Ok here's the deal. I'm using a laptop to update now, but as of the moment, Wordpad is my option for documents. So I'm so extremely sorry for every spelling and grammar mistake I make. It's been a while since I had to edit myself. Shout out to the guest reviewer who loved Chapter 10, hope they are still reading. And to the guest reviewer for Chapter 11. And I would like to thank wideawakepastmidnight again. 13 chapters seems like a good place to pause and remind people that I do not own Supernatural, any of the characters, actors, or themes. I do however possess Cat Collins. A warning, as the first part of this chapter is very dialogue oriented. I don't like it, but there's just a lot of talking this episode.
Chapter 13: All Hell Breaks Loose
Bobby is removing the stitches from the gunshot wound he gave me, when the phone started ringing. He hands me the scissors and grabs the cell phone he'd set beside us. "Hello?" he answers. He holds the phone against his shoulder and sets back to work pulling thread from my shoulder. The wound wasn't all the way healed, but enough that I wouldn't bleed everywhere again, so I'd forced the issue.
Whatever the other person was saying, it was enough for Bobby to literally drop the scissors into my lap. His eyes meet mine, and he stands up, dashing to the closet for his shoes. He waves a hand at me, and I follow suit, slipping into my tennis shoes, and tugging on a flannel long sleeve button up over my tank top. I heard Bobby muttering into the phone, but he was being quiet about it. Suddenly, my bags fly through the air at me. I catch them, glaring at Bobby for not giving me a warning. He grabs my keys off of the coffee table, and I follow him out the door to my car. Bobby gets in the driver's seat, and I let him. Holding my right arm up and steady for any amount of time caused it to ache and remind me of the stupid Shifter. Bobby peals out of the salvage yard, tossing the phone onto my lap. The call had ended, but I could still see who made the call. Dean Winchester.
We are parked on the side of the highway. We'd met up with Dean, and I watched him and Bobby go over a map I hadn't seen Bobby grab. "This is it. All demonic signs and omens over the past month." Bobby said. I took a closer look at the map. It was blank, just a regular atlas.
"Are you joking? There's nothing here." Dean states. Bobby replies his agreement. "Well, come on, there's gotta be something. What about the, the, the normal, low-level stuff? You know, exorcisms, that kind of thing." Dean questions. The look on Bobby's face was answer enough.
"That's what I'm telling you: there's nothing. It's completely quiet." I watched Dean card a hand through his hair roughly. I almost reach out to him, but I think better of it.
"Well, how are we supposed to look for Sam? What, do we just close our eyes and point?" His phone starts ringing, and I almost let myself hope it was Sam. Dean speaks with someone named Ash briefly. He sounded frustrated and my guess was another contact striking out on getting a bead on Sam's location. After he hangs up, he looks back at me and Bobby. "Guess we're going to the Roadhouse. Come on." I go to get in my car, but Bobby shakes his head at me.
"I'll have a buddy of mine come tow it back to the yard. Just grab everything you can, and lets ride with Dean." I nodded, popping my trunk and shoving everything into the bags I kept in the top part of the trunk for just this occassion. Bobby helps me carry the bags to Dean's waiting trunk, and I lock my car up, hoping it doesn't get stolen before Bobby's friend gets to it. I climb into the backseat. I see Bobby say something to Dean, who then hands Bobby the Impala keys. My eyes narrow, and Dean slides into the backseat with me. Bobby gets in the driver's seat, leans over to reach in the glove compartment, and hands something to Dean. Dean unrolls it, and I stare at the little tool set. Dean pulls out tweezers and little scissors and I realize Bobby asked him to finish with my stitches. I remove the flannel shirt, and I catch Dean's eyes follow my movements. I brush it off, and turn sideways in the seat facing him. His eyes travel to the healing gunshot wound.
"Bobby said he shot you," Dean stated. I knew it was a question of why. I didn't really want to tell him. I didn't want him to start back on me not hunting. But I did it anyways.
