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After we had taken Lauren back to her campsite and made sure that she was okay, we started the long hike back to the Impala.
"So you called her?" Dean asked Sam, who glanced down at me. I looked the other way, I had known that we would eventually have this conversation, and I was trying to think of what I wanted to tell the boys.
"I had to," Sam replied earnestly, "I didn't know what else to do, Dean."
"You didn't have to leave me in the first place," I pointed out, ready to stand up for myself.
"Sarah, don't," Dean sighed. I stopped on the path, and he and Sam turned to face me.
"No," I said, a bit sterner, "you don't. You didn't even give me a choice; you just left me without any explanation."
"Listen, I'm sorry that we had to leave like that, but it was the only way," Dean said.
"Was it?" I said, louder than before. I was getting worked up. "I was perfectly content staying with you, and you just abandoned me! And for what; just because I stopped breathing for a few minutes gives you the right to do that?" I stormed past them, ignoring their calls for me. I continued until I got to the Impala, where I stopped and leaned up against the back door. The boys walked up to the car, but instead of getting in they stopped in front of me.
"Sarah," Sam began, and I turned my head to the side so that I didn't have to look at them, "please hear us out," He continued.
"We're all together now," Dean went on, "and besides, these past few months couldn't have been that bad, right?"
I whipped my head up to look at him, "They can be pretty terrible when you've got a demon haunting you night and day," I spit out, but then stopped after I realized what I had said.
"What?" Dean asked quieter, and I looked at him. He was staring at me with wide eyes. I glanced over at Sam, who was biting his lip anxiously.
"You've been going through this for how long?" Dean asked once we were back at the hotel. I had explained the nightmares and the demon on the way back in the car, and now we were all gathered around in the room.
"A few months," I explained, sighing, "they started right before you left."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Dean said, crossing his arms in front of him as he stood in front of me. I had sat down on one of the beds when we came in, but Dean had remained standing as Sam pulled over a chair to sit on.
"I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me," I said truthfully, "mom's death was still so fresh."
"Who is she?" Sam asked, "Do you have any idea why she would be doing this to you?"
"I don't know," I replied, "Bobby and I talked about it, and he thinks that she might be what killed mom."
"Even if she did," Dean commented after a moment, "why is she coming after you?"
"That's what I haven't figured out yet." I said, playing with my hands in my lap. We fell into a thoughtful silence until Sam spoke up.
"We can head back to Bobby's in the morning," he said, "but for now I think we should all get some rest."
Light from the bedside lamp flickered down over the open pages of my book as I sat back against the covers. I glanced over at the clock as I flipped a page; 3:48 AM. It had been nearly an hour since we had gotten back, and the boys were already passed out asleep. Sam took up the other half of the bed I was on, his feet nearly dangling off the edge as he snored lightly beside me. Dean was splayed out on the other bed in the room; we had decided that he could take the whole bed to himself since he had had a rough few days already.
I turned my attention back to my book, trying not to shut my eyes in case I would fall asleep. I had figured that the only way to beat the demon that plagued me in my dreams was simply not to sleep. It was a pretty bad idea, I knew, but it was the best one I could come up with.
I focused solely on the book until I heard a brief flash of static. I raised my head up to look in front of me, where the television in the room, which had previously been off, had flashed to life. As static filled the screen, I reached down to lay my book beside the bed, and then grabbed the sawed-off, which was lying against the bed frame. I knew what electricity fluctuations meant, and I wasn't about to repeat what had happened in Montana. I rose back up to look at the TV.
The screen was static for a few more seconds, and then suddenly the television flashed again, revealing a dark room on the screen. I slowly got up off the bed, the gun clutched in my clammy hands, and walked around to stand in front of the screen. What was going on? The television flashed again, and what I saw made me drop the gun.
The demon in my dreams appeared on the screen, smirking and black-eyed as always. As I watched, her pupils receded, and for once she looked like a normal girl.
"Hello Sarah," She said through the screen. I took a step backwards, towards the bed.
"Sam," I whispered, trembling as I felt around for the bed while keeping my eyes on the screen.
"Oh, come on," She accused, "you know you can't get away from me." She shook her head, "Not even your brothers can save you this time."
"Shut up," I said louder, continuing to move backwards, "Who are you and what do you want with me?" I was starting to feel a bit braver; she couldn't get to me through the TV, right?
"Name's Kara, with a K." She stated matter-of-factly, "And I'm the one that sent little Marcie to the afterlife." She said with a smirk. I stopped in my tracks.
"You did kill mom," I said with a harsh realization.
"My pleasure," She replied evilly. I was still trembling, but not out of fear anymore. Instead it was replaced with hatred and anger.
"I'll send you back to hell myself," I sneered, "I swear."
"I'd love to see you try." Kara countered, smirking.
"Sarah?" I heard from behind me, and I turned to see Sam propped up on his elbow, a confused look on his face. I looked back at the TV, but the screen had gone blank.
A/N: So, what do you think? Please review, follow, and favorite, as always! I'll see you all on Friday!
