A/N: Thanks for all your reviews! Sorry this took awhile, but I added, then took out stuff...I was having a hard time writing it. Anyway, it's here now! So enjoy Season 2 Finale Part UNO!
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Chapter Fifty Three
I lay in the backseat of the Impala, ignoring most of the world. I had my IPod on, and was blasting the music as loud as it would go without busting my eardrums. The only problem was that every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was my mother, smiling at me. I sat up with a sigh. "What?" Dean asked, pulling into the diner.
"Nothing," I stated, with a yawn. "Absolutely nothing. Where are we?"
"Looks like we're at Sunnyside Diner," Dean stated, stopping the car.
I looked outside at the extremely tiny diner. It was pouring rain. "Ironic," I remarked, lying back down. "Get me chicken tenders please!"
"Chicken?" Dean asked. "You're boring."
I scoffed. "Chicken is universally good, Dean."
"Yeah, well," Dean sighed. "I want the cheeseburger. And don't forget the extra onion this time, huh?" He held up money for Sam to take.
Sam grabbed it out of his hand. "Dude, we're the ones who are gonna have to ride in the car with your extra onions."
Dean just smirked. Sam got out of the car. "Hey, see if they got any pie," Dean stated. Sam gave him an annoyed look, and walked away. "Bring me some pie!" he yelled after him. "I love me some pie."
I grimaced, a sharp pain shooting through my head. I sat up, my eyes closed in pain. "Dean," I said, worriedly.
"What?" he asked. "Is it-?"
"Hang on, I don't know," I said, holding my forehead in pain. Dean turned the radio on, and all we heard was weird static and feedback. "Okay, I think that's a yeah," I said.
Dean was getting out of the car without another word. "Leave the car running, do not move," he said, walking off. There was no one in the diner. I could see through the windows.
"De," I complained, but he ignored me. I waited, hopping into the front seat. As soon as I saw Dean draw his gun, I sighed. "Screw this," I stated, and got out of the car.
I went inside, looking around at the dead people. I cautiously made my way over to Dean. The only problem was that there was no one alive and more importantly, no Sam. "Sam?" I called.
I got no response except for a glare from Dean. "I thought I told you to wait in the car?" he asked, not looking at me. He was glancing around the diner cautiously.
"I didn't want to," I shrugged. "Sue me."He shook his head, walking around the counter. There were two more dead people there, the waitress and cook. They're throats were slit.
"Sam?" Dean called, opening the back door.
I looked down. "Dean," I said, picking up some yellow stuff. I rubbed it in between my fingers. I held one up to him. "Sulfur."
Dean just ran to the entrance now frantic. "Sam? Sammy? Sam?" he called.
"Sammy!" I screamed over the roar of the rain. Thunder roared. "Sam!"
"Sammy?" Dean screamed. "SAM!"
"Dean," I said, my head still pounding. It was subsiding now, going back into more of a dull ache. "He's gone."
"Shut up," he growled. "SAM!" He walked towards the woods. "Sammy!"
"Dean!" I shouted. He ignored me, walking back to the diner full of the dead people. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, not that you could see it in this pouring rain. I was soaking wet now, my clothes clinging to my body like saran wrap. My hair fell in my face. I watched Dean rampage around, demanding to know where Sam was.
He eventually came back by the car, where I was standing and gave me this look. He looked lost and scared, like he didn't know what to do. He pulled me into this death grip of a hug, as though I might be going next. "C'mon," he said, opening the car door. "We gotta get out of here."
I got into the passenger seat of the car, wringing my hair out before I sat down. I closed the door and Dean started the car without a word. I held my head in my hands, visions passing before my eyes like I was having a seizure or something. I saw an old town, with buildings that looked like they were falling down. Was Sam there? I had no idea.
I reached into my bag behind me and pulled out the Excedrin. I popped like four pills with nothing to drink. "Hey," Dean said, glaring at me. "Take it easy. I need you alive, Lex."
"It hurts," I said, massaging my temples. "It's a freaking demon headache." I threw the pill bottle in the glove compartment. Dean was going about a million miles an hour down the highway. "Where are you going?"
Dean shook his head. "I don't even know."
I looked out the window. "We can't just run to nowhere," I complained.
