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Chapter 28: I say a little prayer

"This is DYE three North Pole research station. Does anyone copy? Is anyone out there? This is DYE three, North Pole. Can anyone hear me?" Sam tried once again, never giving up on trying to reach someone. The thought, the hope that his brother would come for him and Julia slowly started to fade, but even if it didn't, Sam still felt like he needed to do something, to help out from his end. He decided to try the radio that morning before breakfast, to change it up a bit since they would usually do it after they ate. Julia was in the kitchen, microwaving another meal while Sam spoke into the mic, not really expecting to hear a reply.

He said the line and when static replied, he sighed. The slow loss of hope wasn't really making him desperate at this point, just sad. Sad that if he met his fate here, if this was it, he would regret not saying goodbye to Dean. He would regret leaving him behind. And he would regret not having more time with Julia. They both deserved more time with each other.

"S...a(m)?"

Sam flinched and looked at the radio with wide eyes. Was that static, his imagination playing tricks on him, or did someone just call his name? No, must be his imagination. I am slowly loosing it. He thought.

"Sam?" He flinched hard to the sound of his own name, and wiped around to see Julia standing at the doorway with that amazing smile of hers, but some curiosity in her eyes. She was probably wondering what scared him, considering the look on his face and how fast he turned to face her. "You ok?"

"Yeah..." Sam responded huffing a laugh. It was his imagination. " Breakfast ready?" When Julia nodded he continued "Let's go eat." Sam reached and shut the radio off, just before someone's voice broke through the static. He got up and walked to Juls, reaching to take his hand in hers, intertwine their fingers and together, they went in the direction of the kitchen.

They ate mostly in silence, neither having much to say at this point. There were no words necessary, not with this situation. The night before, around 8 pm, Sam stepped outside and went back to check the fuel tank, and he finally found the reason why it was lights out at midnight. Apparently there was a timer set outside that cut the fuel supply at a given time, probably to preserve the fuel. He couldn't reset it, not without a code of sorts, but even if he had the code, it wouldn't matter. The fuel was running low. Extremely low. Sam didn't really know the consumption ratio, so he couldn't calculate how much time they had. All he could establish is that their time was running out.

Julia reached and clasped her hand over Sam's, making him look at her, and she smiled an assuring smile. Not the we-will-be-alright(saved) assuring smile, but rather the one it-is-ok-we-did-what-we-could assuring smile. She had no regrets aside for her dad not knowing what happened to her and not saying her goodbyes. Otherwise she was happy. She finally found someone she could be with, and if she wasn't so calm and at peace about it, she would scream at the sky at the irony. Figures her luck, finding the one for her and dying soon after. But Juls was glad, glad that she wasn't alone in this, as selfish as it may sound, she was glad to die in his arms.

"Ok, who's ready for desserts?" Juls asked as if there were more people in the room, breaking the heavy silence and startling Sam out of his own thoughts. But he smiled and actually raised his hand like he was in a classroom and said. "Me."

Julia broke into laughter that slowed her movements, so it took her a minute to get up and walk to the fridge. "Wanna guess what we're having?"

"Hm... I don't know... Pie?" Sam tried to joke, knowing well all they had was fruit and ice cream, and Julia couldn't cook, not if her life depended on it, but he was met with a deep frown that made him drop the smile and look at her a bit warily.

"Do not joke about pie. Never joke about pie!" Julia all but pointed the knife at him, the one she was currently putting away and then turned and reached into the fridge. She pulled out a large bowl and turned to Sam with a wide grin, the previous comment forgotten. "Surprise!" She shouted as she walked back over to the table.

Sam's face covered in a child like wonder and a wide smile appeared as he looked at the bowl. It was probably a mixture of peach and pineapple at the bottom, but it was covered in ice-cream, whip cream with a cherry on top and... "Are those chocolate chips? Where did you..."

"My mystery box. It not only contained a few cans of whip cream, but also a few bars of chocolate. You like what I did?" She said almost sheepishly, hoping he liked it, hoping it would bring forth more smiles. Who wouldn't want to see him smile all the time? The trace of those boyish dimples still present, and the way he would look down whenever he smiled as if he was shy. And add blushing to it, and she could just melt at the site of him. Speaking of blushing... "I do have one more bar left. I thought about melting it down and pouring it all over..." As she spoke, Julia reached and traced her fingers from Sam's knee, up his hip all the way to his chest but it was when she started going back down that Sam stopped her, grabbing her hand and interrupting her, blushing like crazy.

