Author's Note: Soooo… HOUSCON WAS AMAZING! Meeting everyone in person has given me new motivation and a new way to see them, I am so excited to get back to writing! I cannot wait to explore this story more and I hope you guys are enjoying it too! Please READ and REVIEW! I LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU GUYS! Love you all!
"Um. Dean… I locked that door." Sam said confused at the sight of it wide open. He and Dean shared a very brief moment of realization as they rushed into the room, guns out. Sam flipped on the light switch and Dean's eyes instantly went to the bed where Sara's limbs were flailing as a ghost hovered over her, pillow against her face.
"HEY!" He shouted as he lifted the gun, with that the ghost disappeared into the ceiling, the boys rushed to Sara who shoved the pillow off of her face and began gasping air.
"Sara, you okay?" Dean asked as he placed his hands on her face. She nodded between coughs, the light and the force of the coughs causing sharp pains in her head.
"What the hell man, she wasn't alone for more than five minutes." Sam said confused, locking the door and laying down a salt line.
"I don't know, but I want every inch of this room salted." Dean shot back.
"Dean." Sara coughed. "Who- who was it."
"I don't know… some lady. Old dress."
"She's a bitch." Sara coughed, wincing at the pain in her head.
"You sure you're okay?"
"M'head hurts." She mumbled pushing her face into her hands as the coughing slowed.
"Yeah, so I heard. Why didn't you tell us about the migraines? We never would have pushed you to try if we knew it was going to hurt you."
"I thought since it was just a cut, that it wouldn't be like this. I'm sorry."
"It's okay… do you want to eat? Sleep? What do you need?"
"I just want it to be dark."
"Soon as I get salt down I'll kill the lights. Promise." Sam assured her. She nodded and laid back down on the bed. Her head pounding with sharp intensity. She winced, but after recent events didn't feel safe enough to place a pillow over her face.
Sam finished laying down the salt, then promptly flipped off the light switches, then in the dark he dug through his bag to find a flashlight, once he turned it on, he did the same in Dean's bag and tossed one to him.
"Sara, do voices bother you?" Sam asked.
"No." she replied. "Just really loud noises."
"Good, at least we can brainstorm for the evening. Eat." Dean nodded.
"Maybe we could go back out, see if we can track down that ghost again." Sam suggested.
"No. No way, no one goes off alone until we get a better understanding of all of this crap. Why did it attack Sara, is it something in the room? Was it the fact that she was alone?"
"Or was it the fact that she used her grace 24 hours ago and these kind of things are attracted to her?" Sam suggested hesitantly.
"That's what I'm afraid of." Dean sighed.
"Dean." Sara mumbled softly, Dean walked over to the bed and sat beside her. "Is it my fault?"
"Nah, it's just how these things go. You feeling sleepy?"
Dean could barely sense her nodding in the darkness.
"Get some sleep okay. We'll just do some research for the night. See if we can't track down this old hag." Dean patted her leg softly and moved to stand, but Sara grabbed his hand, pulling him back down.
"M'sorry I didn't tell you… I guess I was in denial about the migraines still."
"Don't sweat it sweetheart."
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"So…do we have anything useful?" Dean sighed as he noticed the clock on the wall said 1am. The boys finally had turned on a lamp once Sara was deep into her sleep. Dean stretched out and finished off his fourth beer for the night.
"Ummm… one of the town founder's wife died shortly after they married. Suspicions flew that she discovered him having an affair, couldn't handle it, OD'd. But. Back then reputation trumped law and the coroner ruled cause of death as unknown natural processes."
"So the old lady busts her newly wedded husband banging his secretary. And… waited until now to start getting angry about it?"
"Well, her husband recently died a couple of months ago. And if I remember correctly there have been hauntings in the place for years. She could have just been hanging around but now that her husband's dead she's flipped a switch or something?"
"Yeah but why here?"
"I don't know man… I'm beat. We'll tackle this thing again in the morning. Maybe Sara will have an idea or two."
"Speaking of Sara you wanna rock, paper, scissors for the bed?"
Sam pondered the thought, but he knew if they were to do that then he would likely win and something in him pulled back, wanting to put him and Sara together as much as he could.
"No thanks, I'm already pretty comfy over here. You can have it for tonight." Sam said leaning back and closing his eyes.
"You sure?" Dean asked hoping he wouldn't actually change his mind, but not wanting to seem quite so excited about his easy victory.