Dean slammed his hands down on the steering wheel, giving me a heart attack. He glared at me. "Well what do you suggest we do then oh wise one?"
I felt tears welling up in my eyes again from the frustration. "Don't be a dick, okay? I'm freaking out too."
Dean sighed. "Yeah? Well you're not showing it."
"You're showing it enough for the both of us," I said.
He growled as the rain came down harder. "I can't freaking see anything," he complained, pulling over into the rest area that we were passing. He stopped the car, and put his head in his hands. "Alright," he said, "Why don't we call Bobby?"
"Do whatever you want," I said, throwing his phone to him. I opened the car door, and went to get out. He grabbed my arm. "What?" I asked, glaring at him. "I have to use the restroom."
"I'm coming with you," he stated, getting out of the car.
"De—"
"If you think I'm letting you out of my sight for even a minute you're nuts," he said, narrowing his eyes. I said no more, and let him follow me to the bathroom. He walked right in with me. I went to the stall and gave him a look. "I'm not following you in there," he said, with a shrug.
I scoffed and did my business as fast as I could. Then I opened the door, smacking it into Dean. "Sorry," I said.
"Yeah I bet you are," he rolled his eyes.
I turned to him. "Really?" I asked. "Stop taking this out on me, Dean. You're driving me up a wall, okay? This isn't my fault. This isn't anyone's fault. So stop or I swear to god-!"
"Lex," Dean said, sounding worried.
"What?" I screamed. He only pointed behind me to the trashcan, which was erupted in flames. I looked to him, in shock. "Was that me?" I asked.
"I think so," he said, making a move to start to put it out. He dumped water from the sink on it. "How the hell—"
"Just," I put my hand up to shut him up. "Let's call Bobby." I walked to the door and we got back into the car. I handed him his phone again, and then held my head in pain again. I saw the same town as before, except it was a different building.
"What?" Dean asked, watching me.
"Nothing," I said, "Just the same as before." I was going to tell him about the whole "vision," but it's not like it was going to help anything. I didn't have an address or anything.
He gave me a concerned look, and dialed Bobby. "Bobby," Dean said. "Sam's missing. He was—Yeah he was taken. No, I have no idea. I found sulfur. Alright. Right, meet you there." He hung up the phone and looked to me again. "I wonder why he didn't try to take you."
I scoffed. "He wants to kill me, Dean, not take me someplace." I took a deep breath. "We should call Ash too."
"You do that one," Dean said, handing me his phone. "He likes you."
I took the phone and dialed. "Ash," I said. "I need a favor."
"Do you ever call just to say hi?" he asked, with a scoff.
"Ash, Sam was…he's missing," I said, "Can you just tell me if you got anything? Anything at all?"
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Are you okay? You don't need to worry, we'll find him."
"I hope so," I sighed. "Thanks, Ash." I hung up, putting the phone on the dashboard. Dean just stared at me for a moment. "Drive, please," I stated.
He sighed and started up the Impala. I closed my eyes and leaned over, putting my head down. It was still pulsing, even after all the drugs I took. I saw the town again, like flashes before my eyes. I whimpered as my head pounded.
"Lex," Dean said, nudging me. "Ankle biter, Bobby's here wake up." I opened my eyes to see Dean staring at me worriedly. "You okay?"
"Uh-huh," I said, sitting up. I looked over Dean's shoulder. "Hey, Bobby."
"Hey, darling," he said, with a small smile. I got out of the car. Thankfully it was no longer raining.
"Whatcha got for me Bobby?" Dean asked, as Bobby pulled out a map.
"This is it," Bobby said, spreading the map on the hood of the car. "All demonic signs and omens over the past month."
Dean looked up at him like he was nuts. "You jokin'?" he asked. He pointed to the empty map. "There's nothin' here."
Bobby shrugged. "Exactly."
"Oh come on, there's gotta be something," I said. "I mean, what about the-the-the normal low level stuff. You know exorcisms, that kind of thing?"
"That's what I'm telling you guys," Bobby sighed. "There's nothin'. It's completely quiet."
"How are we supposed to look for Sam?" Dean demanded. "What? Do we just close our eyes and point?"
My phone rang. I reached into my pocket and saw it was Ash. I shut Dean up. "Ash, what do you got?" I asked.