But he didn't push her away, instead he pulled her closer and set a deep passionate kiss on her lips and Julia felt weak at the knees, so much so that if she was standing instead of sitting at the table, she would have fall down. He pulled away, gazed into her eyes and said with a kind smirk on his face "Who's melting now?"

They joked and enjoyed the dessert that lifted their spirits only for a little while. After the breakfast, they geared up and went back out, trying to reach that building again to see if there is any canisters of fuel there, anything that could help them last longer. Maybe the other fuel tank had more juice? It was a wishful thinking and a complete waste of time, even if they didn't have anything better to do. It was late afternoon when they made it back, empty handed and filled with sorrow and misery.

That night when the lights went out and they found themselves in each other's arms once more, they made love again, this time taking things ever so slowly, taking their time and letting their hands and lips roam all over the other one's body as if they were trying to memorize it. As if this was their last day, last night on Earth.

Or their last night in forever. If they died, if they both died there, tonight, if they both died and went to Heaven, what would they find? Would Sam find Jess waiting for him? Would Julia find her Jake holding their baby, reaching out to her? Would they ever see each other? Ever again?

They did wake up that morning to the sound of the generator and the warmth of the room, and they smiled happily at each other, thankful for another day. They took turns to shower and met up in the kitchen and Sam couldn't help but reach out to Julia and pulling her close, never allowing his lips to part hers. It was as if he wanted them to stay like that forever.

The cold, harsh reality hit them like a tsunami when after breakfast, the lights went out and the rattling sound that came thought the vents suggested that the boiler went off too, leaving them in darkness and nothing else to do but get back in bed, wrap around each other tight and await for the cold to numb their senses and eventually take them over completely.


"You don't believe me, do you?" Sarah asked Dean after finally managing to drag him away from Julia's bike and to the radio. He gave her a serious look followed by a deep sigh.

"No, I believe you, it's just that..." Dean tried, but Sarah interrupted him, crossing her hands in front of her in a very angry manner. In fact her entire stance gave out the notion that she was becoming more and more agitated by the minute.

"You just don't believe it was him I heard." Dean didn't really have to say anything, she could sense exactly how he felt and what he thought about it. Dean sighed again, looking Sarah straight in the eyes, searching them, trying to figure out what to do. He wanted to find something on Julia's bike, anything that had special value to her, that can be used to track her. Finally, he broke his gaze and looked at the machine behind Sarah. Sure it did have a speaker system and everything necessary for it to be a radio station of it's own, but it never worked. Dean should know, billions of times he played with it's switches just to see if any opens a secret door or something.

"I believe you think you..." Dean started and got interrupted again.

"NO! Don't give me that crap, you believe I believe I heard HIM. I know it was him. I know I never heard his voice before, but I felt it. It is him." Sarah said, anger and slight disappointment flaring out of her. Dean gave her a look filled with doubt and uncertainty, and it only made the rage flare up even more. Sarah huffed at him, turned around and stomped out of the room. She went back to her room, slammed the door and sat heavily on the bed, crossing her hands and huffing again.

Worst thing is, she understood his disbelief. He had a lead, a solid lead, a good chance to find them using a locating spell with some of Julia's belongings, and he wasn't ready to drop that for a slim chance that she heard Sam on the radio. Even if she did, what could he do? Waste his time trying to reestablish that radio connection. No, he was right, his way was better, had more chance of... He had more experience with this.

Sarah glanced at the stack of books on her night stand. She picked up a few that were about witchcraft and locating spells and she was reading them, but couldn't seem to find anything useful. Yet. Maybe she should try harder. Dean had this lead to follow, he knew what he was doing, and Sarah couldn't really help much. So why not focus on what she could do. Books. Reading. Research. That was what she was good at. She had to be in order to be able to go through and memorize all those medical books, even though she never wanted to be a doctor or a nurse.