"Yeah man. I'm good."
"Okay then… goodnight." Dean shrugged as he turned off the lamp and walked over to the bed in the dark. He sat on the edge and kicked off his shoes, then pulled off his jacket, and button up, leaving him in a light grey tshirt, and as he stood to pull down his jeans he hesitated.
Should he really get in this bed and lay next to this woman with no pants on? She was still pretty much fully dressed, too exhausted to change before she passed out. He sighed as he argued within himself, then he walked over to his duffle bag and pulled out a pair of sweatpants. He surrendered to his concerns and put his sweats on before climbing into the bed.
He pulled the blankets over him and laid flat on his back, being sure to leave Sara room to move comfortably without having to touch him. For her own comfort that is, not his own. Because even being in the same bed with her fully clothed was enough to set his nerves on edge. Was enough to make his mind contemplate the thought of reaching over and pulling her against him. But he fought his urges. Hoping to finally find sleep.
He was almost there when Sara rolled over, and laid her body against the side of his. She unconsciously snuggled against him, her head fitting into the crook of his shoulder. Dean took a slow deep breath. Then he wrapped an arm around her, feeling the coolness of her exposed shoulder, rubbing it to provide warmth from friction.
"Dean." She barely breathed.
"Yeah." He whispered in reply.
"M'sorry."
"You gotta stop saying that sweetheart. Nothing to be sorry for."
"I should have told you."
"It's okay."
"… Will she come back?"
"With me in this bed, she'd have to be pretty damn stupid." He assured her.
Sara didn't respond with words, but instead pulled herself even closer against Dean's side. Dean responded by taking his other arm and wrapping it behind her. She felt safe in Dean's arms… she felt like nothing could touch her. And that was a feeling that was scarce these days. The longer she stayed with the brothers, the closer to them she felt. She was thankful for them. Thankful that Castiel brought them into her life.
And she wasn't the only one who felt that way. Although they could both deny what they felt, it didn't change what was really going on between them.
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Dean woke first, Sara still curled into his side, his arms still locked around her. His morning… anatomy, making things slightly awkward with her close proximity. He wanted to separate before she woke to avoid making her uncomfortable, but he didn't want to wake her.
As gently as he could he pulled his arms away, and tucked the blanket over her shoulders. She stirred slightly as he pulled his body away from hers. But she simply turned over again and fell still and quiet. Dean let out a brief sigh, and his gaze lingered on her.
What the hell am I doing, he thought to himself.
Just then Sam entered the room with coffee in hand.
"Hey."
"Hey. Breakfast will be up in about thirty minutes." Sam nodded.
"Sweet. Room service." Dean chanted as he made his way to the bathroom. He took his time showering, thinking of what their next move was going to be. When he came back out Sara and Sam were sat on the bed, across from each other.
The adorable dark haired woman drew his attention immediately as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and sipped at her coffee.
"Do you have a picture of her?" Sara asked over the complimentary breakfast that was delivered to their room early this morning. She sat cross legged on the bed munching on toast and bacon as Sam turned the laptop so that she could look.
The woman had long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and soft smile.
"She was pretty."
"She wasn't so pretty last night." Dean commented.
"So its definitely her?"
"Yeah. We just can't figure out why she's here."
"What was the deal with her husband again?"
"She found him cheating on her not long after their wedding, she couldn't handle it and she killed herself. Whether it was accidental or on purpose we don't really know. The police covered it up to spare the town founder his reputation."
"Sick bastards." Sara sighed. "Where did she find them?"
"What?" Sam asked confused.
"I mean where did she find them? Its one thing to be cheating, but its another to find them in your own home."
"Umm… I don't know. But I think you might be onto something with that." Sam hesitated. "So. Imagine if… maybe she caught him cheating here in the hotel."
"Yeah! And now she's spent all this time searching for cheaters!" Sara exclaimed with slight excitement that she had helped make a break in the case.
"Whoa whoa whoa… let's not get ahead of ourselves here. We need to find out if the vics were ever unfaithful before we put that theory to test." Dean reminded her.
"Right. Proof. How do we do that?"
"I'll see what I can dig up on suspect lists. If someone is having an affair that's usually the first place the police will look. You two think you can hold down the fort while I'm gone?" Sam asked putting on his jacket.
