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"Just one more second!" Sara grumbled.
"Running out of time." Dean warned her.
"I've almost got it!" she replied as she twisted the pick in the lock, trying to get it to catch and unlock the door. But just before she had it in position the timer began to sound. Dean tapped it with his thumb to shut it off while Sara threw her hands up in frustration.
"Why does this have to be done in less than 30 seconds?!"
"Because when you're lock picking you have to focus. When you're focused on that you're not focused on what could be behind you, you should limit that amount of time to as small of a window as possible."
"Maybe you two should just do the lock picking then." Sara sighed standing.
"And if we're not there?"
"Dean. You and Sam are always there."
"True. But, what if we weren't. And every door around you was locked?"
"Fine… I'll try again." She surrendered hesitantly.
"Atta' girl." Dean smiled as she kneeled in front of the door and he reset the timer.
Sara tried and struggled the next few times, but finally she figured out how to get the pick in just the right position quickly and flip the lock until she had it in under 15 seconds.
"YES!" She squealed as the door clicked and she shoved it open, turning to Dean for her time.
"13 seconds. Not bad… for working on the same door for the last hour." He winked. She pushed him on the arm slightly.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I still got it in time. So what's next."
"The blindfold."
"Dean! You've got to be kidding me!"
"I am." He chuckled. "Why don't we just take the rest of the day off."
"Sounds good." Sara sighed as they walked back towards the impala. "What time is Sam supposed to be back this afternoon?"
"Around 4 probably. He said he'd drive straight through the night."
"Poor thing. Its dangerous driving on no sleep."
"Pshhh. Please. Its our way of life."
"Well I require some beauty sleep, unlike you two crazy people."
"Hey, I require a little rest to look this amazing every day." Dean joked.
"Haha, oh that's the secret to the Dean Winchester charm huh?" Sara said with bright eyes and a smile.
"Don't mock the charm sweetheart, many a women have fallen prey to the Winchester charm." He winked.
She pulled her gaze to her feet and giggled. But she knew deep down that there was nothing but truth to that statement, that if she wasn't careful she too could fall prey to that charm. Not that a man like Dean Winchester would be into someone like her, at least not in her opinion.
"Soo…" Dean sighed. "It's been a week or so now, and Sam and I were talking last night about maybe trying another hunt again if you're interested."
"What kind of case?"
"Salt and burn. Angry spirit is giving some hotel employees a lot of trouble."
"Trouble? As in?"
"As in it shoved someone out a window, throws things across the room, smashes glass, and a guest reported that they woke up while 'an invisible man' tried to smother them."
"Yikes, why so angry?"
"Don't know. That's what they need us to figure out. So what do ya say?"
"Umm." Sara sighed with hesitation. "Do you think I'm ready to go back out there?"
"Well. You did well on your first case with the ghost. So we thought maybe we'd try another one of those before we faced down any monsters. I think you'll be fine, but only if you want to go."
"I want to help."
"Sara, you know you help us. Just being there helps us."
"Just standing in your way waiting to almost get one of you killed isn't helping. It's causing another set of problems Dean. And you know it."
Dean sighed as he stared ahead at the road.
"Sara, Sam and I have done this our entire lives. It takes time to get used to the job. You're doing great minus the one set back which really wasn't even your fault. Just. Trust us, and we'll get you through it."
Sara looked up from her feet and turned to Dean, waiting for him to look back at her. He finally did and she gave him a small smile.
"I do trust you, Dean."
He nodded with a small smile in return, glad that she could say the words with sincerity. And then he drove them back to the bunker.
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Sara had showered and changed, and had found a good book to bury herself in. Now all she needed was something to snack on, a little salty and sweet. She landed on a bag of potato chips and a bowl of ice cream. She gathered her things and moved to the nook in the library closest to the fire place. There she put down her blanket and pillows and made herself a hole to slide down into. Everything she needed was in arm's reach. She was about 6 pages into her chapter when boots came around the corner. She didn't hear them, too entranced by the story she was reading.
Dean stopped and leaned against the wall with a playful smile pulling at his lips. She was so small the way she had tucked herself into the corner, her hand constantly reaching into the chip bag and then dipping into the bowl of ice cream. He could stand there all day and watch her, but watching would turn into wanting to be closer, and being closer to her would bring him an entirely separate set of desires. He looked away and stopped himself from going where he knew he shouldn't. Then he turned and walked back to tables, drinking a beer and researching their next case. He wanted to be sure there would be no surprises in store that would upset Sara, he wanted to be prepared.
