"Left!" Sara yelled as she turned and fired salt rounds at the spirit who appeared just a few yards from Dean's left side. It disappeared and they were on the move again as Sam fought to break open the coffin not far behind them.
"See it?" Dean called out as the two of them circled the grave.
"No." Sara yelled back from the opposite side.
"Sammy get a move on!"
"I'm working on it." He groaned.
Sara moved to turn towards him but when she did she was face to face with the spirit and screamed as it launched her into the air and backwards at least ten feet or more. She landed with a thud against the ground as the spirit vanished into flames and Dean was rushing towards her, sliding in the dirt to land beside her.
"Hey! Hey… Look at me. You okay?!"
"Yeah. Yeah I'm good." She winced as she pulled herself to sit up.
"Take it slow."
"Dean I'm fine." She assured him as she squeezed his shoulder slightly. "Just help me get up."
He stood and pulled her up with minimal effort.
"Well that one was a bitch." Sam sighed as he jogged over towards them.
"Yeah, lets get the hell outta dodge before someone sees the smoke." Sara reminded them.
"Sure you're good?" Sam asked watching her limp slightly.
"It'll be good as new in a couple of days."
"We can go back to the bunker for a few days if you want." Dean offered throwing things in the trunk as she slid into the backseat.
"No, I think we found another case." She sighed twisting the cap off of a bottle and lifting it to her lips. She took a long gulp while Sam and Dean exchanged glances.
"Sara, we've been out on the road for like 6 weeks straight." Sam reminded her.
"And?" She asked with genuine confusion.
"Its just that you usually like to take a few days off between hunts. Maintain some sense of normalcy."
"No, it's fine. I mean… we can go back if you guys want to but I'm good to keep going."
"Let's crash for the night and go from there." Dean said ending the debate. He watched as Sara laid back against the seat and stared out the window. He knew her face hadn't been the same since the nest.
She was engaged. She was helpful. She was witty and found humor at all the right times but she was avoiding the conversation he promised her they'd have when she finally got some rest. She was avoiding being caught in a vulnerable situation, she alternated beds and when she slept in the bed with Dean she was quick to fall asleep and avoid their occasional pillow talks.
How could he say something though? She had been doing so well between hunts and research, dealing with death. He thought surely that Lee's death alone would knock her back a step. Compile that with the lack of mental preparation she had for the carnage in taking down the nest and he was preparing to get her through another meltdown.
But she had done the complete opposite; she had flourished.
She was the first to get her hands dirty and lift her gun. She was the first to suggest ideas. She was invested in the cases like never before, so how could he confront her about these concerns without tearing apart her new found confidence in this life.
"You want to grab Chinese for dinner?" Dean offered as they pulled back into the motel.
"Sure." She smiled at him.
"I'll see what was up with the article you found the other day, you two grab food." Sam said as he gathered his things and stepped out of the car as Dean pulled into the motel. Sara climbed over the seat and contently pulled at a loose string on her jeans.
"So you did good out there… you sure you're not hurt?"
"Little sore, but I'll be fine." She shrugged him off.
"You uh, sure you don't want to take a breather… it's just that you've been busting your ass and I'd hate to push you too hard."
"And lose this momentum we've got going?" She scoffed. "No way. We're doing a lot of good for a lot of people. We should keep going."
"Hmmm." Dean mumbled to himself. "You hungry?"
"Yeah."
"Know what you want?"
"Chicken fried rice as always."
"I swear. You have a 10 year olds taste buds."
"Just cause I don't like spicy and weird foods doesn't mean I'm a child." She argued back playfully.
"No it just means you're uncultured."
"Coming from Dean 'only wear jeans and plaid in every season and eats burgers and gas station burritos daily' Winchester?"
"Hey now." He mocked offense. "I'm getting you Chinese aren't I?!"
"Yes. You are… thank you for dinner." She smirked as she scooted towards him. He threw an arm over the back of her seat.
"You been wiped out lately… haven't had many of our late night talks. You need to get anything off your chest?" He asked her boldly, hoping the darkness in the car would make her as comfortable as the darkness in the rooms at night.