"Yeah. We're gonna walk the grounds again. If you're feeling okay." Dean turned and ask.
"Right as rain. The migraines are harsh but short lived usually. Not more than a day or so."
"Good. Call if you find anything." Sam said squeezing her shoulder as he walked by.
"You too." She called back.
Once the door was shut Sara and Dean were alone again, and Sara couldn't help but feel slightly awkward remembering how close they were during the night, and how even though Dean thought she was sleeping this morning she was actually awake several minutes before him, but unlike Dean she was unwilling to pull her body away from his.
"So, did you sleep well?" She asked trying to skip past the odd feeling.
"Yeah, beds pretty damn comfortable."
"Yeah. It was warm, although I think that had more to do with you."
"What can I say? I'm just hot." Dean winked to her. She chuckled.
"I'm going to jump in the shower." She smiled, but on the inside all she could think about was how easily she set the stage for a cold shower joke. Dean simply nodded as he picked up the newspaper. Sara was thankful he hadn't taken the opportunity to embarrass her, but man oh man did it cross his mind.
Once fresh, clean, and out of the shower Sara put on a small jacket and a good old pair of jeans and converse. She walked out of the bathroom and Dean looked up to her.
"Ready?"
"Yeah." She nodded.
The two of them left the room and went out the front door of the hotel, walking around to the right side of the building where the garden is.
"Not much for flowers around here are they?" Dean mumbled as they walked through the greenery.
"Nope. Lots of evergreens. Someone wanted this place to be low maintenance all year round."
"Lazy." Dean shook his head.
"Oh, and you could do better mister green thumb?" Sara smiled.
"Damn right!"
"Oh and what would you plant me gardener?" She asked in a playful british accent.
"Only the best and brightest of my roses for the lady." Dean played back.
"Roses? Really?" She asked.
"Fine." Dean scoffed. "What does the lady prefer?"
"Hmm… tulips."
"Tulips? What are we five years old?"
"Hey!" She said offense with a slight punch to Dean's shoulder. "Tulips are delicate, and bright, and they look so well put together."
"Fine. Tulips for the lady." Dean smiled with his accent.
"Oh why kind gentlemen, you spoil me so!" She laughed.
"Well. Doesn't look like there's much out here." Dean sighed.
"No… what do you think she's tied to?"
"I don't know. Could be just the hotel itself ya know. If she did catch them here. Maybe the bed, but. How are we supposed to figure out which one?"
"Yikes… Maybe Sam is having better luck."
"I hope so. Maybe we should do another sweep in the foyer." Dean shrugged.
"Following you." Sara said holding out her arm.
Dean and Sara walked back into the main room and took a long look around. Then they started down the main hall again, several artifacts and old antiques lined the hallways. Something small and sparkly caught Sara's eye.
A large antique diamond ring. She leaned down and focused on the way the old stone glittered under the lights. Sara felt the urge to reach out and touch it, but was stopped when the glass case bumped her fingers.
"Beautiful isn't it?" A woman's voice called from behind her. She jumped slightly and turned to find the hostess.
"Yes! It is." She quickly smiled.
"It's our most prized possession, the worth of this single ring could literally buy out the hotel these days." The hostess went on as she leaned over and admired the ring as if she had done it several times before.
"Who's was it?" Dean asked coming up behind the women.
"We don't know actually, lots of old stories. Lots of rumors. But the truth is someone found it in a room and the current staff spent forever trying to find its owner, but no one ever claimed it. So it became a piece of history."
"Wow." Sara mouthed.
"Yeah. Sad thing really… to let a ring as pretty as that go to waste." The hostess shrugged as she crossed her arm.
"Yeah. It is." Sara mumbled as she turned back and shared a look with Dean.
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"So we think the ring is hers?" Sam asked as the three sat on the couches eating pizza.
"Yeah." Sara nodded. "I mean, think about it. She busts them here in the hotel, throws her ring at him, loses it. And now maybe it's what's keeping her here?"
"Not a bad theory." Sam nodded. Then he turned to Dean. "What do you think?"
"Could be a stretch, or it could be exactly right. Its hard to say. I wish we had something more solid to go off of."
"Well. All of the victims were rumored to be having an affair either currently, or in their recent past. I think we know why the ghost is going after certain people."
Dean's eyes wandered over to Sara.
"So who'd you cheat on?"
"What?" She asked shocked at his boldness.