"Ok, listen," he said. "It's a big negatory on Sam."
"Oh come on, man," Dean said grabbing the phone. "You gotta give us something. We'r-we're looking at a three thousand mile haystack here."
"Listen! Dean," He said, exasperated. "I did find something," he said quietly.
"Well, what?" Dean asked.
"Can't talk over this line, Dean," Ash whispered.
"Come on! I don't have time for this," Dean scoffed.
"Make time! Ok? 'Cause this-" he cut off. I took the phone back from Dean, shooting him a glance. "Not only does this definitely help you find your brother. This is... It's huge. So get here. Now."
"I guess we're going to the Roadhouse," I said, with a shrug. "Come on." Dean got into the car after me and I sat in the back since Bobby was with us. Out of nowhere, my head started to pound again, sending near flames across my head. I yelped and held my head in pain.
"What?" Dean asked, turning around.
"Oh god," I said, as more severe visions passed my eyes. I watched them flicker in and out. There was the half destroyed town, a bell with something weird on it, I saw a big black guy in an army uniform, I saw Ava.
"What?" Bobby asked, gripping my shoulder.
"I keep getting visions," I struggled.
Dean glared at me. "And you didn't tell me?"
"It's nothing, I mean I can't make it out," I said, shaking my head. "It's like a town or something."
"Could you be any less specific?" Dean asked, rolling his eyes.
"Hey," I said, my eyes starting to wander. "You want the weird psychic powers you can have them, Dean."
"Would both of you idgits shut up," Bobby growled. "What are you seeing?"
"I don't know, some town," I said. "Its abandoned." It soon stopped, the pain subsiding. I let go of my head, looking around and blinking away the pain. "That's all I got."
"Great," Dean sighed. "Alright, let's get to the Roadhouse." He pushed the gas pedal down and went as fast as I had ever seen him go.
SPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN
We pulled up to the Roadhouse, and I knew something was very wrong the moment that we were close. As we came up the drive, all I could see was the smoke that was still coming up from the remnants of the building. I jumped out of the car before Dean or Bobby could stop me.
"What the hell?" Dean asked, walking up next to me.
I felt tears immediately welling in my eyes as I scanned the rubble. Please tell me that Ash and Ellen made it out alive. I didn't care about anyone else, even though that sounded really bad. I took another step towards the smoking rubble, Dean trying to hold me back by my arm. I quick pulled away from him. I wanted to see for myself.
I walked towards the center, noting all the random wood and other crap that was smoking. So far I saw nothing but smolders. "My God," Bobby remarked, glancing around.
"You see Ellen?" Dean called.
"No," Bobby shook his head. "No Ash either."
I looked down to see a hand sticking out. I thought I was going to puke. "Dean," I said. He came over and stared at it for a moment.
He bent down and touched it. Dean pointed to the watch on the wrist. He didn't even have to say anything and I knew. "Ahh, Ash, damn it," Dean stated, sadly.
I nearly burst into tears right there. I walked away from the rubble, my arms folded over my chest. I took deep ragged breaths. "Calm down, it's going to be okay. We have to focus on Sam," I mumbled to myself. But this was not okay.
"Darling," bobby said, walking to me and putting an arm around my shoulder. "You alright?"
"Fine," I said, bringing up a weak smirk. "I'm fine."
Bobby nodded once and then turned back to Dean. "This is..." He struggled.
Dean sighed. "What the hell did Ash know?" he asked. "We've got no way of knowing where Ellen is... or even if she's still alive. We've got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us. Now how the hell are we gonna find Sam?" I flinched after that little speech.
Bobby eyed me carefully. "We'll find him," he stated.
A wave of pain came over me for the millionth time, this time the picture crystal clear. "Alexis?" Bobby asked, grabbing onto me. "Dean?"
I tried to open my eyes, the sunlight blaring in my face. I fluttered my eyelids open a little and saw Dean struggling in pain as well. Then, Dean was gone and all I saw was that stupid bell again, but this time I could make out what was on it better.
"What was that?" Bobby asked us.
"I don't know," Dean said, looking at me. "Headache?"
"You get headaches like that a lot?" Bobby asked.