The bunker door swung open and Dean looked up to find Sam coming down the stairs. The door shutting behind him stirred Sara from her book.
"Hey man." Sam said coming down the stairs, bag in one hand and cradling his arm with the other.
"Hey. What happened to you?" Dean asked.
"Oh. Its fine. A few stitches and it'll be good as new."
"You let one little vamp get the jump on you? I thought I taught you better than that." Dean teased.
"Yeah. Well. It turned out to be two vamps. And I didn't discover that information until the three of us were brawling in an alley. Cut myself of some glass sticking out of the trash."
"Gross." Dean said crinkling his nose.
"Yeah." Sam sighed.
Just then Sara came around the corner with a smile on her face, but it quickly fell when she realized he was injured.
"Sam! What happened?" She asked as she rushed over to him.
"I'm fine." He chuckled. "Just cut it on some glass. Mind stitching me up?"
"Yeah, of course. How deep is it?" She asked pulling his jacket off his shoulder. He dropped his bag so that he could shed the jacket completely. Once he slid out of it and rolled up his sleeve he exposed the large dirty cut covered in a mix of dry and fresh blood.
"Sam, this thing looks angry." Sara grimaced. "Does it hurt bad?"
"Nah. I've had worse." He winked at her.
"Okay tough guy. Let's get this cleaned up." She said as she slid under his good arm and hugged him briefly. He swung his arm over her shoulders and followed as she led him into the bathroom. Sam leaned against the counter as he extended his arm over the sink.
Sara washed the wound clean and inspected it for any broken glass. Then she picked up a bottle of antiseptic and cringed as Sam hissed through the pain.
"Sorry." She mumbled.
"It's okay." He smiled, but his face was still slightly contorted.
She began to stitch the wound and Sam watched at how delicately she pulled against his skin. How clean and smooth her hands moved as she tied each stitch off. Her movements were swift and confident, and she was 100% focused on what was directly in front of her.
"Sara, can I ask you something."
"Sure?"
"Have you ever tried healing small stuff like this?"
"Um.. no." She answered with hesitation. "But I never actually tried to heal anything. It just happened on its own in life and death situations."
"Maybe… we should test it out."
"Where would we even start? I don't know how to trigger it, or how it works?"
"I don't know if I'm being honest." Sam admitted.
"Are my sutures so bad that you want to be my magical healing guinea pig?" She asked with a playful smiled.
"No." He laughed out loud. "They're probably the cleanest looking stiches I've ever had. But if the opportunity arises, maybe we should take advantage of using it as practice."
"Okay. What do I do."
Sam chewed his lip for a moment as he thought.
"Come on." He said as she finished wrapping his arm. "Lets go find Dean."
Sam and Sara reentered the library with Dean.
"Get ya all fixed up?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, it's great…but I want to try something." Sam said as he stopped suddenly and looked up. "Cas? You got your ears on?"
"My ears do not detach from my body on a regular basis, Sam." A voice called from behind him. Sara snorted to hold back laughter at the seriousness in Cas's tone.
"Yeah. We get that Cas. It's just an expression." Dean explained.
"Never the less, what can I do for you?" Cas asked.
"Well." Sara mumbled. "We were kinda curious about how my grace thingy works. Like how to I use it? And can I use it on little things too? Or just deadly things?"
"You should be able to use your grace at your disposal, the injury should not matter."
"So… how do I use it?"
"How did you use it before?"
"I. I don't know… I just. Wanted them to live."
"I would encourage you to practice placing your focus on the wound, and it should come naturally to you."
"Thanks Cas." Sara sighed sheepishly.
"You are very welcome, Sara. Please call on me at any time if you need me, but for now I must return to heaven, we are working out some very serious issues."
"Anything we need to know about?" Dean asked.
"No. Nothing that will affect earth. More of a… political issue of sorts?"
"Doesn't God just handle all that?" Sara asked with genuine confidence. Cas sighed as he disappeared, Sam tried to stifle his laugh, and Dean pinched the bride of his nose. "What? Did I offend him?"
"No." Dean laughed.
"Okay. So let's practice." Sam said unwrapping his wound.