"Well. If this is the theory we're running with then that mean's she came after you because you were unfaithful. So what's the story."
Sara look flustered for a moment.
"I had a drunk night in college. My boyfriend was on patrol that night and I was wasted. I made it with some guy at a party… but that was it. I swear." Sara admitted. Guilt still weighing on her.
"Don't let it bother you. Dean's done worse I'm sure." Sam shot at him with a bitch face.
"What?" Dean shrugged innocently. "I just thought we should know cause of the case."
But it was then that he looked over and caught the guilty look on Sara's face.
"Sara." He called getting her attention. "This was the same boyfriend that hit you right?"
She nodded.
"Then why the hell do you look like that! Don't feel bad! Shit happens, and yours was a mistake. He INTENTIONALLY hurt you. Please. Don't feel bad over that asshole."
Sara just kinda shrugged and went back to picking pepperoni off her slice of pizza. Dean then felt guilty as well for bringing it up.
"So. What's our next move?" Sam asked.
"Steal the ring. Destroy it. See if that fixes the problem."
"How are we supposed to steal that thing? It's in a case and I'd bet my ass there's a couple cameras pointed at it." Sara countered.
"Oh sweetheart. The way you underestimate us is adorable. Really." Dean laughed.
Sara looked between the boy's playful smiles with confusion. She couldn't wait to see how they pulled this one off.
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"You want me to do what?!" Sara scoffed.
"Fake a seizure or something! Distract everyone in the front while Sam and I disable the cameras and break into the case."
"Dean. You can't fake a seizure. If anyone medical is there they'll know immediately I'm faking. Its impossible to fake a seizure, at least not convincingly."
"Well what about a dizzy spell or something? Anything you can think of to distract them." Sam encouraged.
"Ughh… is the kitchen on the main hall with the ring?"
"No. Why?" Dean asked confused.
"Because if I fake a sugar spell then they're going to rush into the kitchen to get me juice. I don't exactly think sending them right past you is smart."
"Oh. Good point… actually I think that's down the opposite hall so that should work out perfect."
"Great. So now I just have to pass out on the dirty ass lobby floor." Sara sighed. "How much time do you guys need? I mean does this need to be a quick thing or should I drag it out?"
"Umm… I don't know. We'll probably just have to toss you a signal when we're good." Sam replied.
"What signal might that be?"
"One of us will come over to you when we're finished. That way the other can make a clean get away."
"So what do we do with the ring once we have it?"
"Smash it, then salt and burn it. Hopefully its real gold and will melt easily."
"Aww… that's kinda sad." Sara said with a pouty bottom look. Sam raised his eyebrows at her. "What? It really is a beautiful ring."
"Yeah, that comes with your very own certified vengeful spirit." Dean mocked.
"True." Sara sighed.
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"Okay. Everyone ready?" Sam asked as he handed Sara a loaded gun and she tucked it into her waist band.
"No." She grumbled.
"Well you better get there fast." Dean told her opening up the door and pushing her out with a swift and light tap on the ass.
"Ow!" She jumped and squealed in surprise as she made her way down the hallway. Sara waited until the front lobby was in view to place her hands on her head and began to slowly stumble, leaning against the wall for support.
She caught a small glance or two as she entered the lobby.
"Miss?" The hostess asked. Just then Sara fell to the floor and let her eyes roll back slightly.
"Oh my! Help! Miss, miss wake up!" The hostess shook her on the ground as several people rushed over to her.
"Oh. I… I think. I think my blood sugar is low." Sara mumbled weakly.
"Quick! Someone get her some orange juice!" A man in the back shouted, a bellhop began to rush towards the kitchen as Sara attempted to sit up.
"Oh here, let me help you." The hostess said sitting behind Sara as she helped lift her up and support her.
"I. I skipped dinner this evening. I just… wasn't hungry." Sara mumbled as she buried her face in her hands. "I'm so sorry for all the trouble."
"Oh, no! No trouble at all ma'am the butler insisted as he kneeled down in front of her. "Did you hit your head? Should we call for an ambulance?"
"Oh! No.. no no no. I'm fine. I'm a nurse. I just need something with sugar."
"Right here!" A bellhop called out as he came through the crowd with a large glass of orange juice. Sara reached out and forced her hands to shake as she took the glass and began to chug it.
"Thank you." She mumbled to the bellhop as she leaned back against the hostess.
