I slowly woke up in a bit of a bliss. It was interrupted by a smell...the smell of breakfast food.

I got up and saw Sam at the small dining table. I've noticed a few bags that was enough to feed myself and Dean.

Sam also had pajamas on, probably put them on while I was asleep. Pity as I would've really enjoyed the view.

I wonder when Dean was coming back from...whatever he was doing to give Sam and me privacy. He probably hooked himself up with some girl at the bar, knowing him.

Sam looked over at me and smiled. "Morning," he said.

I smiled. "Morning. I didn't hear you get up earlier."

"You were passed out. You also looked so peaceful asleep," he said, "I didn't want to wake you."

Getting my suitcase out, I picked out a pair of pajama pants and shirt along with clean underwear. "Good, because if you would've woken me up, I would've kicked your ass."

"Got a little bit too much last night, huh?" he said jokingly, "Tired you out?"

I rolled my eyes as I walked over to Sam. "I swear, your brother has been rubbing off on you," I said before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

I began to unbox my breakfast and started eating. "So...where do you think Dean went?" I asked.

Sam shrugged. "Beats me. Probably while he was giving us our time, he went to find some girl," he said.

"Yeah, what I was thinking. Little shit also took all the credit cards so God knows what he's been using those on."

"Honestly surprised he didn't try to baracade the door in some way instead," he said chuckling.

Sam's phone suddenly started buzzing. He picked it up and showed me the caller ID. "Speak of the devil," he said.

He hit "ANSWER" and put the phone on speaker. "Dean, where are you?" Sam asked.

"So tell me, Sam. Did my matchmaking abilities work or no?" he said.

We both looked at each other and rolled our eyes. "Dean...not funny," I said.

"Oh wow! I guess it did work! Well...I really missed my true calling!"

"Har Har," Sam said, "Yes, your little plan worked. Now answer the first question. Where are you?"

"Picked up someone from a bar?" I said, "Or did you strike out again?"

"That's real amusing, Sarah," Dean said, "But while you two were getting down to business or doing whatever it is that I don't want pictured in my head, I've been looking around for some cases."

"Find anything?" Sam asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes. An old friend of dad's just got in touch with me. Says he needs help with something at his place of employment."

"Is this guy a hunter as well?" Sam asked

"Yes, he is," Dean said, "I'll explain more when I get back to the motel."

"Why can't you explain it now..." I asked

"I'm almost there anyways, a good five minutes," Dean interrupted, "Please, just do me a favor if you haven't already...if you two did some freaky shit last night, put some clothes on. I don't feature seeing the both of you naked."

Sam was about to say something but I held my finger up before he could talk.

"No, Dean. In fact, Sam's kissing up and down my neck right now. We're about to go for round two in a few."

Sam looked at me completely horrified while I did what I could to not burst out laughing.

"Oh for heavens...well make it a quickie!" Dean said, "I'm going to be there in five!"

I was going to mess with Dean a bit more but he hung up.

Buzz kill.

"What in the hell, Sarah?" Sam said, his face red with embarrassment.

I looked at him and bursted out laughing. "Oh come on, it was a little funny! Admit it! Also, serves him right for stealing the credit cards."

Sam just rolled his and hid his head in embarrassment, probably already regretting his choice to start this relationship.

"Well, thank God the both of you are actually dressed," Dean said as he entered the motel room.

"Yeah," I said, "Sorry for the disappointment. I know you were just dying to see what I looked like naked."

Sam just groaned and shook his head.

"Sarah, you know I love you," Dean said, "But if I had to choose between sleeping with a 64 year old woman who had wrinkles and you, I'd choose the old lady in a heartbeat."

I scoffed. "Well here's hoping she doesn't get a heart attack and die while you two get it on."

Dean signed. "Yep...thanks for that image, kid."

I gave him a sarcastic smile. "You know me, Dean."

Sam chuckled a bit before resuming his book. Dean then approached me, his mood shifting from humor to guilty.

What was the guilt for?

"Hey um...listen," he said, "About yesterday...some of the things I said..."

"No, don't worry," I interrupted, "I needed to hear it."

Dean gave me a sympathetic smile. "Still, I said some things that were completely out of line. So...I'm sorry."

I smiled back. "Thank you. I'm sorry as well. I...I don't like raising my voice like that and I did take my anger out on you."

