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Secretwrittenword: Sam is just the sweetest thing, putting someone else first. However, he might have saved her from freezing to death, but she saved him to in a way. She is the strength he needs to keep pushing forward. Without her, he would probably just give up. And OMG, I just loved what you wrote 'He will have warmed her heart as he defrosted her body'. I love that line! Thanks for the review.

Blondie20000: Sam is embarrassed, but he knows it needs to be done. Julia might not be as pissed as one would imagine. Considering she is like a bit like Dean, she wouldn't really mind waking up to guy like Sam next to her, lol. But seriously, if anything she is going to feel guilty for putting them both in such a dangerous situation. Thanks for the review.

Ncsupnatfan: Sam went to extreme lengths to reach her. It is funny that everyone seems to think she will be angry with him over this, lol. She will have a different reaction. Thank you for the review.

Aisha: Sam leaving someone like her for dead would be too much out of character for him. And you think she had a sad little life? You have no idea. You'll see on the next Sam chapter, and you are going to love that part. Thanks for reviewing as always.

Summer: I don't wish to be Juls just yet. But later on... Hm... Thanks for the review.

Chapter 13: See you again

Dean felt it when he hit the floor, but couldn't see a thing, blinded by a very bright light. One moment he was tied up with heavy chains and when he fell, he felt them falling with him, but he didn't feel them, nor hear them hit the ground. Just as the light diminished, he lifted his head up, and rose slowly with a heavy grunt to see what had happened. He was surprised to feel less pain then he expected. He grimaced feeling sharp pain rush up his leg, and he remembered the hit it took, it was most likely broken.

Finally opening his eyes, the first thing he spotted was Sarah on her hands and knees, panting and sobbing at the same time. They were both in the center of a small, superficial crater, the ground around them singed and the walls charted. In front of them was a pile of ash, probably Brian. Their clothes was slightly burned at places, but they both seemed unharmed by whatever hit.

The blast must have been focused, like group angel smiting, but it was different. It didn't destroy everything in its path only the vampire and the chains that held them. On top of that, Dean's wounds were sightly healed, he could feel that tingling sensation just under his skin, the one he felt any time Cas healed him. It wasn't 100%, his leg was still broken, but it was damn close. Could Jack have done this?

Dean didn't have time o ponder over this, hearing Sarah break into another loud sob, but not allowing herself to fall to the ground. Her hands shook as they held her body up, and she fought hard to lift herself up. Her eyes darted the room, lingering just a bit longer at the pile of ashes before her, before bringing her gaze to meet Dean's. There was pure fear in her expression, but a slight relief in her eyes when she spotted him. She breathed hard and a few tears escaped her, as she opened her mouth to say something, but immediately shut it, choosing instead to try and drag herself to Dean.

Dean also tried to move in her direction, his face all screwed up from the pain in his leg. and Sarah frowned, her eyes going down to his broken leg. If Dean payed attention, and watched her, he would have seen that the more she moved, the more determination crept up her expression, the more strength she seem to be mustering. She reached him and pulled him so he was leaning on her, her eyes now showing more concern along with that what-the-hell-happened expression. But she said nothing, probably seeing the same baffled expression on Dean's face. He might have had a few theories, but it was clear even he didn't know exactly what happened. Besides, she had other things on her mind.

Like finding out just how come Dean was moving after the beating he took.

She checked him over and he let her, more to ease her mind, because he knew he was hurt, but it wasn't as bad. He would definitely need a hospital for that broken leg, but aside from that, the bruises and cuts were already half healed. When her eyes finally met his, Dean's heart skipped a beat and he sucked in a breath, staring at her. His mind went completely blank aside from a vision of her, looming over him with her stunning deep blue eyes.

The moment was broken when there were shouts heard from somewhere deep in the building and Sarah's eyes were suddenly filled with terror once more as she muttered "Oh, shit. The others." Yeah, Brian might have been gone, but the rest of the vamps weren't. Sarah's head snapped at the door and then quickly back to Dean. It was the only door out of the room and Dean couldn't walk, much less hold off two vampires.

"Ok, all right. All right." Sarah muttered again, this time more to herself in a form of a self-encouraging and she mildly pushed Dean just so that she could get up and then reached and helped him to his feet. Or well, foot. Dean knew he would have to walk, skipping on one foot if they were going to get out of there, and he was glad she offered herself for support. He could only pray the vamps weren't going to catch up. Sarah took his hand and swung it around her neck, allowing him to lean on her and her hand grabbed his waist to steady him.

One thought kept bugging Dean, nothing alarming, just weird. Sarah was clearly scared out of her mind, but she was pushing her own limits, forcing herself to move and to help them both out of this mess. All things considering she was doing pretty well.

She opened the door and pulled Dean through them, all the while he was holding back, bitting down on his lower lip to stop himself from shouting in pain. The only sound was of him grunting and Sarah picked a direction and lead them there. Around the corner the hallway parted in two ways, but they got lucky seeing a dart pointing to the Exit. When they were halfway down that hall, the door opposite swung open with a loud bang and Dean's head snapped back to see two very pissed off vampires. Shit.