"What else do you need?"
"Um. Carbs, protein… maybe some peanut butter crackers?"
"I've got it." Someone in the back said as they jogged down the hall back to the kitchen. Sara continued to sip at the juice, praying the boys will come around the corner at any moment. A man in red appeared in front of her with peanut butter crackers and she thanked him as she began to nibble on them.
"Are you sure you're okay ma'am?"
"Oh Yes I'm f-"
"Sara! Sweetheart!" Dean pushed through the crowd to her side. "What happened? You didn't skip dinner again did you?"
"Oh… hunny I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cause such a fuss."
"Let's get you back to the room to lie down, and we can finish your snack." Dean said as he reached down and helped Sara to stand.
"Thank you all." Dean said as he pretended to support Sara's weight down the hall.
"Nice moves." Sara whispered as they rounded the corner.
"Anything for you my sweetheart." Dean laughed.
"Did you guys get it."
"Pshhh… of course."
"So what now?"
"Destroy it." Dean said as he pushed towards the motel room, but just as she went into the room the door slammed behind her, cutting off Dean from accessing the room.
"Dean!" Sara screamed. Just then Sam came around the corner in the room.
"Sara what's wrong?!"
"Dean! The doors shut, he's still out there with the ring!"
"Dean!" Sam shouted as he began to pound against the door. "Dean!"
"Sammy! Sara!" Dean yelled as he shook the door knob. He went to step back, but was shoved against the door.
"Ugh!" He groaned. The ghost lifted Dean and threw him down onto the ground.
"Dean!" Sara yelled as she heard him struggling. "Dean we're coming!"
"Move!" Sam said as he shoved her aside. He threw all his weight into the door, and when he did it busted open, and Dean was on the ground unconcious. Sam grabbed him by the jacket and yanked him into the room. Sara immediately fell to her knees and began tapping his cheeks.
"Dean! Dean… please. Wake up!"
Dean began to stir and then all at once woke and came off the ground in one swift motion.
"Where is she?!" He yelled.
"I don't know, but the salt lines broken." Sara pointed down where Dean had been drug through the doorway.
Just as Dean looked back up at her the ghost appeared behind Sara, pushing her down to the ground.
"Sam! Smash it!" Dean yelled as he tossed the ring inside of a small bag to his brother. Dean began to fight with the ghost- or rather distract it by letting it beat the hell out of him while Sara laid knocked out on the ground, her head bleeding from where she hit the corner of the table.
Sam caught the ring deftly and ran to the duffle bag for a hammer. Once he had it he smashed the ring twice. The ghost screamed out in pain, but then it became increasingly angry. It lifted its hands and a large piece of broken wood lifted into the air.
Sam doused the bag in gasoline and salt, and just as he flicked the lighter the ghost flung the large piece of wood towards Dean, where it landed directly into his abdomen.
"Dean!" Sam yelled in concern as the bag burst into flames, as did the ghost.
The sound of yelling woke Sara, her vision blurred and there was red in her peripheral but she was able to make out the sight of Dean in front of her, blood pouring out of him as he slowly fell to his knees, then back against the wall.
"Dean…" She scrambled to her feet, but Sam beat her there.
"Dean! Oh god…" Sam swallowed nervously as Dean began to cough up blood.
"Sam. I." Dean coughed. "Its bad, huh?"
"No, no… we got you Dean." Sam assured him. Then he looked up to the ceiling.
"CAS! CAS PLEASE!" Sam called out, but there was no reply. Sara sat back against the cough and shook as she watched Dean suffer before her eyes. It was so odd.
Someone she pictured as invincible… was going to die right in front of her.
"Sara!" Sam yelled.
Dean's eyes met Sara's and instantly she began to cry.
"SARA!" She jumped as Sam's voice shook to her core. "Sara you have to heal him! You have to save him… please."
"I… I can't." She cried.
"Sara! You have to! He's going to die if you don't do something NOW!"
"I CANT!" She cried. Her head in her hands.
"Sara." Dean coughed, she looked up and his arm was stretched out reaching for her. She crawled across the floor and moved to hold his hand.
"You. You got this sweetheart. You just do your thing." He said as he licked a trail of blood off his lips. Sara stared in his eyes and as calmly as a man can while he's dying he nodded to her. She leaned down and touched her forehead against his. Her tears falling onto his face.