"I do," I scoffed, using his shoulder to keep myself up straight.
"No... must be the stress," Dean laughed a little. He then grunted again as the pain flooded back. "I could have swore I saw something."
"What do you mean? Like... uh, like a vision?" Bobby demanded. "Like what Sam and Lexie get?"
"What?" Dean asked, shaking his head. "No."
"I'm just sayin'," Bobby shrugged.
"Come on. I'm not some psychic," Dean scoffed.
The pain was there again, and Dean held onto the car for support. I fell to my knees. I could see Sam now, standing there looking worried. There was the bell again, a tree on it. The logo was a tree. "Dean?" Bobby asked. "Alexis!" When I opened my eyes, I was on my knees. "Are you two with me?" Bobby asked.
I nodded, unable to speak. "Yeah.. I think so," Dean gasped. He rubbed his forehead a little. "I saw… Sam," Dean choked out, looking at me to see if I saw the same thing. "I saw him, Bobby."
"It was a vision," I said.
"Yeah..." He said, with a nod. "I don't know how, but yeah." He groaned and looked to Bobby. "That was about as fun as getting kicked in the jewels."
"Welcome to my world," I scoffed, running a hand over my face with a sigh.
"What else did you see?" Bobby asked us.
"Uh.. There was a bell," I said, looking at him.
"What kind of bell?" Bobby asked.
"Like a big uh, big bell," Dean stated. "With uh.. some kind of engraving on it, I don't know."
"Engraving?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah," I said, "A tree,"
"Like an oak tree?" Bobby asked, narrowing his eyes.
Dean and I exchanged a glance. "Yeah, exactly," I breathed.
Bobby smirked slightly. "I know where Sam is," He stated, nearly in shock. Dean nearly jumped to the car, running as fast as he possibly could. I wasn't even sure it had registered in his brain. He just heard Sam and went with it.
I however couldn't help but look back at the cinders of the Roadhouse again, wondering if we should really just leave this here. We had to go after Sam however… I sighed and backed away. "I'll send someone," Bobby whispered to me. I nodded, and got into the car again.
"Take I-72," Bobby instructed. Dean pulled onto the highway. I yawned, trying to keep myself awake. I didn't want to fall asleep.
Dean looked at me in the rearview. "Just go to sleep, Lex," he said, with a small smile. "I'll wake you up in a few hours, okay?"
"Thanks, De," I said, lying down. I stared at the roof of the car for awhile, and soon found myself dead asleep.
I walked down the road, holding the gun steady ahead of me. This stupid werewolf had to be here somewhere. I had already seen him when he tried to escape last time.
"Alexis," a voice sneered. "Nice to see you again."I spun around, looking for the source. The gun in my hands went flying and smacked into the wall. "I was wondering when I was going to catch you without those stupid charms on you," he said.
"Where are you?" I demanded, scanning the entry of the alleyway. I turned the other way, and there he was. Yellow eyes was staring me down, his eyes catching the moonlight and shining brightly. "What do you want?"
"I know you're brother and you are on your way," he smirked. I narrowed my eyes. "That's right, I've been watching you." I shrugged a little, trying to look like this wasn't a big deal. His little smile faded, and he was serious. "If you two interfere, I will kill you. No torture like last time, no fooling around. I'm just going to snap your little neck."
"Bring it," I said, "Kill me now, I don't care."
He stared at me. "You know I can't do that," he stated, shaking his head. He smirked, suddenly and looked over his shoulder. "You wanna see Sammy?" he asked.
"I swear to God, you hurt him—"
"Calm down," he chuckled. "I wouldn't hurt your lil Sammy. I need him." He paused. "C'mon, let's go get him."
He disappeared, and I just sort of stood there extremely confused. Out of nowhere, Sam appeared in the alley. "Sam," I breathed.
"Lexie," he said, running up to me. "What's going on? Where's Dean?"
"Well isn't this just the cutest little family reunion," Yellow eyes said, leaning on the wall. "We got the two little Winchesters reunited." He stood up and walked over. "You two done?" he asked. "I have things to do after this, you know."
"What do you want?" Sam demanded, stepping in front of me like he was protecting me or something.
"I'm gonna show you both, Sammy," Yellow eyes said, and snapped his fingers.