"Yeah well...was tired of the high school act you two were playing," he said, "Plus...for once I just want Sam to be happy and well...you've made him happy a lot since you came back."

I gave him a strange look. "Alright, since when did Dean Winchester get all...mushy like?"

Dean looked at me sternly but also gave a shrug. "Cherish while you can, kid, because I won't be like this a lot."

I scoffed. "Whatever you say."

Dean just smirked and looked to Sam. "Alright, Sammy...wanna hear about this new case? Well, strap in..."

The Next Day

"I'll say it for the 500th time...this is THE WORST CASE you both had taken!" I said.

"Believe me, I'm telling myself the same thing," Sam said.

"Look...this dude has saved Dad's life more than once," Dean said, "And considering that he's not here anymore to take the heat, Sammy and I have to do it."

"But...going to jail, Dean?" I said, "How do you even know that they will take you to that particular place??"

"We're staying in that jurisdiction for a reason," he said, "Besides, you know us boys can take care of ourselves."

"I know you both can. It's just...the justice system isn't really...friendly. I'm afraid they'll screw you both over big time."

"We'll try to be as quick as possible," Dean said, "In the meantime do you remember what the plan is?"

"Wait a day, take a cab and go over to the museum and grab Baby. Check in at a motel nearby the prison after switching the license plates, wait a few days, then drive up to the prison where someone will let me in."

"Don't forget to bring spare clothes," Sam said, "We are going to need to get out of our prison suits in the off chance we get pulled over."

I nodded as Dean walked up to me with the spare keys for Baby. I went to grab them but he then held them out of my reach.

"If anything happens to Baby," he said, "I will not hesitate to kick your ass."

I rolled my eyes. "You don't stand a chance against me, Winchester," I said, "Remember, I have the upper hand and can calm you down so much you'll think you were high."

Dean just scoffed. "Cheater," he said, handing me the keys.

"Don't worry, Dean. I'll take care of Baby. I'll treat her like a newborn: extra careful and scared shitless that I will hurt her."

Dean rolled his eyes and the three of us headed out to the Impala. I circled over to Dean and stopped him before he could get in.

"Dean...just...please be careful," I said as I looked over to Sam, "Both of you. Like I said, the authorities are not going to play nice."

Dean nodded in understanding as I bought him in for an embrace. I then turned to Sam who asked Dean to give us a few.

Dean got into the car and Sam walked over to me. He took his index finger and lifted my chin so I was facing him.

"You sure you're going to be okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

I just shrugged and shook my head. "I don't know, Sam. It's just...you both are tempting fate a lot in this."

"I know," he said, "Believe me, I'm not exactly jumping up and down excited about this case. We'll do everything we can to make it quick, then we can get the hell out and move on to the next case."

I nodded. "Please just be careful and keep your head low. Try not to draw too much attention not just with the corrections officers, but other prisoners as well."

"Well that I can do," Sam said, "Dean...not sure about."

We both chuckled and Sam put his hand on my cheek, stroking it to comfort me. He kissed me goodbye and I kissed him back. We then held each other in a tight embrace, his chin resting on my head as he rubbed my back.

Sam then got out of the embrace and headed to the passenger side of the car. I stepped out of the way for Dean to start driving and both boys waved at me. I waved back and watched them pull out of the parking lot of the motel before disappearing from my sight.

I really hope this plan works.

The next day, I woke up as earlier as possible and called a cab. The coordinates were between the museum Sam and Dean "robbed" at and a truck stop, so the car would be somewhere in the middle of both. I figured that getting the cab driver to take me to the truck stop will keep the police and FBI off my tail. It would be more suspicious if a woman went up to the museum that was just "robbed" all alone than it would be for me arriving at a truck stop completely unrelated to the museum.

Taking the bags, I put them in the trunk of the cab and got in. Now, cab drivers can go one or two ways: they can either keep their mouth shut and mind their own business or get nosy and ask questions.

Unfortunately, I got the second one, but I was prepared for it. My story tonight was that I was meeting up with a family member for a cross country road trip and they were a trucker.

Thankfully, the driver bought it, but it caused even more questions to come up; what truck company it was, where we planned on making stops, which family member it was, blah blah blah.

I tried multiple times to get the driver to stop talking to me and I tried to do it as politely as possible, but for some reason, "Sorry I'm too tired right now to talk," wasn't enough of a hint.