"I went after a Shapeshifter. I wanted to make it a fast hunt. So instead of checking things out, I immediately went to where I knew it would be. The old sewer system. But I hadn't anticipated the trap. It was smart. Left a trail of skin down the wrong tunnel. I'm guessing it had been hunted before. Along the way, I must have made some noise. It snuck up behind me, and I was down before I knew it. I woke up mostly naked, with my own face staring at me. It had tied me up to a beam, got rid of my silver and thrown my bag into a corner. It went to live it up in my body, I'm guessing clubbing. Then she called Bobby. Had him 'come help her find the Shifter'. With a lot of effort, I managed to get free, but Bobby was already there, and the shifter had brought him down. I had grabbed a gun, and I aimed at the Shifter, meaning to slow it down or something but Bobby shot me in the shoulder instead. Of course he felt terrible when he realized it was the Shifter beside him and not me, but I did kind of look crazy at the time. But I managed to kill the shifter and Bobby sewed me up. I didn't leave the yard til you called, so don't go telling me about healing up or whatever." He scowled at me, and leaned forward to work on the stitches in my shoulder. I tried to ignore the fact that he was so close to me. But it was either think about him or the painful tugging in my shoulder. I was probably blushing by the time he finished. His eyes flick to my face, then away. I turn back in my seat.
"I really wish you would quit hunting. You're terrible at it." he said half-heartedly. I got the silent message. It was 'but I'm glad you are, so you can help me find Sammy.' I smiled at him briefly, before letting my gaze go out the window, watching the miles fly passed.
We turn the corner, to find an empty, burned out lot. From the looks on their faces, my guess was that this was once the Roadhouse they were talking about. We all got out of the car, and walked into the charred remains, digging through ash and debris. "Oh my God," I hear Bobby mutter.
"You see Ellen?" Dean calls.
"No, no Ash either." Bobby replies. I see a watch on the ground and a corpse hand attached. I waved Dean over. He crouches, tugging on the watch and moving the hand attached.
"Oh, Ash. Damnit!" Dean exclaims, standing and brushing his hands against his jeans. He rubbed his face and I could see how upset he was. I glanced around the charred building and sighed. "What the hell did Ash know? We've got no way of knowing where Ellen is. Or if she's even alive. We've got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us. Now, how the hell are we gonna find Sam?" We begin to walk back to the car. Dean clutches his head in pain, the groaning and doubling over. I grab his arm to steady him, but just as soon as I do, it seemed to have stopped.
"What the hell was that?" Bobby asked Dean and I nodded my approval of the question. They talk about headaches and stress and I sort of zone them out, wishing I knew how to help more. Dean falls against the Impala, holding his head once again. "Dean, Dean you with us?" Bobby questions.
"Yeah, I think so. I saw Sam. I saw him, Bobby." My eyes widen at that, and I rest my hand on Dean's shoulder.
"So it was a vision," I concluded.
"Yeah. I don't know how, but yeah. Whew. That was about as fun as getting kicked in the jewels." Dean continued to lean on the Impala, hands flat against the hood. His breathing was ragged and he looked really wiped out.
"What else did you see?" Bobby asked. Dean made an attempt to describe a bell, and Bobby interupted. "Was it a tree? Like, an oak tree?" When Dean nodded, Bobby continued. "I know where Sam is." We pile back into the Impala, Bobby once again driving and explaining on the way. About Cold Oak, South Dakota, how it was so haunted, that everyone had to leave.
We arrive at the edge of the woods after dark. I get out of the car after Dean and Bobby, and grab for my guns. "No." I hear. I meet his gaze. "Absolutely not. You aren't coming." he states. I go to protest but he cuts me off. "I don't have time to argue with you!" he nearly shouts at me. I flinch in shock. I sling my bag over my shoulder, pull out a gun, and lean back against the Impala, hands up.
"I'll stay." I said quietly. Dean slams down the trunk lid, an sets out through the trees. Bobby also gives me a firm 'stay here' look, and follows. They move at a quick clip, and soon, I can't see them in the dark. I pull a flashlight from my bag. I doubted anyone would get in behind them, but I would be prepared if they did. I wait for a while in the dark, not hearing any gunshots. I decide to ignore Bobby and Dean's 'requests' and start picking my way through the trees. I reach the edge of the trees and look out onto a field. I see figures crouched on the ground. My blood freezes as I hear Dean shout.
"SAM!" Dean's voice echos across the field and the thunder follows ominously.
We'd taken Sam's body to an old house nearby. Sam is laid out on an unmade bed, and I watch Dean watch him. Bobby enters the house with a bucket of chicken. Dean refuses the food. This isn't the first time. I step outside for some fresh air, brushing tears from my face. I hadn't even realized I was crying again. It was seconds after I left, that I hear their voices raising. I stepped back into the house in time to hear Dean shout to let the world end. "You don't mean that," I said softly. Apparently I'd taken the words from Bobby's mouth. Dean stands, face to face with Bobby. He passes a glare between the two of us.