Sarah heard them too, gasped and tensed, but kept pushing them forward, and Dean bit back a shout when the pain in his leg got worse from all the motion. However he couldn't hold back a painful snarl when they reached the door and Sarah practically kicked them open. They stumbled out to find themselves in the backyard of the abandoned factory. But the only thing over the fence was the ocean.

"There!" Sarah yelled, pointing in the direction of the two cars in the parking lot. A nice blue 69 Camaro SS and a bright red 70 Ford Mustang were just sitting there, like they were waiting just for them. Quickly making a decision, Sarah pulled Dean towards the Camaro and prompted him against the right side of the car.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked through his teeth, holding back a shout, only grunting as he moved.

"What does it look like?!" Sarah yelled, maybe a bit harshly, but definitely consumed with panic. She opened the passenger door and helped Dean inside as fast as she could when the doors swung open and Billy and Aisha charged at growled as another jolt of pain shout up to his leg and he looked down, seeing the wound was bleeding intensively. Whatever healed him hasn't quite finished the job and him using the leg, running from the vamps hasn't helped either. Gritting his teeth, Dean picked up a shirt that laid in the car and wrapped it, bringing it to his leg and applying pressure on the wound. The car was just a bit too tight for his liking, and he was having a hard time arranging his leg to slow the bleeding.

"Oh, crap!" was Sarah's reaction as her face drew even more pale, noticing all the blood when she entered the car. Dean glanced at her with a look that said 'It is gonna be ok.', hoping she can disregard him and focus on the driving. And as his eyes wondered down, back to his leg, he caught a glimpse of the car's dashboard.

"Oh, shit." was Dean's reaction when he saw the so-called stick. The car was a manual and it had a gearshift, but that fact didn't seem to faze Sarah. A small sigh of relief escaped her as she reached under the driving wheel and felt the keys in the ignition. The engine purred as she started the car and she grabbed that stick and pulled it towards her, then pushed it forward, putting the car in the reverse. Dean was slightly amazed by the way she was handling the car, and made a mental note that he shouldn't assume that a girl can't drive a stick.

Still, as calculated as her movements seem to be, Sarah was having a full blown panic attack that she was trying so damn hard to get a control over. She reversed the car and skid just past the vamps, and Aisha was able to slam her open palm against the back door, clenching it to leave a deep claw mark before she stomped furiously and turned to Billy. Dean watched with a deep frown as Aisha jumped into the Mustang that barely stopped to pick her up, before it was tailing them.

"Sonofabitch." He muttered and looked at Sarah. The girl was trying so hard to steady her breaths, muttering something in her chin as her eyes were fixed on the road, her hands extended in front of her, clutching the wheel. When she heard him curse, without moving, she glanced in the rear-view mirror and sucked in a breath.

The red Mustang was right behind them, catching up fast. Dean didn't think it was possible, but Sarah went even paler, her eyes wide and fearful, and her breaths sort and erratic. For a second she seemed like she was going to faint, and Dean knew he had to do something. But what? He couldn't take over, he couldn't drive with his bust up leg. No, Sarah was going to have to do this. But she needed help, she needed reassurance. So Dean placed his hand over hers and squeezed, and when she glanced his way, he made sure all she saw was comfort and assurance that she can pull this off.

"You can do this. I am right here, I will guide you. Just put the pedal to the metal. You got this." He said nodding at her, a small smile of a promising pride tugging at his lips. Yeah, she got this.

Sarah frowned, but nodded as her eyes darted the road ahead of them. She took in every little thing out there, all the while trying to take deep calming breaths and trying to relax as much as possible. "Yeah... Yeah, all right. I... I got this. Yeah, I got... Just like uncle Dom thought me... Ok... Al right..." The more she spoke, the more tightly she gripped the wheel, and the more gas she applied. The Mustang was just about to try and surpass them when she accelerated and Dean smiled, looking back at the red car falling behind.

Dean turned forward and instantly felt a bit woozy, probably from the sudden turn and definitely not because of all the blood loss as the dark red liquid pooled just under his seat. He tried his best to ignore it along with the pain and looked around. They were driving in a marine, just next to the ocean. He opened his mouth to try and tell Sarah where to go, but she seemed to have an idea of her own.

Dean jerked and winced in pain as the car suddenly slowed down, Sarah applying both the brake and shifting into a lower gear, all the while her eyes darting everywhere, from the road ahead of them, to the buildings to their left to the car that was again catching up. She swung the wheel and as soon as the car started turning to the left, she pressed the gas pedal again, dashing through the alley between two buildings. Unfortunately the Mustang followed, bumping his rear in the side of the building trying to make that turn.

The hunter was at a loss for words. Sarah still seemed scared out of her mind but she kept breathing and repeating to herself "Ok, all right. I got this." Dean had no idea who was the guy that gave this girl driving lessons, but he was glad someone taught her. But he didn't have much time to dwell upon that, between the pain and the blood loss, and the two blood thirsty vamps that were after them, Dean just focused on the road and the turns Sarah was taking, trying to anticipate the next one and not having the motions of the car toss him and his broken leg all over the place. And even that was getting harder by the minute.