I closed my eyes and the next time I opened it I saw that we were in the nursery. It wasn't me in the crib this time however, it was Sammy. "Look familiar?" Yellow eyes asked. "It should."
Sam stared for a moment, exchanging a glance with me. I said nothing. He started towards the crib, where yellow eyes was standing over it. "Relax, Sam," he said. "This is just a high-def instant replay." He looked to me. "Just like I showed you're sister here. Enjoy the show."
"John?" A voice said, from the door of the room. "Is he hungry?"
"Mom," Sam breathed.
The yellow eyes demon from the past shushed her.
"Okay, okay," my mom said, walking out.
"Hey, mom!" Sam screamed, taken aback. "MOM!"
"What did I just tell you, Sam?" Yellow eyes said. "She can't hear you. This isn't real." He nodded back at the bed.
The demon cut his wrist and dribbled blood down his wrist into Sam's mouth. "What the hell are you doing to me?" Sam demanded.
"Better than mother's milk," Yellow eyes remarked.
Sam looked disgusted. "Does this mean I have... demon-blood in me?" he asked. I grabbed his hand out of fear, trying to tell him that it didn't matter, but he just wrenched away. "Answer me!" he demanded when yellow eyes said nothing in return.
My mom walked back in, "No, not you," she breathed.
"She knew you?" I stated, confused. How would she know him?
Yellow eyes flung her to the wall, as the room erupted in flames. My father ran in, as soon as Yellow eyes disappeared, and pulled her off the wall and dragged her out. He ran back in after Sammy, grabbing him from the crib. "I think we've seen enough," Yellow eyes said, and snapped his fingers again.
I burst awake, Dean's hands on my shoulders. I breathed heavily, trying to gain my breath back. "Dean," I choked. I coughed, panting and struggling to get up. I was outside of the car on the ground. "Dean, I saw Sam. I talked to Sam."
"What?" he asked, confused. "You weren't breathing. What happened?"
"Yellow eyes," I said, "He, he talked to us."
"About what?" Dean asked, curiously.
I opened my mouth to respond, and then closed it again. This was Sam's business, I wasn't sure I should really tell Dean about it. "He told me that if I came and interfered with what he was doing, he would kill me for real this time," I replied.
Dean swore and stood up straight. "We've got to get there fast," he said. "We'll can swing by Bobby's and drop you off I guess, but—"
"No," I said. "Dean, you can't do that."
"Why not?" he asked. "I can't put you in danger like that. He's going to kill you, Lex. We'll keep you away and—"
"Bobby's is like two hours back that way," I complained. "Dean, Sam is more important, I'll be fine." To make my point, I stood up even though it made me extremely dizzy. "C'mon," I got back to the car, opening the door. "We're so close."
He sighed, glancing at Bobby. Bobby only shrugged as though saying it was his call. "Fine," Dean said, getting back in the driver's seat. "But you listen to me, okay?"
"When do I not?" I scoffed, sarcastically.
"Uh-huh," he said, rolling his eyes. "Right."
"Just drive," Bobby stated, slamming the car door shut which earned him a glare from Dean. However, Dean said nothing and just started up the car again. He started back up driving.
I stared out the window as the sun went down. Eventually, we finally hit the town. It was blocked off however, abandoned years ago due to the fact that it was supposedly cursed. A fitting choice for the demon to pick, in my opinion.
We got out of the car, just sort of staring at the road block. "It looks like the rest of the way is on foot," Bobby remarked.
"Yeah," Dean agreed, going to the trunk. He pulled out a two guns, handing one to me. I shoved it in my pants. Dean grabbed a flashlight, and handed one to Bobby.
He looked at me for a moment, and then sighed. "Lex, you're staying behind."
"No, I'm not," I said, shaking my head. "I've got a gun, I'm coming."
"Get your ass in the car, Alexis," Dean said sternly. "Don't make me force you in."
"This is my fight too, Dean," I complained. "You don't get to leave me behind."
He sighed, and then out of nowhere, grabbed me. I fought tooth and nail, not caring if I hurt him at all. I really didn't want to be left behind. He got his hands under my arms, dragging me to the backseat. Before I could kick him, he had metal handcuffs around my wrist. I was so surprised I stopped fighting long enough for him to cuff it to the car and put the key in his pocket.