Sara's breath hitched and she coughed slightly.
Could she talk about how she let Lee die? How she didn't even try to save him… and that somewhere behind that guilt was relief.
Could she talk about the fact that she truly understood for the first time what kind of life Sam and Dean were raised into, the kind of things they saw from such young ages that robbed them of their youth and any sense of 'normal'.
Only someone damaged could see such gruesome and terrible things day in and day out and still crack jokes at the dinner table… she never realized it before, but they've done this for so long they no longer see how they've become calloused to it.
How SHE should become calloused to it if she want's to truly help people… help them.
She had told her self every single day since the nest that it can't be worse than that, and she survived. Something about it gave her comfort, ability to push forward.
… Or could she talk about how she kissed him.
Sober.
No excuse of 'the whiskey made me forget'.
Luckily Dean hadn't brought up the incident either and she prayed he would chalk it up to her level of sleep deprivation playing tricks on her mind. Causing her to blur the boundaries and lines of reality.
"You saying you miss my company?" She teased.
"Just checking in… you always seem to be more honest with me at night." He countered, challenging her bluff.
He too remembered that kiss. While he told himself over and over again that she must have been exhausted and not thinking clearly- the truth was she kissed him, again. How many times now had this been? At some point his mind began to allow him to feel hopeful that he wasn't the only one who felt that pull between them.
"If I promise to talk to you later will you get me some of those spring rolls too?" She smiled.
"I'll get you anything you want, sweetheart. Just don't forget your end of the deal."
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Sam finished laying down salt as Dean stepped out of the bathroom. He looked over to a sleeping Sara on the foot of Sam's bed and sighed. Knowing that she wouldn't be holding up her end of the deal tonight.
"Think we should move her?" Sam asked.
"Nahhh. Let her sleep."
"She's kicking ass lately… shouldn't that make us more happy than concerned?" Sam mumbled out loud.
"You tell me." Dean scoffed. "I just know she's not dealing with it, but I mean… she's putting that energy into good places. She's been more focused on the job than I've ever seen her."
"Yeah but you and I both know this is what she does. She buries things, and then they eventually come back."
"Yeah well, we may just have to wait until this one comes back." Dean shrugged. Frustrated as well, but not trying to show just how much.
"You uh… say anything to her?" Sam smirked.
"Sam. Drop it." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Oh no… I saw it."
"Then why don't YOU talk to her about it?"
"Because YOU should be the one talking to her about it, Dean!"
"If she wanted something more she'd say so."
"Other than kissing you in the middle of the day what is your preferred method of confirmation?" Sam deadpanned.
"She wasn't in any state of mind to be thinking clearly."
"I swear… you self-sabotage everything." Sam grumbled as he laid down in the bed and turned out the light beside his bed. Dean rolled his eyes but also leaned down into the bed, staring up at the dark ceiling while he contemplated whether or not to take the case or drag her ass back home for a break.
He had just began to doze off when he could hear her begin to stir. He looked over and watched as she twitched and huffed. Slowly but surely getting louder in her discomfort.
Dean leaned up and could barely make out her outline as she softly gasped and leaned up. He stayed still and quiet and watched as she walked to the bathroom in the dark, he quietly leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes.
A moment later she shut the door and walked over standing between the two beds. Dean kept his eyes close but he could hear her fidget and sense her hesitation. She eventually sat on the side of Dean's bed. Her back facing his as she ran her hands through her hair. Dean stayed quiet as she laid down beside him, not touching him with anything but her cold feet. He debated whether or not to speak, but he knew as much as she needed to talk about it, right now she needed to just feel safe.
He never took for granted the ability to make her feel safe. He waited until she was settled and then slowly turned, bringing his arm across her and pulling her towards him. She stiffened momentarily, but then she simply felt herself melt into his warmth.
"Sara." He whispered as she turned into him.
"Not tonight, Dean. Please." She begged quietly.
"Soon." He insisted as he laid his head back down and moved his hand up and down her arm softly.