"Oh." Dean heard Sarah say and followed her gaze to the empty parking lot in front of them that was currently undergoing a reconstruction of sorts. There was a small smile of possible idea on Sarah's face and he watched her eyes dart all over the road ahead as if she was actually calculating speed, distance, whatever. What the hell was she planning?

She accelerated putting the car in the higher gear and glanced at the rear view mirror, making sure the Mustang was still following. She was heading straight for the patch of the parking that was looking over the ocean, and conveniently had no fence. Dean's face went slightly pale, probably from the loss of all the blood, certainly not from a fear of a possible drowning. He had enough of that with Michael. The closer they got to the edge of the parking lot, the more Dean's heart was pounding, but when he looked at Sarah, she seemed determined. Not calm, but confident into her own decision. And Dean wasn't sure if he could trust that.

But before he could react, she suddenly jerked the wheel to the left, just a few feet away from the edge and pressed down on the gas pedal hard. The car started to skid a bit and she released the gas pedal, pushing down on the clutch and reaching to pull the hand brake. The car shook, the back of it started to swing to the left and it seemed like that rear part of the car had a mind of its own. Sarah quickly turned the wheel all the way, opposite, to her right, making the back of the car skid more and drift , and Dean could feel her release the clutch and dose the gas so that they're not thrown out of the curve.

A second later, the car came to a stop standing opposite then when it was racing towards the ocean, and Sarah watched as two confused vampires glared at her and screamed when they realized where they were headed. Billy obviously tried to stop the car and to change their course, but only managed to wobble the speeding car as it flew out of that edge and straight into the ocean.

Sarah was breathing fast, but there was some clear relief tugging at her lips, making her huff a smile and she said "I... I did it? I... I did it? I did, it, Dean, I... Dean? Dean?!" Her face drew serious fast as she laid her eyes on a very pale and a very unconscious hunter.

"Oh, no, no... Dean!" She tried to shake him, to wake him up, and his hand slid off of his leg, no longer holding the pressure there and she gasped at the sight of all the blood. This was bad, this was really bad. Before she knew it Sarah was putting the car into the first gear and dashing off towards the nearest hospital.

The closest hospital just had to be Jackson Memorial, the one Sarah used to work. Everyone gave her side glances as she brought in a man with a broken leg and severe blood loss. They kept asking her what happened, but she kept her mouth shut and simply said she found him like this. When they asked her his name, she said she didn't know, and they haven't found any ID on him. So John Doe it is.

They rolled their eyes when they fixed him up and brought him to his room, only to find her there, waiting. The staff knew her well, the weirdo that always got too attached to the patients. She wasn't there long, just a nurse intern, but even that was long enough for everyone to start viewing her as a freak. And even though each of her claims about a certain patient and his illness was correct, whether it was good or bad news, they were all wary of her and her abilities, though some thought she was faking it. Even accused her of tampering with the patients and their medication, but nothing was ever proven. She couldn't take the looks and finally, after an incident, she decided enough was enough. Her adoptive father was furious, and tried to talk to the chief, but the truth was, everyone was relieved to see her go.

Sometimes she thought he only wanted her here so that he could keep a watchful eye over her.

And as she sat by Dean's side Sarah found herself pondering over what DocZ might say if he was here to see her. No doubt he would be pissed, but in his typical cold way. She looked at the hunter ahead of her, feeling strange. The panic from the events of the day and night subsided and she felt all energy drained from her. Sitting next to his bed, she set her arm next to him and laid her head on it, turning it so that she could watch him.

It has been over a day now, almost day and a half since he stumbled in her home, but it felt like a life time ago. She still remembered how she hit him with the pan and huffed a small laugh at the irony of the current situation. Still, being psychic aside, she felt like she knew him. Like she knew him all of her life. And even his name, the one she kept a secret, even that was familiar. It kept drawing her back to the part of her life she wished she could forget.

The time when the voices in her head intensified, sometimes being so loud all she could do is scream, covering her ears as if it would help. DocZ was always there, the only time he actually showed concern, but even then he was a bit wary and distant. Sometimes it looked like he could hear the voices too.

But none of it was relevant right now. Sarah found herself drifting off to sleep, and welcoming the darkness that kept around her, finally able to relax just a bit. She was all right, she was safe and most importantly – Dean Winchester is saved too.

Except Dean Winchester wasn't saved, not from the darkness that was currently drowning him in his own sleep as he tried so hard to stay above the water level and all the while shouting his brothers name, feeling desperately scared and alone.

A/N:

*If you type in 'see you again', the title of this chapter on youtube, you are gonna find a song that relates to Sarah's Uncle Dom.

**Special thanks to my friend Floyd who helped me out with the car drift maneuver.

*** Anyone catch that early seasons reference? What is it?