"I don't know Sam… what if I make it worse? Or hurt you?"
"Did you ever hurt anyone else?" Dean asked.
"Well… no." She admitted as she crossed her arms.
"Then don't worry. You'll figure it out." Dean told her confidently.
"So we hope." She sighed. She sat down at the table next to Dean and across from Sam. She stared at the wound in front of her, focused.
Nothing.
"I feel stupid." She admitted as she tossed her hands in the air.
"Try grabbing my arm. Maybe you have to be touching them for it to work?" Sam suggested.
She reached out and placed both hands on Sam's arm on either side of the large cut. She stared at the cut, and both boys stared at her. She could feel their eyes on her and it made her more nervous.
"Please stop looking at me." She said shortly looking at Dean before going back to looking down at Sam's arm. Dean turned his glance down to his brother's arm instead, but still looked up every few seconds to the frustrated concentration on Sara's face.
"Nothing's happening." She mumbled.
"It's okay… just. Close your eyes and try to imagine the cut healing." Sam said in a calm tone. Sara closed her eyes and her anatomy knowledge fled her brain, how tissues regrow and how blood clots, how the skin closes and scars are formed.
Unknown to her, the large red area around Sam's freshly stitched cut began to diminish before his and Dean's eyes. Neither said a thing, afraid to break Sara's concentration. But they exchanged excited looks. The edges of the cut became smoother, less jagged, and even though it wasn't gone, it had done a week's worth of healing in seconds by the time Sara opened her eyes.
"Holy shit." She whispered, staring at Sam's arm.
"Sara, that was great." Sam encouraged her. But the shock on her face didn't fade, her eyes didn't blink, her chest not rising and falling in the motion of breathing. "Sara?" Sam asked concerned. Dean suddenly looked up to her face and could see the slight hint of panic.
"Sara? You breathing?" Dean asked gently as he placed his hand on her back, when his hand made contact she jumped slightly and took a deep breath. She looked at him, and without a word looked back down at Sam's arm.
She was… so confused. So amazed. So freaked out if she was being completely honest. She had finally given into the idea that she had this ability, but to actually intentionally use it for the first time? It wasn't what she expected. Why wasn't it healed completely? Did she do something wrong? Was Sam okay? She glanced up to his face, to see the hint of a smile on his lips, but his eyes showed concern when they met hers.
"Sara. You should probably say something. You're kinda freaking us out." He admitted.
"Me too." Was all she could respond. Then she shook her head and got up from the table, leaving the room without a word. Sam and Dean watched her in confused silence, then exchanged a questioning look.
"Should one of us…" Dean began to suggest.
"Um. I don't know." Sam answered.
Sara was far around the corner and down the hall. Going into her room and sitting on her bed cross legged, her back against the headboard. Her pillow in her lap as her fingers busied themselves on the edges, her eyes were fixed on the picture in front of her, and her head was filled with a dull throb. One that usually signaled the beginning of a full on migraine.
Knocking on the door startled her.
She stood and walked to the door. She found both brothers standing on the other side concerned. She looked between them and back down at Sam's arm.
"So… when do we leave for the hunt?" She asked. Not ready to tackle the conversation she knew they wanted to have.
She felt like a freak. She felt like she didn't know who she was at the moment. How could SHE have done something like that? Right before her eyes? Where is the science, where is all the knowledge she based her career on. She wanted to do it again… she never wanted to do it again. She was so torn between this new found skill, and the realization that there was no turning back from this point forward.
"Um. In the morning I guess." Dean answered. "Are you okay to go? I mean you look a little shook."
"Oh no. I'm-I guess I'm just adjusting. Accepting, that I'm uh… different."
"Being different isn't always a bad thing, I promise." Sam smiled at her.
"Yeah, we'll see." She smiled back. "So when do we leave?"
"First thing in the morning, we were fixing to grab some dinner." Dean told her. Watching her carefully.
"I'm uh. Not really hungry. I think I'm going to crash a little early. Get packed to leave. You boys have fun."
"Are you sure? We could stay."
"No, no don't stay cause of me… I just. Have a headache."
"Maybe some food would help?" Sam suggested.
Sara realized this was their way of saying 'we're not leaving you alone to dwell' and dropped her shoulders a bit.
"Give me five minutes. I'll meet you in the car." She said before closing the door.