"Okay." She whispered. She reached down and ripped his shirt around the piece of wood impaling him.
"Dean this is gonna hurt. Bad…" She warned him as she got a solid grip on the piece of wood.
"Do it." He grunted. Sara pulled and Dean grit his teeth, his entire body shaking as pain over took him. Once Sara had the large piece of wood out blood began to pour from the large open wound.
"Sam!" She called out, Sam reached over with his shirt and pushed it against the wound, trying to help control some of the bleeding. Sara placed both of her hands on Dean's bare stomach and closed her eyes. Praying. Pleading silently with whoever might be listening. She couldn't let this man die right in front of her eyes.
Not the man who would give his life for her.
Not the man who made her feel safe again.
Not the man who saved the world again and again.
Sam watched as Dean's color slowly began to come back to his face, and as the blood stopped pouring from his wound. He slowly moved the shirt until under it was nothing but a large dark scar.
Sara's breathing had become heavy and rapid. This time she could feel the energy leaving her body as it traveled to Dean's. She held onto him until the strength in her body left and she collapsed to the ground.
"Sara." Dean said grabbing her hand from where he laid.
"Dean… she did it." Sam said in shock and relief. "She saved you."
"Sam… she's alive right?"
Sam instantly moved to check for a pulse. It was weak, but it was there.
"Yeah. Yeah… how do you feel, can you move?"
"I feel like I got stabbed… but. I'm fine. I think." Dean said spitting the last of the blood out of his mouth and onto the floor.
"We need to get the hell out of here." Sam said looking around at the destroyed room.
"Back door. Baby is parked right outside of it."
"Okay. Stay with her, I'm going to carry out the bags." Sam said as he rushed to gather their things. Dean slid over to Sara and pulled her head into his lap.
"Sara… Sara can you hear me?" He asked as he brushed her hair back. There was no reply other than her slow steady but shallow breaths.
Dean felt drawn to her… felt connected to her. Whether it was because she literally just saved his life, or if it was because her grace traveled through his body. He just wanted to touch her. Be close to her.
Sam rushed back into the room.
"Here. I'll carry her." Sam offered.
"No. I can do it." Dean insisted as he moved to stand. He took a moment to steady himself before reaching down and lifting Sara into the air and against his chest.
The three of them discreetly made their way out the back door and into the car. Dean laid Sara down in the backseat gently. But he didn't want to leave her side. He slowly caved in and made his way to the driver's seat.
They pulled out of the parking lot quietly and then punched the gas once they were on the open road. Sam was turned towards the backseat, checking on Sara.
"How is she?"
"I don't know man… she's just. Out right now."
"How long till she wakes up?"
"I don't know Dean."
"Sammy… she saved me." Dean mumbled out loud.
"Yeah." Sam laughed humorlessly. "She did. Dude… that was close."
"We should call Cas. See if he can help her."
"I tried to call him for you… he didn't answer. Which is kinda why we wanted her with us in the first place. Ya know?"
"Yeah. I just… I don't know man. I feel. Weird."
"Its probably just the grace running its course."
"I hope so." Dean mumbled. He couldn't admit it out loud but he just wanted to crawl into the backseat and have her body against his. No sex, not romance. Just. Intimacy.
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Sara had been asleep for over 24 hours.
Cas had finally made an appearance and assured the brothers that this was just Sara's body trying to re-energize itself. Dean hadn't left Sara's side since they made it back to bunker. He didn't recognize himself. He didn't recognize his actions.
Sam watched closely, watching as Dean worried for Sara over the hours... Waiting for her to wake up.
"Dean. You wanna take a break. Get some food?" Sam offered.
"No. I'm good."
"Want me to bring you a burger or something?"
"No, Sammy. I'm fine." He sighed.
"Dean. She's going to be okay. She'll wake up when she's ready. I promise. You heard Cas."
"I can't help it Sammy… I feel responsible. Like. This is my fault."
"Dean. This is what she was supposed to do. This is why she's so important to the world… why all the demons want her dead. She's amazing. But she's still human, and its just going to take time for her to bounce back."
"Yeah I know. I just… I wish she would wake up. I don't really know how to explain it Sam. I just… feel her."
"It's the grace Dean."
"Yeah…"
"Why don't you get some sleep. You've been up for over a day."
"I'll sleep when I'm dead."
"Well… with Sara around, that may be never."
"We'll see."