When the sun came up Dean carefully slid himself away from her before standing and stretching. His arm had fallen asleep but he would take that every night if it meant she came clean with them.
"Get anywhere last night?" Sam asked sipping coffee from the table.
"Nope." He sighed. "She had a nightmare, woke up, came to bed… I asked but she wasn't talking."
"At least she came to you… she just needs to talk it out. She needs to stop carrying everything on her shoulders and process everything that's happened. I just don't know how hard to push right now."
"She's strong. She'll come around." He nodded, but couldn't deny how worried he had become over the last several days.
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"So what's the story here again?" Dean asked as they rolled into town just in time for lunch.
"Town has had 4 crazy deaths in the last week." Sam explained.
"Crazy how?"
"Think… freak accidents but almost impossible freak accidents."
"I think that's why they're called 'freak' accidents, Sam." Sara teased from the backseat. He rolled his eyes at her.
"Yeah but these are such a stretch there's not another explanation other than the supernatural. I mean, one guy drowned while mowing the lawn… in the middle of the day."
"Another lady was mauled by a mountain lion, in an apartment building where no one heard or saw a thing. They confirmed the attack based on a tooth left behind in the body and some hair at the scene." Sara added.
"Hm. Okay, I'll give you that… it's weird for sure. Any theories?"
"Nope." She said popping the P.
"Starting from scratch. My favorite."
"First stop will be the most recent Vic's house. Here's the address." Sam said sliding the paper over to Dean.
A few minutes later they pulled into the house with caution tape across the door. Dean parked and grabbed his fake ID before wandering up the steps, Sam and Sara close behind. He noted Sam had been trying to stay close to her while they were out on the job.
"So what happened to this guy?" Dean asked as he picked the lock.
"Uhhh… looks like his brain exploded." Sam suggested looking back at the paper and then at the splatters of blood across the walls.
"Yikes." Sara sighed. "In order for him to hemorrhage this hard it must have been something seriously powerful. Like overwhelming decibel levels."
"What would cause that?"
"No clue." She shrugged as she looked around.
"No family? No Witnesses? Is the body at the morgue?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. We can go check it out later." Sam nodded.
"When's the last time you guys saw one of these?" Sara joked as she reached down for the cassette player and old headphones laying on the kitchen table.
"WAIT!" Sam and Dean both screamed. Sara jumped back in confusion.
"We can't rule out cursed objects. Don't touch anything." Sam informed her calmly. She pulled her hand back to her chest and twisted her wrist back and forth.
"Cursed objects." She sighed. "That's a new one."
"It doesn't happen a lot but we try not to touch anything until we know its something else." Dean explained. "You didn't touch anything else right?"
"Nope. Just feeling an 80s throwback when I saw that thing."
"Should we bag it?" Sam asked.
"I wouldn't yet… let's check the body."
They went to the morgue and reviewed the files before examining the body. Sara still stood far from the edge of the table and fidgeted with her hands, but she at least watched as the M.E. pulled them around to the vic's head and tilted it to the side.
"It's like someone cranked a subwoofer inside of his skull. I've never seen anything like it."
"Well that's why they called… bizarre is kind of our thing." Sam nodded.
"I didn't know the FBI had an investigation unit for strange deaths."
"It's not well known." Dean said gruffly.
"I guess that makes sense." The M.E. nodded.
"Sara, anything else you'd like to ask?" Dean said turning towards her.
"No. I just need to think about what could cause such intense sound waves." She shook her head and chewed on her lip. Her mind wandered back to the cassette player and suddenly cursed objects didn't seem so crazy.
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Dean swung into a parking lot at a local restaurant. Sara and Sam climbed out, Dean following behind them. They walked in and stood at the hostess stand for only a minute before a hostess appeared to seat them for dinner.
"Hi, how many?" She asked, obviously stressed.
"Uh, just three." Sara replied with a kind smile. She waitressed once back in college, she understood how difficult it could be. They followed the poor girl to a booth in the corner of the restaurant and sat, realizing she only left two menus. Sam picked up one and Dean looked up to Sara before grabbing the other one, a smirk on his face. She bumped him with her elbow as she leaned to look over his arm.