"Sir, I'm asking you to please stop," I said, "I'm exhausted and not in the mood for any small talk. I'm sorry, you seem like a nice man but...I really just don't feel like talking to a complete stranger tonight."

The driver huffed but the rest of the cab ride was filled with an awkward silence. His impatience was manifesting on to me, so I tried to counter it and calm his mind down. It worked, and the awkward silence turned into a more comforting silence.

We finally reached our destination. There weren't a lot of truckers so sneaking past them to get to Baby wouldn't be too hard. Once I gathered up the bags, I made sure the cab was out of sight. The coast was clear, so I made my way to the coordinates where Baby was kept. She was a little hidden in the bushes but not completely out of sight.

I grabbed one of the bags and took out the replacement license plates along with a screwdriver. Hopefully this will be enough to throw off any authorities looking for us.

I reached the motel that was close to the prison. Normally I would question a motel being in close proximity of a maximum security prison, but...I've stayed in stranger places.

I left Sam and Dean's bags in the car as there wasn't really a need for them at the moment. Once I got inside, I pulled out the letter that I found in the car's passenger seat that Sam wrote to me. I didn't know what was in there but it seemed important.

I opened it up and began to read:

Sarah,

If you are reading this right now, you're at the motel waiting for me and Dean to be released. There's a couple things I wanted to tell you...first of all, last night was one of the best nights of my life. I don't think I got to mention that so I'm mentioning it now. I just wanted you to know that...in case something were to happen, which I doubt will but you never know.

Secondly, I've been thinking about what you and I talked about the night you came back from Europe...where we spoke about the possibility of your people being connected to others who were visited by the demon. I talked to Taron and read a few books, and I found that we are not connected in that way. Instead, you and your community come from a VERY long line of mediums. Basically, there was an incident thousands of years ago where Death was struggling to help some souls go into the afterlife. Death then spoke to the higher ups, asking for the creation of humans that may be able to help these lost souls accept their fate. They agreed, and thus your people were born.

I didn't find anything that explained the abilities each medium and psychic has and why they are different, but Taron hypothesized that it may be an evolution thing, which I'm not too sure is correct or not but...anything is possible in this world.

Something I thought you would want to know. I didn't mention this earlier as I wanted to gather as much information as possible.

Anyways, I'm about to do the dumbest idea ever. I love you, Sarah. I'll see you when we get out.

Love always,

Sam

I can't believe after all the craziness we've been through these past few days, he went through the trouble of looking at my family's past. I forgot all about it since coming here and the fact that Sam did the work for me...it was so sweet.

I held the letter close to me as I replayed the events that happened the night before. The way he made me feel, both physically and mentally...I've never had that before.

Sure I had my flings but this time, it felt different. I was finally connected with someone, somethinf I craved so much with my past lovers but never got it. He also made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, the way he touched me, kissed me, made me feel good...how did I get so lucky?

I folded the letter and put it in my pocket, but my high was soon interrupted by a knock on the door.

That's odd.

I wasn't expecting anyone for a few days. Could it be Bobby with some new information? No, Bobby would've called ahead of time if that was the case. Plus, this presence...it was dark. I felt the rage and anger manifesting along with a darkness.

It was a demon.

I pulled out my holy water and got the shotgun ready, approaching the door with caution, peeping through the peephole.

It was the cab driver.

How was that possible?? I would've sensed something when getting into the cab. How did it manage to sneak past me?

I then rememebered that I tuned myself out for a bit...letting my guard down and not being aware of who or what was around me.

I opened the door slowly, only having a crack opened.

"May I help you?" I asked.

"Yes, I believe you left something in the car, miss," it said.

"What is it?"

"One of your cards...must have fallen out of one of your bags."

"Funny...I keep them in my wallet," I said.

"Well, I think it still may be yours because you were my last customer."

This demon wasn't going to give up, was it?

Well, two can play that game, asshole.

I slammed the door and quickly picked up the shotgun with salt in it. Just as I suspected, the motel door was kicked down. I pointed the gun at the demon who just looked at me and smirked.

"You know...real bullets can't do damage to me," it said tauntingly, "Would've thought the Winchester boys taught you that, but it seems like they left little you to fend for yourself."

I rolled my eyes and pulled the trigger, aiming for the arm. The demon yelped in pain and staggered backwards.

"You demons really like to underestimate us mediums, don't you?" I said, "Will you ever learn?"

"You bitch...well, no matter," it said, "I can still kill you right here right now."