Dean still felt like there was more to discuss but he was just happy that she was willing to come and eat with them for now. He hated that every new discovery she made about herself seemed to be something hard to swallow. He hated the look on her face. The same look Sam had years ago when he first started having visions, the look that says 'I'm scared… of myself'.
Sam felt especially inclined to make her feel comfortable with herself despite her ability, her grace. He remembered all too well the way it felt to question everything you've ever known. He didn't want Sara to face that alone, so he decided he wouldn't let her. Even if he seemed intrusive, he was going to help her through this.
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"Does it hurt more?" Sara asked as they sat in the booth at the diner, worried that she hadn't once asked Sam how he was.
"No. It feels a lot better actually. I barely even notice it's there."
"Are you sure? Did it hurt when I did it?"
"No, Sara I promise you didn't hurt me at all."
"Right." She nodded. "Good."
"Hungry?" Dean asked her casually.
"Um, not starved. Maybe just a bowl of soup."
He watched as her shaky hands grabbed the menu and flicked through it un-focused. He reached over and grabbed her wrist. She looked up to him and in one look he could see how truly freaked out she was. How much this scared her.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded so gently that she almost missed it all together. She knew this was his way of telling her to relax, to trust them. She let out a deep breath and leaned back against the booth. Resigned to the fact that she'd probably never have a thought to herself with these two constantly watching her. Studying her.
Dean released her wrist and went back to looking at his menu, he stayed as still as possible and tried not to acknowledge the way she leaned closer to him, seeking comfort. He knew slinging his arm behind her too quickly would give away that he was watching her. Instead he waited till after the waiter came around to place their order, then casually swung his arm over the bench, watching again as Sara subconsciously moved closer to him.
"So get this, this hotel has been around for years, tons of paranormal reports. Apparently they even advertise it to attract guests, but since things have gotten more violent over the last six months they've withdrawn a lot of their advertising, worried about liability issues." Sam said as he researched the place on his phone.
"So do we have a list of potential suspects? I mean who died there recently?"
"In the building, no one except our vic. But some of the founders of the town recently passed, I'm sure someone was involved with the hotel since it was such a local attraction."
"A real live haunted hotel… do you think this stuff is where they get the ideas for the movies?"
"Who knows, sweetheart." Dean chuckled. "If so, I don't want to know the real story behind Children of the Corn."
"Ugh." Sara shivered. "Scary movies give me the heebie jeebies."
"Heebie Jeebies?" Sam snorted.
"Don't laugh sasquatch!" Sara said throwing a sugar packet at his face.
"I can't remember the last time someone under the age of 80 said those words."
Sara maturely stuck her tongue out at Sam and then quickly withdrew it as their food made its way to the table.
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Sara sat in the back of the impala, rubbing her temples. Her head still aching with the dull throb that started yesterday, Dean and Sam had noticed she had been more quite than usual. She was still friendly and open, just. Something seemed off. The drive to the hotel was only going to be about six hours or so, and they were already a couple of hours in.
"I gotta pee." Dean admitted pulling off the highway and into the gas station. Sara and Sam followed him the in the doors and Sara winced as the fluorescent lights hit her eyes, She pulled her sunglasses back down to cover her eyes as she browsed the isles.
"You okay?" Sam asked noticing.
"Yeah. Just. Got a headache."
"Have you eaten today?"
"I munched on breakfast, I'm just not hungry. I think I'm going to try and sleep it off when we get back in the car." She admitted, leaning her head against his shoulder a bit. He instantly wrapped an arm around her protectively. Feeling a bit concerned as to why she didn't feel well.
Sam on the other hand felt great, when he woke up this morning he unwrapped his bandage and the stitches literally fell off his arm, the cut was now just a dark colored scar that still seemed to be fading over the hours.
Dean finished his business in the bathroom and walked back out to find just Sam standing in line at the register, a handful of drinks, snacks, and some Benadryl.
"Hey. You got allergy issues?"
"Oh, no. Its for Sara. She said she had a headache and wanted to sleep it off, figure this would help her out."
"Oh, where is she?"
"Laying down in the backseat."
Dean instantly turned his attention out the window, he was unable to see Sara's figure in the back of the car, and just felt the pull to check on her.
"I'll meet you in the car."
"Mm-hmm." Sam said with the hint of a smile.
"Dude? What?" Dean asked defensively.