"Just get me something light." She shrugged to him.
"You mean a steak with extra potatoes on the side?" he smirked not looking towards her.
"Dean." She lightly scorned.
"Okay, okay… chicken ceaser or a turkey melt?"
"Chicken ceaser please."
It was twenty minutes before someone came to the table to bring drinks and take their order. They didn't mind the wait, it gave them time to run ideas back and forth on what they could be looking for.
"What about a trickster?" Sara asked chewing on her salad. "I've never seen one but from what I've heard they usually do crazy things like this right?"
"Eh. Its not a bad idea… but it would mean that all of the vics shared the traits of being grade A assholes." Dean shrugged. "I think cursed objects is still on the table."
"Yeah. I think that the cassette player was kind of the only thing out of place in his house. It was such a modern design, and then to see that? I just feel like it's off."
"We need to see where he got it from."
"Yard sales? Old junk box in the attic? I mean he looked old enough that it could have been his."
"It's a place to start." Sam nodded. "It's a solid suggestion."
"Thanks." She smiled.
"You've had a few of those lately… you've been doing really well. I know you've been through a lot lately. But we're proud of how well adjusted you've become."
"Well." Sara sighed. "I should be by now… it's been a year."
Dean was lifting a bite to his lips when he froze, as did Sam. Sam's eyes flew to Sara's while Dean just sat and stared ahead. Dean closed his eyes slowly as the realization sank in that this meant the anniversary of Anna's death had also just come to pass.
"A year…" Sam mumbled. "Wow. I. Uh… I hadn't realized. What day was it?"
"Couple of weeks ago.. it was the 12th." She mumbled twisting her fork around in her plate.
Dean leaned back in his seat and gently threw his napkin down on the table.
"Sara." He sighed.
"No." She said casually.
"What?"
"I said… no." She spoke slowly. "Don't say it."
"Sara, we have to talk about it… it's not normal to ignore it." Sam encouraged.
"No." She smiled at him and then went back to her plate.
"If you don't face this, everything that's happened these last couple of months… it will find you at the worst time."
"Sam. No."
"I'm not playing around anymore, Sara. It's time to talk about things." He pushed.
Sara smiled and stood.
"I'm gonna walk to the motel across the street and get myself a room for the night, I'll request two and leave your room keys under my doormat."
"What?!" Sam protested. "Are you kidding me?"
"I'm not doing this, with either of you. We have a case and we need to work it. So I'm gonna get a room, take a hot bath. Sleep… and we'll regroup in the morning."
"You know how dangerous it is to be alone." Dean reminded her softly.
"I'll salt the door and windows, spray a devils trap under the mat when you get there. I'm warded. I'll be fine." She challenged as she moved to leave.
"Sara, wait." He called but she didn't even hesitate. She continued to walk until she was out the door. Dean stood and watched her from the window until she made it all the way across the street and inside of the office.
"Dammit." He sighed as he moved back to the table and kicked it with his foot. This caused several people in the restaurant to turn and look at him. He pulled a stack of cash out of his wallet and laid it on the table before he and Sam walked out and got in the car to make the short drive across the street. Once in the parking lot he walked to the room he last saw Sara step into and grabbed their key from under her mat. Sam bringing over a can of spray paint and trying to very discreetly place a devil's trap.
"So what, we leave her over here?" Dean asked.
"For now." Sam shrugged in return.
"It makes sense now."
"What?" Sam asked as they came in and shut the door to their room.
"Why she's buried herself into the job. She's avoiding it… I mean she's been avoiding a lot of things, but definitely Anna's death anniversary."
"Yeah. I'd say that's putting it lightly. I think you should go try and talk to her."
"I will… just. Give her some time to think. I mean it's out in the open now. I can't believe it's already been a year."
"Yeah I know. I should have been paying more attention."
"We wouldn't have remembered. That day didn't mean nearly as much to us as it did her."
What he really meant to say was he needed some time to decide how he was going to pry all of this out of her. He knew the weight she was carrying was too heavy for anyone to hold onto for long, she would destroy herself trying to run away from her own feelings.