Sarah got up and picked up the stack of books, turning to leave her room with a newfound determination on her face. She stomped back into the library where Dean was inspecting the contents of Julia's travel cases from the bike. He raised his eyes to her, but she ignored him as she walked back to a shelf and started putting the books away, picking up others and spreading them on a separate table opposite of Dean. She sat down, picked up a notebook and a pencil and started reading. Dean watched her with confusion, but said nothing, a thought briefly popped in his head of how similar she and Sam were. His brother would pout in the exact same manner when Dean or their father wouldn't listen to what he had to say regarding a certain hunt.

Whole day and most of the night, Dean spent using every object in Julia's case to try and located her, he burnt through twenty world maps, and they would all just flame up from the point where he lit them, all the way to the top. Sarah's was cold and quiet at first, focused on her reading, but the more time passed, the more worried glances she would throw in Dean's direction. It was clear he was getting frustrated and getting nowhere with his lead. It was when his last attempt failed and he hit a metal bowl he used for the spell across the library, that Sarah finally drop her reading, stood up and walked to him. She glanced around to see the mess he made, ash from the maps scattered all over the place, some herbs spread across the table and floor. She sighed and set a comforting hand on his shoulder and he whipped around to meet her eyes.

He did't have to say a thing, she felt it, and he knew it. She felt every spec of emotion that cruised under that mask of his, every worried and scared thought, every uncertainty and every feeling of uselessness and failure. She felt every drop of desperation that filled him, like the tears that were forming in his eyes, threatening to spill. Despite her confusion over the feelings she might have for him, she reached his other shoulder and pulled him in for a firm hug. He was stiff at first, but as if he was feeling the comforting warmth that seemed to radiate out of her, he relaxed and hugged her back, holding on to her tightly. They stayed like that a while, and would probably remain in the same position for a while if the dawn didn't break through the only high window in the bunker.

Dean pulled away and looked at her, and she gave him the warmest, most reassuring smile she could, and he smiled back.

"We will find them." Sarah stated like it was a fact and Dean huffed a smile, nodding. Every time he would loose hope there she was to assure him, to set that spark back on fire and give air to his wings. In just a few days she became his rock, his inspiration, his... He broke that train of thought, feeling undeserving to have someone like her by his side, but so happy she is there and that he isn't alone. If he was, he would break down into pieces and she wasn't letting him do that. She was the glue that held him together.

Dean glanced at the stack of books and papers she had on her table, wondering if maybe she found something. Maybe, once again, she could provide a clue, a lead for them to follow. Come to think about it, every lead he ever head regarding Sam's disappearance was provided by her. Starting from seeing Julia on that video.

"What have you been up to?" He asked walking over to the table and looking over her notes.

"Researching locating spells. Most of them you already tried, from what I can see." Sarah replied and Dean raised a brow. She figured out which spells he used? But when he looked over at the mess on the other table, he understood how she knew, considering the ingredients he used and the chants he spoke that she listened to. But...

"Most of them?" he asked with curiosity.

"Yeah, well... Some are bleak copies of the ones you already tried, others are practically impossible to... Cast? You cast the spell, right? Yeah, some require some insane ingredients. And some are just for finding missing keys and stuff." She replied and then seemed to have a thought. Reaching to pick up her notebook, she flipped a few pages and then added "There was one spell..." This got Dean's attention.

"It isn't like the other location spells, it is... It's more like... - it was clear Sarah was struggling a bit to explain - It doesn't really show you were someone is. Well, it does show you, but... Ugh...Um... It doesn't point the person out, it takes you to them. Like transports you, teleports you to them. Still, I could only find mentions of the spell, not the actual spell." She picked up an old book and waved it around. "This book mentions it a lot, and the author even claimed that such a spell only existed in something called the... - notebook pages flipping, until Sarah found what she was looking for and squinted her eyes at the smeared words - the... the black G... Grimm?"

Dean's eyes widened, some kind of tingles went through his entire system, shock written all over his face. Sarah looked at him confused and worried and it was her turn to go all wide-eyed when Dean snapped out of it, grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her before pulling back and running to a shelf and opening a secret compartment. Sarah watched him move, utter confusion written on her face. Her lips still trembled from his kiss when he came back to her and spoke with voice filled with excitement.