"Nothing. I'll be out in a few." Sam shrugged. Dean gave him an unamused roll of the eyes and then exited the gas station, when he reached Baby he looked in the back to make sure Sara was still there, and she was, lying in the backseat. He moved to sit behind the wheel and tried to close the door as quietly as possible, but not quietly enough.
"Sorry." He mumbled as he watched her flinch at the sound.
"It's okay." She mumbled back.
"You alright back there? Sam said you weren't feeling too hot." He asked as he turned to lean over the seat and face her.
"I'm fine." She half smiled. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off before we get there."
The way her hair laid over half of her face, the way her blue eyes contrasted against her slightly paler than usual skin, and just the way her lips turned up slightly when she spoke… they all intrigued Dean. He wanted to badly to reach back and brush her hair away from her face, to stroke her cheek. But he resisted.
"Hey, this isn't nerves about the case right?" He asked just to make sure.
"No." Sara answered confidently. "You got my back on this, why would I be nervous?"
"Damn right I do, sweetheart" He winked as Sam opened the door.
"Hey, try taking a couple of these, should knock you out the rest of the way." Sam said handing her the Benadryl and a water bottle.
"Thanks Sam." She said accepting them and taking two small pills. She laid back down and Dean began to pull away, he was sure to keep the music down to a very low volume so that she could rest peacefully, and if Sam spoke at a volume he deemed too loud he was quick to scold him. Had Sam not found it hilarious that his brother was so concerned for Sara he would have been annoyed, but instead he chose not to make a big deal out of Dean's actions. He enjoyed seeing his brother so invested in someone, he just hoped it ended better than any other woman he ever invested himself in.
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"Welcome to Wild Creek Manor!" The hostess cheered as the boys and Sara walked into the lobby. "How many rooms will you be needing today?"
"Just one." Sara smiled.
"And the length of stay?"
"We'd like to leave the tab open on that." Sam offered when Sara paused a moment too long.
"Well we accept Visa or Mastercard." The hostess smiled.
"Here ya go." Sam said sliding her a card to put on file.
"Wonderful Mr. Palmer, shall I have your bags taken up to your room?" She asked handing Sam 3 keys.
"Oh, no that's fine. We can get them." Dean insisted as a butler moved towards them. He quickly picked up his and Sara's bag and bee lined down the hall towards the guest rooms.
"What room are we Sam?" Sara asked.
"Uh, suite 8."
"Suite?" Dean asked with his eyebrow raised.
"That's what the key ring says."
"Well." Dean sighed stopping in front of the door. "Let's check this baby out."
He turned the key and pushed open the double doors, when the room opened they were instantly drawn to the tacky floral wallpaper that covered the room, and the clawfoot sofa in the center of the room. There were bookshelves filled with old novels, and to Dean's dismay no TV. To the left was a large king bed, and to the right a bathroom. Behind the couch was the minibar and sink, not stocked or appealing in anyway.
"Wow… how much are we paying for this place? It looks like a grandma's sanctuary in here." Dean said wrinkling his nose.
"It's an old hotel Dean, they like to keep things in its original state as much as possible." Sam explained.
"Doesn't mean they couldn't at least spring for a flat screen." He mumbled to himself, Sara shook her head in amusement as she walked past him.
"So, do you two want the bed? I would probably be the best one to fit on the couch. It's kinda short."
"NO!" Both boys said in unison. Neither wanted to share the bed with another man, brother or not.
"O-kay. Well then you two have fun figuring out who gets the bed, and who gets stuck on grandma's first piece of furniture." She said with her hands raised slightly. She moved towards the bed and set her bag on the floor on the side closest to the window. She looked out and noticed it overlooked a small courtyard. There weren't many flowers in bloom, but there was lots of greenery to fill the space. Her eyes squinted as the sun peeked from behind some clouds and she shrank away from the light, rubbing the back of her neck with her hand.
"You feeling any better?" Sam asked.
"Uh, not really." She admitted. She felt worse actually. This headache had been building since it began, and now it was clear it was going to turn into a full on migraine. Sara was disappointed. She hoped that since the injury she healed had been so small she could avoid the migraine this time, but apparently not.
"Do you want to lay down for a while, Dean and I can scope the place out?"
"No, no I already slept in the car. Maybe a cup of coffee will kick this thing." She quickly lied.