After a couple hours and the sun going down, Dean finally stood and moved to walk next door. Hoping that by now Sara had cooled off some and come to her senses. He stood in front of her door and knocked… no answer, so he knocked again a little harder.
"Sara… come on." He asked annoyed yet sad. "Open the door."
He heard footsteps and finally they came to a stop, but it was a solid 10 seconds before the door unlocked and the knob twisted, allowing Sara to open the door.
When it opened he didn't give her a chance to speak before pushing himself through the doorway, turning and crossing his arms as she watched him with bewilderment.
"Dean what the hell?"
"You can't keep doing this, Sara." He said pacing back and forth gently.
"Dean get out."
"No." He huffed. "A year?! Really… I mean. Shouldn't there have been a birthday in there somewhere?"
"My birthday was a few months after I met you."
"And you didn't say anything?!"
"Wasn't exactly in a celebrating mood. Besides… we celebrated you and Sam with cake and beer. It's chill and easy. You two would have made a big deal out of mine and I didn't want that."
"Sara." He said exasperated. "That is the POINT. It IS a big deal!"
"It's a birthday."
"No! Not the- look. I know it took you a long time to get past this all, and you've done so good, Sara. You really have. But you will destroy it if you don't deal with shit."
"You're being dramatic." She sighed as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, but she refused to look him in the eye.
"Am I?" he said as he walked over and lifted the open bottle of whiskey off of the table. He hated that she was drinking again, it was so unlike her and most likely a habit she picked up from being on the road with them for so long now.
"Yes."
"Well, that's the pot calling the kettle black." He scoffed. "You would go as far as refusing to go home for weeks because it means you might have to slow down and actually think about things, you would rather get a separate room then have a conversation with Sam or me, JUST so that you can pretend like nothings wrong. How am I doing so far?"
"Dean I'm not a prisoner and I have every right to get a room to myself for ONCE!"
"Oh that's fine… I'm not arguing that at all. It's still not safe but I can understand if you needed it. Needed a break from us, or just a little privacy to cope with things… but you're not coping. I'm arguing the fact that you are avoiding everything. Avoiding conversation. Avoiding Sam. Avoiding me. Avoiding the pain… dammit Sara if you don't let it out of that damn box it will rot you until you have nothing left."
"Get out." She said pulling open the door and still refusing to look at him.
Sam could hear the yelling from the room next door and pinched the bridge of his nose knowing whatever was building between the two of them was sure to explode at any time.
"Nahh.." He shrugged as he kicked back and laid on one of the beds. A smug smirk on his face. Sara huffed and slammed the door. Turning to stare at him with her arms crossed.
"What do you want from me, Dean?"
"I wanna talk."
"No."
"Okay… I'll talk you listen." He said as he stood again and faced her. "Lee came back into your life and as scared as you were it was also a reminder of who you used to be and the life you had, then he was murdered right in front of your eyes, his blood soaked your clothes, you didn't help him… and you felt relief."
Her body began to shake, Dean noting the wavering look on her face. She was ready to crack.
"We tore the vamps to shreds." He pushed. "We cut through their flesh and left their bodies dismembered across the ground. You felt that blade run through his neck, and it made you feel terror and power all at the same time. It scared you because you never thought this is the person you'd become and now you know there's no going back. You'll never be the same again."
"Shut up." She growled as she moved to stomp away from him and towards the bathroom door. But he was faster and shoved it closed just as she reached for the handle.
"You froze, and you had never been so afraid of Sam and I in your entire life… you were more afraid of us at that exact moment then you were when you first met us because you finally saw the carnage that we cause day after day doing a job no one else wants to do. A job you unwillingly signed up to do too."
"Stop it!" She said shoving him and moving back towards the front door, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.
"I'm not done!" He yelled. She jumped slightly at his tone and the heat in his eyes. But ripped her arm from his grip as she backed against the wall. "You were afraid of us but only until Lee grabbed you, and you realized that sometimes the biggest monsters we face are people. People we love. People we hate."
