Chapter 11
One Month later…
Sarah had been recuperating from her gunshot wound at Bobby's house. The shot had been through and through but seemed to be taking it's time healing. She decided to cut out of the game until it had healed, so she decided to help Bobby out with the phones and research.
After the last job with Dean, she was beginning to feel a little more like her old self. She was feeling like she did when it was the three of them hunting before Sam left for Stanford. Back when they'd all fool around and play pranks on each other. It was a good feeling that she didn't want to lose just yet. It gave her a little bit of hope that she might be able to repair things with Dean.
She was cleaning her weapons after an afternoon of target practice when Dean called her.
"Hey Dean. It's been a few weeks. I thought maybe you'd forgotten…"
"Is Bobby there?" he asked cutting her off.
"No. He just finished a hunt. Should be back tonight though. Why? Can I help you with something?" She asked. Silence. "Dean…?"
"Sam's missing again." Dean said gruffly.
"Missing? Or Runaway?"
"A mixture of both." Dean admitted sighing. "Something's wrong with him. I'm not sure what but I know something's not right."
"What?"
"Look. I need your help. Could you log into the cellphone website and see if you can find him?" Dean asked quickly.
"Yeah. Hold on." Sarah ran over to her computer. "Okay. It says he's in Duluth, Minnesota. You want me to meet you there?"
"What? No. I can handle this. You just relax." He growled hanging up.
Sarah stared at her phone for a minute before packing her bag quickly and hopping into her car.
Sarah pulled up to a bar named 'The Sandpiper'. She walked slowly into the bar to see Sam hunched over the bar holding a girl down. Before she could comprehend what was going on, Sam took the girls head and slammed it down on the counter.
"It didn't have to be this way. Or maybe it did." Sam said to the now unconscious girl.
Sarah pulled out her gun and aimed it at Sam before getting his attention. "Sam? What's going on?"
Sam slowly turned around. "Aw. Sarah. Fancy running into you here." He said with a smirk and moving a little closer, letting the girl drop to the floor.
"What's going on? Who's that?" Sarah asked holding her ground.
"Oh her? That's just Jo." He said nonchalantly.
"What?" She said shocked.
"Hey, I'm doing you a favor here. If she's out of the picture you can have Dean all to yourself." Sam said smirking, still slowly moving closer.
"Sam…"
"Or you could forget about him and be with me. I'm much better than Dean." He said giving a wicked grin.
"Sam. What are you saying?" she asked confused.
"I'm saying, I love y…" He started to say then chuckled to himself before saying, "You know, I can't do it. I doubt you could get anyone to love you much less me or Dean."
"Sam…" Sarah whispered with tears filling her eyes.
"Especially Dean. I just don't understand what everyone sees in him. And you. You know Dean hates having you around? He only tolerates you because he feels responsible for you. Like a little sister." Sam said closing the gap between them. Tears were streaming down her face as he punched her hard in the face.
Sarah was knocked backward into the wall. She raise her gun enough to shoot him in the leg.
"You little Bitch!" Sam yelled knocking the gun out of her hand then back handing her across the face.
"Sam… please…" She begged before he punched her in the stomach.
"Now be a good girl and wait your turn." He said before punching her leg where her still healing gunshot wound was. The pain from that was enough to knock her out completely.
About an hour later, Sarah woke up in an unfamiliar storage room with her arms tied together and a rag shoved in her mouth. She quickly removed the gag and tried to get the feeling back in her jaw. She looked around and found an old box cutter on one of the shelves of beer. She used that to cut her restraints off.
Slowly she opened the door and crept down a short hallway. Reaching the end of the hallway, she slowly looked around the corner trying to see what was going on.
She saw Jo cleaning up a wound on Deans shoulder. She made a soft knocking sound on the wall to get their attention.
"Don't shoot." She said with a very gruff voice.
"Sarah?" Dean asked while pointing his gun at her. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to help with Sam, but…"
"Didn't I tell you to stay at Bobby's?" Dean scolded as Jo continued to work on his wound.
"Since when do I listen to you?" Sarah said grabbing the whiskey from Dean and taking a few swigs. "So what is going on with Sam?"