"You're a genius! The black Grimoire, we have it. And here... - pages flipping - here is the spell..." Dean said and took a moment to look at the ingredients necessary for the spell. "Yeah, it needs some heavy-duty stuff, but we are well equipped here." He couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that if it wasn't for Sarah he wouldn't even be here,but probably back in Miami, and he wouldn't even find this spell if she hasn't decided to look through the spells. "Alright, I'll... I'll go get the stuff we need and..."

"And I'll clear the table for you." Sarah added. Dean smiled sheepishly, it was he who made the mess, he should clean it up. "Don't worry, I will leave all the ingredients here, I'll just clean the ashes and things you won't need." Dean nodded, feeling so thankful for Sarah. He turned and practically ran out of the room and Sarah just had to smile at his enthusiasm.

When Dean came back into the library ten minutes later, the table was clean, the bowl and bottle of various herbs were sitting idly on the table, everything seemed to be set for him to add a few more items and cast the spell. Except Sarah was holding something and looking at it with a curious frown.

"Whatcha got?" Dean asked setting the book and a few vials on the table. The spell was relatively easy, but required a lot of herbs and had a lot of components. It would have helped if they had something that tied to a specific location they were at, like when they opened the rift to apocalypse world using 'something from there', but even without it, it had a good chance it would work as long as they used something with Sam's DNA.

"Die." Sarah said.

"What?" Dean asked completely baffled.

Sarah seemed to snap from her trance and she looked at Dean. "Die. D.Y.E. Look. This... This is a piece of the map you have burnt."

"You think it is the location?" Dean asked, wondering how he missed that piece of paper. He watched Sarah as she opened his laptop and brought forth Google Maps while replying to his question.

"I know it is. And before you ask, I know because Sam told me." She looked at him and saw he needed more then just 'Sam told me.' Sarah rolled her eyes and kept talking while searching for the location. "The radio... Aside from 'Can anyone hear me?' Sam also mentioned three words. Number three, die and north. And now... Considering how the maps have burnt, the flames going upwards, north... There! - Sarah said pointing at the laptop - They are in the North Pole, in a place called D.Y.E.3."

Dean was speechless. What could he even say? He dismissed the fact that she actually heard Sam on the radio, and no thanks to him, she still managed to find his brother. Not only that he didn't help, he even...

Dean flinched when he felt her hand on his, bringing him out of his thoughts and her warm smile bring calm to his guilt. "Let's go get them."


A rift opened in the most cramped toilet Dean has ever seen or been in. A person would only have a half an inch between an open door and the toilet when they would try to get out, and they would have to step over the toilet bowl in order to do that. "What idiot designed this? And how the fuck is it bolted on this side?" Dean questioned as he pulled the latch and just barely managed to open the door. Luckily, he brought a flashlight beside the gun and the angel blade, because as soon as he stepped out of the toilet, he was greeted by complete darkness, the only light aside from his flashlight was the rift. "Why they hell is it so cold in here?" Dean questioned. Realistically, he knew he was on the freaking North Pole and that was the reason it was so cold, but... If Sam is here... Dean batted the thought away. NO Sam is alive, he had to be. Sarah would sense something, right?

He hoped Sarah wouldn't follow. Just barely he managed to persuade her to stay behind, tell her it was just in case something goes wrong, but it was more that he had no idea what he was walking into. She was pissed, but she listened. He thought he was keeping her safe by making her stay behind, but since his decision making wasn't all that great lately, he hoped it wasn't the wrong call.

Opposite of the toilet there was a door labeled LAB. Dean peeked inside, scanned it and then went into the small office that connected to it. Stepping out of the office, he figured he was just around the corner from the toilet. To his right was another hallway with the door on one side and on the other it took another right turn. To his left were a hazmat door. Dean took a deep breath, played eeny, meeny, miny, moe and lastly decided to go left. Besides the bio-hazard doors just screamed at him that that's were Sam probably was.

Dean went past the exit door and just peeked into the Mess Hall. He rounded another corner and opened the door to his right, huffing at the fact that it was just a closet. The other door. It had to be it. Slowly, Dean reached for the knob and opened it, holding his breath. The light from his flashlight roamed the room until it shone on the bed and on two figures sleeping soundly in it. At least Dean hoped they were sleeping.

