both of you have your points and both of you are right. Yes, you should have sticked to the plan even though I'm glad you didn't," I told Dean and then turned to look at Sam. "But Dean is right as well. You should have told him about the mind... thing. But I might have an answer to your question. To why he did this."
"What are you talking about?" Bobby asked before anyone else could. I took a deep breath before I continued again. I had listened to what the demon had talked to Ellen about, and made my own guesses. I told them about that.
"First of all, he was just here to play. To get to you, Sam. I heard him saying something about this being the perfect time to Ellen. Because the bar was empty, and you were out chasing Meg. I don't know how he knew that, but he did. He said something about that he didn't think it would be so soon, because he thought it would be harder for you to find Meg. So his plan wasn't really done, which is good. Because otherwise..." I trailed off. I couldn't think of that 'otherwise'... I told them about what else the demon had said, and Ellen helped me to fill in with her own guesses and her side of the conversation with the demon.
All we knew for sure was that he was after Sam, and that it was only a plus that he could get to Dean at the same time. Ellen had still been uncunsious when the demon told me about the day Dean, Sam and I met, so she didn't know about that. And I didn't tell them now, either. I didn't think it would make any difference, and I could tell Dean later. That wasn't something they all needed to hear.
As we all talked, Dean's arms around me became tighter. He was blaming himself for today's events.
And he really shouldn't, because this really wasn't his fault.
If he didn't stop blaming himself, I would tell him about what the demon had told me. I didn't even know if it was the truth, because demons always lie. But it sounded like the truth, and the more I thought about it the accident didn't seem like just an accident.
It seemed like something more, and I was starting to believe that the demon maybe did have something to do with the fact that Dean and Sam was there that day to see it.