Chapter 14: Whole Lotta Love

Savannah felt Dean get up, her vision dulled by the pain slowly spreading through her entire body. Sam had been gone for close to 3 hours and she could feel Dean's nerves from across the room. She'd been in and out of consciousness since Dean had stitched her up and she fought the urge to drift back to sleep. Shit had hit the fan and she couldn't let Dean do this alone. Finally, Dean's voice broke the empty silence of the room.

"Sam's gone, Bobby. We got into it pretty bad and now I can't find him." He sounded lost. She heard him restlessly pacing in front of the window.

"Vannie's a mess and I had to stitch her up. She's sleeping now. But I have to look for him, Bobby. He's not right and I can't leave him alone, not now." Dean said and his voice was steeped with conviction. Savannah opened her eyes, watching Dean peek anxiously out the window. He didn't know what to do and the stress was written all over his face. Despite her body's protests she tried to sit up, falling back down a second later as the pain ripped through her. Dean spun around at the sound of movement and he rushed to her side, gently easing her back down.

"She's awake. I'm putting you on speaker." Dean said as he set the phone down and perched on the edge of the bed.

"One thing at a time now. I'm jumping on the next flight down there and we'll figure this all out." Bobby's soothing voice floated from the receiver. Savannah knew it could be good if Bobby was flying instead of driving.

"Alright. Just call me when you land. And thanks….for everything…" Dean hesitated.

"Don't mention it. Just keep an eye on Savannah and for the love of God don't go looking for him on your own. I don't need two idjits to look after." Bobby said before he hung up. He wouldn't be there for a few hours and Savannah watched Dean run a hand through his hair. She put her hand on his knee gently.

"He'll be back, Dean. He always comes back, you know that." She reassured him, her voice coming out weakly. He gave her a half hearted smile.

"He shouldn't be out here alone, Vannie. Not if Yellow Eyes is looking for him. If something happens…" He trailed off guiltily. His attentions were already elsewhere as scenarios flickered through his head. Savannah pushed away the throbbing in her head. She had to keep it together.

"Don't say that. He's just butthurt. He'll be back soon." She did her best to comfort him. Every word was exhausting and she wanted nothing more than to fall asleep. Dean was eyeing her down when she opened her eyes again. She would have done anything to put a smile on his somber face.

"You alright?" He asked as she grimaced. She nodded and made herself smile.

"I'm okay Dean. Don't you worry about me." She said, forcing her words to sound casual. She knew he wasn't buying it one bit but he let it be. The only thing on his mind right now was Sammy. She couldn't blame him for it. Truthfully, she was just as scared as he was about this whole thing. Sam could be pretty determined when he set his mind to something. He'd been changing for a while now and it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. She just wished she knew what he was up to. She wished he would open up and talk to her about what was going on inside his head. Savannah and Sam had always had that kind of relationship. They could talk to each other about everything. Because let's face it, Dean wasn't good with emotions. His idea of an "emotional conversation" was debating Star Wars versus Star Trek.

Since his visions had started, Sam and Savannah's middle of the night talks about life had happened less and less. Dean went into the bathroom and she heard the shower start running. She laid quietly for a few minutes before she reached for her phone and dialed Sam's number. As usual, it went straight to the voicemail and Savannah inhaled as she heard the beep.

"Hey Sammy. Listen, I don't know what's going on with you and I know I can't understand exactly, but I'm willing to try if you are. I-I love you Sammy and I'm just trying to make sure you're alright. You don't even have to talk to Dean if you don't want to, but I'm asking you to at least call me. We're both worried sick. Just be careful, alright Sammy?" She rambled on for a few seconds before she realized it and hung up before letting out a long sigh. She threw the phone next to her and flipped on the TV, barely paying attention to whatever show was on at the moment. Her thoughts were racing at a million miles an hour and it was making her head spin. She touched a hand gingerly to her stitches and wondered what it was that Yellow Eyes had in store for them. If she were completely honest, part of her was worried that Sam was just going to give into him. The thought was usually pushed to the back of her mind because it was ridiculous. Sam was better than that. He was a Winchester after all and John had raised his boys to be fighters.

Right now, Savannah wanted nothing more than to go back to when things were simpler; to when they were just kids and the only knowledge they had of hunting was the stories they heard. She wanted to go back to when the biggest problem they had was going to a new school or how to sneak out of Bobby's second floor window without getting caught. Her favorite memory, the one she always drifted back to when things got rough, was the summer she turned 14. They were in some shitty little town in Tennessee and the three of them were hanging out at the local lake. Sam was only 11 and his face was buried where it usually was, in between the pages of some random book. Dean and Savannah were sitting on the rickety dock, watching the clouds pass by aimlessly. It was the only time she could ever remember feeling completely content. Dean had made some cheesy joke and she laughed like she always did before his eyes had wandered to the girls that were running around.

It was that moment, that one clear moment, that she had realized that she didn't need a house or a Sunday dinner or whatever it was that normal people did with their lives. She realized that her life just wasn't meant to be normal, and it was also in that moment that she realized that she didn't want to be normal. Albeit, the hunter's lifestyle was anything but luxurious, but it was new and exciting and fun. The amount of trouble the three of them had gotten themselves into was vast and she had lost count of the times that John had yelled at them for it.

But it was that second of clarity that she understood that as long as she had Sam and Dean, she would always be home. And neither of them had changed much, sure, Sam had gotten a little bit taller, and Dean's eyes were greener than they used to be, but they were still the same boys she'd known her whole life. Sam still carried a book around like it was the Messiah and Dean still ate like he had worms. They both still idolized Chuck Norris and hated lima beans. She figured that some parts of people never really change. But Sam was. He wasn't that sweet, patient puppy dog eyed little boy anymore. There was rage and resentment that she'd never seen in him before and she just wanted to fix him, and Dean. They were both so broken and she wasn't sure if there was anything she could do other than be there when they needed her. Dean's job might have been to look after Sam, but it went without saying that it was her job to look after Dean. Savannah had understood at an early age that while Sam had a million people looking out for him, Dean was always the one who was pushed to the side. She'd known from the first day she'd met him that Dean was something special. She'd known him since pretty much the day she was born. Their fathers had been quite the team back in the day and it was common for Savannah to get pawned off to Bobby along with Sam and Dean.

She couldn't imagine growing up without either of them. She could remember sneaking off into the night with Dean after they'd swiped some of Bobby's whiskey or her half assed attempt at learning chess with Sam. She needed them, without a doubt. They meant more to her than anything and the gut instinct that was telling her that everything was about to change was terrifying. She knew she couldn't just lay around while Sammy was out there doing God knows what. For all she knew, he could be walking into another trap at that very moment. And she'd be damned if she let anything happen to him. Stitches or not, they were going to find him. Bobby would kick their asses for doing it, but technically, he had said not to go alone. The door to the bathroom opened and Dean strolled out, a haze of steam following him. He looked a bit more relaxed as he dried his hair with a towel. Savannah forced herself to get up, swallowing back the agony of movement. She delicately slipped on her jacket and compelled her legs not to give out. Dean gave her a puzzled look as she threw him the keys to the Impala.

"Let's go find Sammy."