"Damn it, Dean," I screamed, as he slammed the door. "You can't do this!"
"I just did," he yelled back. "And if you break the handle of the car I will kill you!" He looked to bobby, who almost looked taken aback. "Let's go."
"I'll get out!" I yelled after him.
"I'll be back by then," he stated, not even looking back. "Behave!"
"Behave my ass!" I screamed, kicking at the car. He deserved it the stupid idiot. I couldn't believe he locked me in here! I struggled with the cuffs for a long time, until my wrist was red. I scoffed.
I then smirked as I saw the paper clip on the floor of the car. "I'm always prepared, Dean," I smiled. I had to bend at an awkward angle to reach it, nearly pulling my arm out of the socket. It slipped out of my fingers twice before I pulled it up.
I bent it to be straight with my teeth. Then, I started to pick the lock on the handcuff. It took me a good ten minutes, until I got it to pop off. I smirked in triumph, and got out of the car immediately. I ran in the general direction of where Dean had gone, trying my best to catch up as fast as I could.
I saw them ahead of me in mere minutes since they were walking and I was running at top speed. Dean turned around, gun pointed as he heard me approaching. "Alexis Marie!" He yelled. "I told you to stay put, dammit!"
I shrugged, not really caring how mad he was. "Did you honestly expect me to listen?"
He struggled for words, and then just gave up. "Fine," he said. "But when this mess is over, you are dead, you hear me?"
"Gotcha," I smirked to myself. We went back to walking towards the desolate town. I couldn't really see it clearly yet, but it was there.
Dean cleared his throat. "Lex," he said, "You, uh, getting anything?"
"My head hasn't stopped hurting since the diner," I stated, shaking my head. I looked ahead, suddenly seeing the giant that was my brother. I just stopped walking and pointed.
Dean spun around and looked at Sam. Sam was standing over some guy. "SAAM!" he yelled. "Sammy!" Sam turned around, and a grin lit up his face.
"Dean!" he screamed back, walking towards us.
My head seared and I gasped as I saw the guy he had been standing over moving. I looked to Dean, who seemed to have seen it as well. Dean took off at a sprint. "Sam! Look out!" he yelled.
Before Sam could even react, the guy thrust the knife into Sam. "NOOOO!" Bobby, Dean and I all screamed together. The knife came out, and Sam wobbled on his feet. The guy took off without a second glance.
Dean and I kept running, him ahead of me thanks to his stupid longer legs. He threw his arms around Sam, catching him as he fell forward. I caught up as Dean lowered him to the ground. Bobby kept going, to get the guy. I stopped with Dean, kneeling next to him. Sam grunted in pain.
"Sam," Dean said, "Whoa, Whoa, Sam, Hey, Come here, come here, let me look at you." He pulled Sam's face up. Sam looked completely out of it. I looked at the wound on his back. It was deep and big. Tears started to form in my eyes. Dean looked at the blood on his hand. "Oh, hey look, hey look at me it's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, alright?"
"Sammy," I said, as his jaw went slack. He was dying….no, he was going to be okay. He was my older brother, I needed him, so he was going to be okay. I got up to go after that guy who stabbed him. I needed my revenge.
"No," Dean said.
"I'm going to kill him," I stated coldly, pulling my gun out.
"No way in hell are you going anywhere!" Dean said, trying to keep Sam alive and upright. "Sammy, Sam! Hey, listen to me, we are going to patch you up, okay... You'll be as good as new. Huh?" Dean asked, desperately. Sam couldn't even hold his head up anymore. Dean held his face up, forcing him to look at him. "I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to take care of you. I gotcha. It's my job, right, watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother... Sam... Sam... Sam! SAMMY!"
"No," I said, shaking my head. I fell back to my knees in realization. "No!"
Sam slowly closed his eyes. "No.. no-no-no-no-no-no. Oh god... Oh god..." Dean stuttered. He clung to him desperately, not wanting to believe it. I think my own heart stopped.
It occurred to me a second later that I was hyperventilating. "No, Sam…" I cried. "Don't die, don't be dead, Sammy…"
"SAAAM!" Dean screamed.
But Sam couldn't answer, because he was dead.