"You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, you'd turn around, and get the hell out of here." he said. He'd aimed the last statement at Bobby. Until I'd said that, I'd been quiet the whole time. He didn't seem to mind my presense as much. I wasn't a reminder that we'd have to bury Sam's body soon. Suddenly, Dean shoves Bobby, yelling for him to leave. After a second, he adds, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go." Bobby turns and sighs, saying his goodbyes. He passes me a meaningful look, and leaves the house. I see a tear roll down Dean's face as his gaze returns to his brother. I come up behind him slowly, my arms snaking around and crossing over his stomach. I bury my face in between his shoulder blades. After a minute or so, he brings his hand up to push my arms away. He moves over to the chair and sits down. I turn from the room, leaning against the wall with my head back.
"You know, when we were little— and you couldn't been more than 5— you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know."
"I just wanted you to be a kid... Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you... Keep you safe... Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job...
And I screwed it up." Dean pauses, and I furiously scrub at the tears on my face, trying to make them stop. "I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry." Dean pauses again, and I glance around the corner to see him wipe at his own face.
"I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God. What am I supposed to do?" I hear the sharp intake of his breath, the scrape of the chair across the floor as he stands. It doesn't stop me from flinching when he shouts, "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!" I hear him kick the floor, and he storms out from the room. He turns to me at the doorway. "You watch him," he grinds out, and leaves, slamming the door to the house, and the Impala.
I don't know how long I've been sitting in the chair previously occupied by Dean. I know I've been crying, I can see the wet drops on my pants legs. I reach forward to grab Sam's hand, holding onto the cold skin. I lean my head down to rest on my forearms, openly sobbing. Sam's hand suddenly clenches hard against mine. I half scream, half squeak, both from fright, and the pain. I look up, to see his eyes open. He sits up, looking around, and I can see the confusion in his eyes. I'm confused too. "Sam?" my voice breaks as I say his name. His eyes are wild as they meet mine, and they calm.
"What's going on?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders, but stand. I help him do the same.
"I don't know, but lets get somewhere with running water ok?" I sniffle a little and head for the door. My car was sitting in the lot, and I silently thanked Bobby for having it towed there yesterday. I help Sam in. "I'll be right back ok? I'm just gonna grab all of our stuff." I dash back in, throwing all personal items into bags, and then grabbing some food for Sam. I head out, hand him the food and throw everything else in the back seat. Then I reverse out of the driveway, and head for town.
I return from the front desk of the motel, having gone up and paid out a few days, and then she carried all of the stuff into the room, with Sam following. She let him take the first shower, and tossed Dean's bag on Sam's bed. She sent Dean a quick text. 'Dean...Sam's alive. I don't know how, but he woke up. We're at the motel along the highway. We passed it coming in if you remember.' I sent the message, and didn't bother waiting for a reply. I knew he wouldn't send one. He'd hop into the Impala from wherever he was, and speed his way over. When Sam exits the shower, I go in, and I take my time with what remained of the hot water. I rubbed my face, hoping the red puffiness would go away. I get out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel, embarrased to find I'd forgotten to bring in clean clothes. I opened the door a crack and peeked out. Sam was checking out his back in the mirror. I stepped out and to my bed, which was closest to the bathroom. I hear the door open. I'd left it unlocked for Dean. My face reddens before he even steps into the room. Thankfully, he pays me no mind, crossing straight to Sam. "Sammy? Thank God," he says, embracing Sam. I excuse myself from their moment, and head back into the bathroom to change, and do the whole bathroom routine of getting ready for the day.
When I come out of the bathroom they are gone. I almost panic, thinking Dean had just taken off with Sam, but all of their stuff was still on their bed. I go through the process of organizing my stuff taking care to have it all straight and put out. Even with the bathroom stuff. By the time I finished that, they still weren't back. So I turned on the TV, to check the news. It was probably a half an hour before they showed up, carrying pizzas and beer. I stepped over to the table, and sat down, grabbed a slice, and curled my feet into the chair. A soda was sat in front of me, and I looked up to catch Dean's eyes as he looked away. I thanked him, and we all went back to eating. "So uh, Cat, why didn't you tell Sammy what happened to him?" Dean asked. I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Because every time he asked, I started crying," I stated with a pointed look at Dean. I went back to eating. Dean gave a short nod, and then turned to Sam.
"So what happened before we showed up?" Dean asked. Sam took a deep breath. And then he started.
When we were all done with the food and Sam's story, we loaded up to head to Bobby's. I followed behind them, and while I did, I thought long and hard about how Sam could have woke up. And I couldn't figure it out. I made a mental note to pull Bobby aside and ask him, and then I turned all of my attention back to keeping up with Dean's driving. Really, the man sped way more than the situation called for.