"He's possessed." Dean grunted as Jo pulled the bullet out.
"Alright. Got it." Jo said, pulling a bullet from his wound.
Dean grabbed the whiskey from Sarah and took a few healthy swigs while Jo dropped the bloodstained bullet in a glass.
"God, you're a butcher." Dean grumbled.
"You're welcome." Jo said sarcastically.
"Alright, are we done?" Dean said about to get up.
"Would you give me two minutes to patch you up? You can't help Sam if you're bleeding to death." Jo said as she continued to layer gauze and tape over the wound. "So how did you know? That he was possessed."
"Uh, I didn't, I just knew that it couldn't have been him." Dean answered then turned to look at Sarah, "So Sarah, fill me in, how long have you been here?"
"I got here in time to see Sam slam Jo's head against the counter. After that he and I got into a fight. He took a few cheap shots and next thing I know I'm bound and gagged in the storage room."
Dean looked at her a moment then splashed Holy water on her.
"I'm not not possessed, Dean." Sarah said flatly, wiping water off her face.
"Just making sure."
"Hey, Dean?" Jo asked.
"Yeah?" Dean said bringing his attention back to her.
"I know demons lie, but do they ever tell the truth too?" Jo asked.
"Uh, um, yeah, sometimes, I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head. Why do you ask?"
"Nothing. Doesn't matter. So do you have any idea where he's headed to next?" Jo asked evasively.
"Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so… since Sarah's here, the closest one I know lives in South Dakota." Dean said looking up at Sarah.
"Okay good, I'm done. Let's go." Jo said getting up.
"Yeah. You're not coming. Neither of you." Dean said sternly.
"The hell I'm not. I'm part of this now." Jo responded.
"You can't keep me out of this, Dean." Sarah said.
"I can't say it more plain than this. You two try to follow me and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is my fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands. That's just how it's gonna be." He says then starts to walk away.
"Wait." Jo said. Dean turned around. "Here, take these. They'll help with the pain." She then threw a bottle of pain pills to him.
"Thanks. I'll call you later, okay?" Dean said to her. Not noticing as Sarah slipped out the door.
Sarah sat waiting in the impala for Dean when he came out. Dean opened the door and got in.
"Get out." He said flatly to her, staring out the front window.
"Drive." She retorted not moving, also staring out the front window.
"Sarah, I mean it. You're not coming with me. Now get out." He growled as he faced her.
"And I said drive." She growled back, facing him and matching his attitude.
"Get out or I'll…"
"You'll what? She interrupted. "You'll beat me? Cuz he's already done that. Now drive before he gets to Bobby's and kills him too."
Dean growled under his breath and started the car.
After a few hours of tense silence they pulled up to Bobby's house. They walked in and were thankful that Bobby already had Sam in a devil's trap.
"You two are her just in time." Bobby said giving both of them beers.
Sarah thankful for something to drink, drank half of her in one long gulp while Dean just took a quick swig. Bobby seemed to let out the breath he had been holding.
Dean walked over to Sam and smacked him in the face to wake him up. "Hey."
Sam looked up and sees the devils trap on the ceiling.
"Dean, back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach." Sam said.
"How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?" Dean retorted.
"Oh, careful, now. Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging. Well not any more than the gunshot wound plain Jane over there gave him."
Dean looked over at Sarah angrily then back at Sam. "Oh don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt Sam much." He turned and picked up a bucket. "You, on the other hand." Dean tossed a bucket full of holy water on Sam, causing him to sizzle and scream. "Feel like talking now?"
"Sam's still my meat puppet. I'll make him bite off his tongue." Sam gloated.
"No. You won't be in him long enough. Bobby." Dean growled.
"Exorcisamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus omnes satanica, potestas, omnes incursion…" Bobby started the exorcism chant.
"See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting Sam. You understand me? Because I'm gonna kill every one of you first." Dean said over Bobby's chanting.
Sam struggled painfully for a moment then threw his head back and started cackling. Bobby stopped chanting, surprised by Sam's reaction.
"You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan." Sam said smirking.