"Yeah, sure. I think I saw a machine in the lobby. You down for a little scoping?"
"Always." She smiled.
"Let's go."
Sam and Sara walked down one hall while Dean went down the other. Sara bee lined for the coffee maker and ended up having to make a fresh pot, but she was thankful the brand didn't appear to be as cheap as it was in their regular motel stops. She waited patiently while the hot dark liquid warmed her hands, then her body.
They walked the halls, taking in the beautiful antiques that adorned the old building. So much history, and so many things a spirit could be attached to. It amused her that she was beginning to think the same way the brothers did. Automatically making everything about the case.
"I sure hope this thing isn't attached to some antique vase or we could be here all week trying to destroy the right one." She sighed.
"You're telling me." Sam chuckled.
The more they walked the more Sara felt drained, she knew her migraine would be taking full swing in a short amount of time, but she would give her right foot to stop that from happening. Here she was… burdening them. Standing in the way. Slowing them down. She dreaded that.
"Sam, if you don't mind I think I'm gonna turn back. I need to lay down for a while."
His body language changed instantly and he reached out to touch her arm.
"Yeah, of course. I'll walk you back."
"No, you should finish up. I have a key. I'll be fine. I promise."
"Sara. Dean would strangle me if I left you alone for even a second in a haunted hotel. I'll walk you and then finish up." He insisted.
Sara caved and turned to walk back to the room. Her vision blurred on the edge, and the vertigo began to set in. She was however determined to walk straight as she made her way down the halls. So she sucked in a deep breath and squinted her eyes, waiting for sight of double doors to appear to her right.
Just before they reached the room she stumbled, steadying herself against Sam.
"Whoa. Sara?"
"I. I'm good." She slurred. "Just, need to lay down."
Sam put an arm around her and quickly pushed her towards the suite, once inside he helped her onto the bed. She cringed as she faced the window and instantly turned to bury her face in the pillows, laying on top of her head.
"Sara, what's wrong? You gotta talk to me here."
"S'migraine." She mumbled into the pillow.
"This is a migraine?"
"Mmhm."
"Do you get these often? Are they usually this bad?"
"They used to happen after we saved someone… I guess they happen after I use my grace thingy." She confessed with a disappointed sigh.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked slightly annoyed that she allowed him to push her into using them when she knew they would make her so sick, but mostly he was just concerned with the intensity of the migraine.
"I wanted to help." She whimpered. "I'm sorry."
Sam sighed.
"What do you need?"
"I just need to sleep it off in a dark room… I've tried every medication they make. I tried caffeine, I tried meditating, yoga, massages… nothing helps. I just have to sleep it off."
"Well you're officially done for the night then. I'm gonna go find Dean. I'll turn off the lights and see if we can't get something a little thicker to hang in the window. That curtain doesn't cover up much."
"Thank you Sam."
"Sure." He smiled. He tucked her in before exiting the room.
Sara tried to doze in and out, just when she was almost asleep she heard the door open, she assumed the boys were back. But found it a little odd she didn't hear the door shut. As the bed dipped down beside her she readjusted, keeping the pillow over her head. She reached out to touch whichever brother had won the battle of the bed and seek their warmth.
But she came up empty handed.
She went to move the pillow off her head, but met resistance. Panic set in as she attempted to push the pillow off of her face, but the harder she pushed, the more it suffocated her. She screamed, but it was only silenced by the weight.
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"Hey, there you are." Sam said coming around the corner and finding Dean.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Sara's sick… apparently she gets horrible migraines after healing someone."
"What?! And she thought that wasn't an important thing to tell us?"
"I guess not. But she's down for the count. She could barely walk back to the room."
"Okay. So what now?"
"She said if she sleeps it off she'll be fine. We just gotta wait it out. I figured we could wait till later tonight, then one of us do some more exploring in the midnight hours." Sam shrugged.
"Yeah. Sounds good. Spirit is probably more likely to come out at night anyways." Dean agreed. "Wanna order some food?"
"Yeah. Sounds good."
"What about her?"
"I don't know if she'll eat Dean. She's got her face buried in a pillow right now trying to avoid any kind of light source."
"Well. We should check on her anyways then."
"Okay." Sam said suppressing his smile as Dean quickly moved back towards their room. When they came down the hall they noticed the doors open.
"Um. Dean… I locked that door."