I pull in and park behind them, hopping out and following them to the porch. Sam knocks, and seconds later Bobby opens the door. My bet was that he hadn't left the house, waiting for me or Dean to show up. The look on his face when he saw Sam though. Clearly he was shocked. We all greeted Bobby, and I went passed them all into the house. I heard Sam thank Bobby for patching him up, and I was glad I hadn't stayed outside for Sam to hear me scoff. I headed over to the kitchen, and across the table was spread with maps. They were covered in indications of activity. Sam, Dean, and Bobby came in about a minute or two after. I listened to them talk about the demonic omens. And I realized that I really don't know anything about demons yet. I tried to pay attention, so I could add the information to my journals later.
Dean and Bobby left, and I crept after them. I hid just within hearing distance, and heard Dean tell Bobby he only had a year left to live. I stumbled, sending scraps of something skittering across the path. Busted I stepped out. I wouldn't look at Dean, but Bobby looked just as upset as I was. More sounds started from further back. "Its not me this time," I muttered. We got down beside a car. The sounds got closer, and Dean pops out, and grabs the intruder by the shoulders. They must have recognized her, because Dean hugs her. It was Ellen, from the Roadhouse.
I stirred the pot of soup in the kitchen, and turned back to the conversation. Ellen was telling them about the Roadhouse, and about some safe. Then she pulled out a map. The map had several x's marked on it. "Wyoming, what does that mean?" Dean asks. Bobby and I hit the books, looking for anything on Wyoming. A little while later, I hear Bobby utter his disbelief. I move into the kitchen after him, dropping my book where I'd sat.
"What, you got something?" Sam asks. Bobby sets the book down on the table.
" A lot more than that. Each of these X's," he says, pointing to the marks on the map, "Is an abandoned frontier church— all mid-19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt."
"Samuel Colt— the demon-killing, gunmaking Samuel Colt?" Dean questions.
"Yep. And there's more. He built private railway ," He points to the black lines on the map," connecting church to church. It just happens to lay out like this." He connects the points on the map with a marker until the shape of a star is made. I hear them talk about something called a Devil's Trap. It was a star shape on the map. But something about it, kept demons in. Or out. And then their discussing what could be inside it, whether or not the demons could get in.
"This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across." Bobby states.
"No," Sam starts, "But I know who could." Sam gets up, and he tells Bobby and Ellen about Jake, the guy who stabbed him. Everyone starts gearing up, holy water, salt guns. Even I do. As I pick up a shotgun, Dean yanks it from my hands. He advances on me, backing me into the wall. He towers over me, glaring.
"Dean, let me help," I plead. His brooding eyes stare down at mine. I can feel everyone's eyes on us.
"No. You've never even seen a demon, let alone fought one have you?" he asks. My silence was his answer. He steps away, thinking I was defeated. But I just planned to follow them. I watched them head out the door. They loaded everything into the Impala. Dean said something to Bobby, then headed back towards me in the house. I turned from the window, and faced Dean. Dean gathered all of the maps from the table, and set them on the chair beside him. He advanced on me again. He didn't stop when my back hit the wall. He grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. He glared down at me for a minute, leaned down, and kissed me. He let go of my shoulders to squeeze my hips, and pull my lower body against him. My hands threaded through his short hair. He picked me up under my thighs, using the wall to support my. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me, when his lips trailed to my neck. And then he was putting me down, grabbing the maps, and leaving the room, like nothing had happened. I leaned against the wall, catching my breath. And I listened to the Impala roar away.
I stepped out, bag in hand, and stopped as I noticed my back tires were slashed. Undetered, I dropped my bag in the passenger seat, pulled out a jack, and changed the tires. I knew I was behind, and I didn't have a map to guide me anymore, so I'd have to hurry if I wanted to follow them. I got in my seat, turned the key, and nothing. My car didn't even try to turn over. Frustrated, I popped the hood. No battery. And even if I found a working battery in the lot, my spark plugs were gone too. I dropped to the ground, slamming my palm into the dirt. Dean wasn't kissing me goodbye. He was distracting me while Bobby thoroughly disabled my poor car. I would never catch them.
Ok. So I have no idea how long this chapter is. I'm assuming its longer than most. I'll see when I post it. Again, apologies for spelling/grammar mistakes. Also, if you have noticed, I pulled a lot of lines straight from the show. I use the Supernatural wiki, which has transcripts of every episode from every season, up to 11.3. I use this and Netflix in order to write. Just thought I'd put that out there for anyone who just uses the episodes to write. I love transcripts.