"Actually, no, you can't," I said smirking, "Look above you."

The demon gave me the deer in the headlights look and looked above him. It was trapped with the anti-possession mark that I painted on the ceiling.

"I also added one under the carpet just in case. Now...you were saying about how I can't fend for myself?"

The demon looked back at me. It suddenly scoffed and smirked at me. "Well, I guess I was wrong about this," it said, "Looks like Sarah Walker is back in the game after all."

"What are you doing here? What do you want?" I demanded.

It raised its hands up in surrender. "Hey, feisty pants. Relax. I was just here to make a little house call and see if it was true..."

"What was true..." I asked.

"If THE Sarah Walker...descendant of Elizabeth and Malcom Walker, was really back in the game. We all thought you ran away after that little...accident with your parents. By the way, my condolences, but to be fair, your mother put up one hell of a fight."

"You bastard," I hissed, aiming the gun near his legs.

"Ah ah," it said, "I'll be out of your hair soon, little girl..."

I didn't care and wounded up shooting the salt on its right leg anyways. The demon screamed in surprise.

"AHH!!! YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

"Unlike some people, I'm not going to hesitate to shoot when you demons piss me off. Now, if you want to continue your little psychological mind games, go ahead. I have plenty of salt that I will not hesitate to use on your bitch ass."

"Yeah well," it grunted in pain, "You are going to want hear this about your new little boy toy of yours...you know, we all were surprised when you decided to go running into Sam's arms and jump in bed with him...the timing is just...perfect."

"What are you talking about?" I snapped.

"Oh...you don't know," it said smirking, "Well...that little present he was given when he was a baby...it was a little recruitment. I mean, if hell is going to rise up somehow, we need our little army, and your precious Sam...he is what we needed."

I kept myself quiet and just let it talk. I knew what I was going to do but I wanted to hear it speak.

"All those people your boys ran into? They're choosen...to be a part of Lucifer's army. Hell's army to be exact. One of them, however, is choosen to be the leader, and might I say, Lucifer does have his eyes on your boyfriend."

"And how do I know that you're not lying to me?" I said.

It chuckled. "What else do you have to loose?" it said, "I mean, yeah we love to lie, but why would we lie about something like this?"

I scoffed. "You really take me for an idiot?There may be some truth to what you're saying, I'll admit that. With your track record, though, both lies and the truth get blended."

"Ah, but chaos and helping our dear father...we'll do anything to achieve our father's wishes. I mean have you been to hell? Nasty place. Can't blame us for wanting to escape."

I rolled my eyes. This demon really did like to talk, did he?

"Well, thank you for the message," I said, putting down my gun and reaching my back pocket where I kept a bottle of holy water, "Please...send Lucifer my regards."

"Wha-"

I quickly sprayed it with holy water, a hot sizzling sound errupting from its skin. It screamed out in pain and I wasted no time.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,

omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

The demon fell to the ground to its knees and began to shake violently.

"Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare... Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis... "

"We'll be back for your boyfriend," it said, "After all, he is destined to become one of us, Sarah."

I threw more holy water its way to shut it up.

"Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt... Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!!"

A cloud of black smoke bursted out of the mouth and went into the floor, getting dragged back to hell where it belonged.

The body was about to collapse head first on the floor but I quickly stopped it. Doing my best to keep the man steady, I turned his body around so he was lying on his back. I checked his neck for a pulse.

He was still alive, thank God.

The man got up, gasping for air and looking frightened. He looked around in a frenzy before looking to me. "Who...who in the hell are you?? Where am I!" he said.

"Sir, it's okay," I said, "You were driving me to this motel but a group of robbers were waiting to break into the room. They knocked you unconscious and dragged me in."

He looked around again, this time with confusion. "W-where are they?"

"I chased them away. I'm...a hunter in my spare time. I heard this area had some animals to hunt so...thankfully I bought my stuff with me."

He still looked really confused but decided to just accept my story. He nodded slowly and got up.

"Oh and also...may I suggest going to a nearby church and getting a blessing of some kind?"

"W-why? I'm not really religious," he said.

"Just...trust me on this," I said, "You'll thank me in the future."

The man nodded and walked out of the hotel room, still looking rather confused. Once he drove off, I called up the motel front desk, asking for either a room change or for the door to be fixed.

Last thing I need is for some real robbers to break in and steal all of our stuff.

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