Stepping into the room, he took in the scene and huffed a laugh "Grabbing the opportunity, huh, Sammy?" he teased, covering his fear and insecurity with humor. He reached and felt Sam's and Julia's pulse and breathed in relief. They were alive. Barely, but still alive. Taking a second to figure out what to do, he came to a decision. Considering they were both unconscious, Dean would have to carry them to the rift, one at the time. Getting to work, he pulled one blanket and wrapped it over Julia's form, careful not to look and carried her to the rift. He set her on the floor, making sure she was wrapped up nice an tight before going back to his brother. He couldn't just let her pass the rift and then go back for him, it would weaken the already collapsing portal. Dean hoped he would get Sam back in time so that they could all cross over. Together.

"Damn, Sammy. Even with all those salads and rabbit food you've been eating, you still weigh a ton." Dean said jokingly as he rounded a hand around his brother's ribs and lifted him up, making sure he was covered with another blanket as much as possible. Was it the motions or the sound of his brother's voice, but Sam sorta came to a bit, too tired, sleepy, weak and cold to properly come to.

"D'n?"

"Yeah, buddy, it's me. Who else would carry your sorry ass? Dude, you gotta help me out here... You're really heavy and we need to get to that lab..." Dean tried to get his brother to help him, to carry some of his own weight, but Sam seemed to want to go in the opposite direction. They staggered, almost falling down as Dean tried to keep them upright and moving forward.

"Ju... Juls..." Sam managed.

"Don't worry, I got your girlfriend too, she's waiting for us there... C'mon man. You don't want to keep such a sweet thing waiting, now do you?" Dean used humor again, it was his best line of defence in hard situations, but Sam seemed to be more cooperating now that he knew Dean already moved Julia. Not that he had any idea where they were going or how Dean got there, but it was Dean. He trusted Dean, he knew his brother would come for him.

Forcing himself to use his numb limbs, Sam helped Dean help him to wherever they needed to go. In his mind, he followed the layout of the path they were taking, mapping out that they went past the kitchen and the reinforced glass door and took a left turn. Squinting his eyes to try to see better in the dark, he spotted that the mystery doors were open and that inside was nothing but a very tight bathroom. But then he was falling, he felt his brother's grip loosen around him, and then he felt that smell of lavender and just knew Julia was there. But what really cut through him was when he heard his brother shout out his famous –

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled. He took too much time, too much time and the rift closed. What the hell was he going to do now? His hand shot up to run over his face as he looked at the empty bathroom. He turned to look at his brother's weakened form and saw Sam slowly reach and pull Julia closer. Dean sighed and deflated. He walked to them and sat beside them, reaching out to put his arms around Sam and ponder over what the hell he was doing anymore. Who was he kidding? Did he really think that he could just...

An explosion of light nearly blinded them, and while the tired Sam didn't really react much, unconscious Julia not at all, Dean sprung up to his feet in a heartbeat. The rift reappeared, stronger then ever, and a curious and wary face of Sarah carefully stepped through. Of course she did. Who else would come back for him, who else would...

"Dean!" She said with a wide smile, glad that her first spell casting worked. The blood still dripped from where she cut her hand, but it didn't matter. What mattered is that she did it. She found them, she found Dean, and together, they would bring Sam and Julia back.

Dean stared at her for a good few seconds. What did he do to deserve someone like her? What did he do to deserve someone that would literally go across the country just for a chance to help someone like him, all the while facing new and scary things? Not to mention the vampires... Like someone snapped their fingers in his face, Dean flinched and came back from his thoughts, immediately crossing the few steps to her and stopped just an inch away, slowing his movements. He looked into her eyes as if he was looking for disapproval, looking for rejection, but saw only anticipation. So he inched a bit closer, all the while gazing into her incredibly bright blue eyes and finally, set a kiss on her lips.

It was just as amazing as the first time back in the motel room, just as breathtaking and empowering at the same time, just like in his dream.

A few seconds she pulled back and he held his breath until she presented him with the warmest happiest smile he has ever seen, so warm and bright, it felt better then the first rays of sunshine after a long cold winter.

Speaking of...

"Let's get these two back home, huh? You get Sam, I got her." Sarah said and started to move around Dean to get to Julia, but then stopped, turned back to Dean and lifting herself up on her toes, she gave his lips another small peck, making him huff a smile in return.