"Humulliores sub potente magnu dei…" Bobby continued.
"Oops. Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." Sam said before lowering his head and starting to chant in Latin. The fire in the fireplace flamed higher as the room began to shake.
"This isn't going like I pictured! What's going on, Bobby?" Dean yelled.
Bobby looked over Sam and saw a mark on his forearm. "It's a binding link! It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!"
"What?" Sarah yelled.
"What the hell do we do?" Dean asked.
Sam threw his head back and screamed. The room started to shake more; the ceiling began to crack, breaking the protective seal. Sam's eyes flashed black as he lowered his head. "There. That's better."
He jerked his hand left and sent Bobby flying. He jerked his head to the right and sent Dean flying into a wall. Dean's flask of holy water falling from his hand. Sam then ripped free of his restraints as Sarah came at him with holy water. He screamed then sent her flying into the kitchen.
Sam stalked over to Dean. "You know when people want to describe the worst possible thing, they say it's like hell." Sam said kneeling in front of Dean. He grabbed onto Dean's shirt and punched him hard. "You know, there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um…" he hit Dean again, "Well, it's like hell. Even for Demons." He hit Dean again. "It's a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear;" he hit Dean again then he grabbed the back of Dean's head, holding it steady. "And you sent me back there."
Dean sneered and said, "Meg."
"No. Not anymore. Now I'm Sam." He hit him again then dug his finger into Dean's bullet wound. "By the way, I saw your Dad there – he say's 'Howdy'. All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you, nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect." He shoved Dean away.
Sarah ran over and kicked Sam in the side knocking him slightly. Sam looked up and caught her leg when she tried to kick him again but he caught her leg and punched her recovering wound. Then he twisted her leg painfully back before throwing her into a table. He then turned his attention back to Dean and said, "But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you'll do to yourself. I can see it in your eyes, Dean. Your worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you." He moved to hit Dean but Bobby caught his arm and pressed a hot poker to the binding mark. Sam screamed in pain before smoke billowed out of him and up the chimney. Sam fell back, looking around in confusion, then grabbed his arm noticing the pain. Dean sat up painfully.
"Sammy?" Dean asked.
"Did I miss anything?" Sam responded.
Dean reared back and punched Sam in the jaw then rolled his eyes collapsing next to Sarah.
A little while later, Sam sat at the kitchen table with an ice pack on his arm while Dean sat on the other side with an ice pack on his face.
"By the way, you really look like crap, Dean." Sam said cautiously.
"Yeah, right backatcha." Dean retorted.
"If either of you comment on my looks, I'll deck you." Sarah said as she hobbled to the freezer and grabbing a bag of frozen peas.
"Sarah, I'm sorry…" Sam started to say.
"Don't Sam. I know it wasn't you." She said before slowly moving toward the empty seat at the table. Sam got up and helped her to the chair. Sarah gave him a small smile then propped her injured leg on Dean's lap and placed the frozen peas on it. Dean placed a reassuring hand on her leg.
Bobby came in slowly and talked with the boys about a hunter that was found dead. "Wondle's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up, and they're not going to slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?"
"We'd better hit the road. If, uh, you can remember where we parked the car." Dean said to Sam.
Sarah looked down at her injured leg, sadly before standing up slowly and testing its strength. Pain shot through her leg as soon as she put some weight on it. Sighing, she sadly said, "I guess it's research and phones for me again. Could one of you grab my bag from the car?" Then she slowly started making her way toward the stairs, aware of the three men watching her.
Dean came up behind her and picked her up.
"What are you doing, Dean?" Sarah asked.
"You need to get off your leg. You're going to make it worse." Dean stated flatly as he carried her up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms.
"Thanks." She said when he placed her on one of the beds.
"Here take one of these." Dean said giving her one of the pain pills Jo had given him. And then he stared at her a moment before leaning forward and kissing her forehead then walking toward the door.
"Hey Dean?" She said just above a whisper. He stopped and turned to look at her. "When my leg heals… do you think I could go back on the road with you and Sam?"
He looked pained for a second then said, "Just get better." Before leaving without giving an answer.