Sara shook and her lip quivered as she cowered against the wall under his gaze.
Dean took two long deep breaths to calm himself, and his voice got much softer when he spoke again.
"Anna has been dead… for an entire year. You counted the days. You tried to ignore it but for weeks now you knew it was coming and it damn near smothers you when you think about it. So you drink. You think about how it almost happened all over again with Sam. The day came and you spent the entire time thinking of anything else I'm sure. Not admitting it out loud to anyone. Was it a book? Was it research? Is that why you've buried yourself in case after case? Huh? You have to face Lee all over again, and then grieve Anna all in the same month because life wanted to play some sick fucking joke on you and remind you of everything you lost, right?"
"Get out."
She tried so hard to push anger out in her voice, but it was weak and cracked. Her eyes watered and she breathed in deeply through her nose, forcing herself to keep them from spilling down her cheeks. Dean took two steps forward and leaned with his hands on either side of her head against the wall. He was only inches away from her as she fought so hard to hold herself together.
"I know you, Sara." He whispered. "I know when you're hiding. When you're lying to yourself and us."
"Do you?" She challenged as she lifted her body off the wall and held her lips mere centimeters away from his, daring him to lean in and give himself away.
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Dean huffed and stepped away which gave Sara the chance to regain her composure and wipe her eyes dry. When Dean opened the door he saw Sam waiting.
"Hey. There's been another death. Just came across the scanner." He said, Sara looked over at them while they stared at her.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" She pushed as she brushed past them both on her way to the car.
"This should be interesting…" Dean sighed following her. Sam nodded and silently made his way to the car, but this time when he slid in he turned towards her.
"Sara. You're right. We have a job to do, but this job is nothing compared to your health. Your happiness. Your peace of mind… if you can't cope while we're on the job then tomorrow morning we'll leave and go home. Until you're ready to be back out here. You're a danger to all of us if you lose your cool in a bad spot."
Sara stared at him until he turned back around. Dean pulled out and followed the sirens in the distance. Sam felt bad saying what he had, he knew it would hit her harder that she put them in danger than anything else he's said to her over the last several days. He hated to know that it would only upset her more, but he knew it was the only thing she would listen to.
When they arrived, Sara was the first one out of the car, standing on the edge of the crowd where the police had pushed everyone across the street. Sam and Dean slid on different clothes and grabbed badges while everyone was preoccupied with the chaos in front of them.
"I can't believe it… the ground just opened up and swallowed him." One person said shakily to another next to Sara.
"I wonder if it's a fault line under the town we didn't know about."
"No, surely someone would have found it before."
Her attention was pulled away watching a firefighter climb out of the hole they were gossiping about, when he did he pulled up a stretcher behind him, body bag in place to hide whatever gruesome remains were left. She wondered how far down the hole went, she spotted Sam and Dean speaking with the police and slid backwards into the darkness to make the long way around to the other side of the street and closer to the massive hole in the driveway.
She waited until everyone in the immediate area had stepped away, following the body to the coroner's van. She tip toed toward the edge, pulling her flashlight for a better view. There was blood and dirt at the bottom, she was unable to judge the distance but felt that being able to see the bottom was probably a good thing.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"
She jumped and fumbled, dropping her flashlight as she took two steps away from the edge. She turned to see the same firefighter who just climbed out of the hole approach her.
"I'm sorry, I uh. I work fo-"
"I don't care who you work for! I just pulled one body out of there, I don't want to do another tonight if you don't mind."
Sara shook her head up and down nervously. The firefighter looked down to her shaking hands and suddenly felt bad for scaring her.
"Are you okay?" He asked gently as he reached out for her.
"I'm fine." She nodded with a small smile as he squeezed her arm.
"C'mon, we'll talk away from the giant hole." He smirked leading her back over to the truck. Sara almost blushed. This guy was HOT.
He was certainly no Dean, but honestly Dean did nothing but make her angry tonight.
She looked up to his ice blue eyes and short dark hair. His jaw was firm and his shoulders full as he slid his jacket off and was left in the t-shirt underneath.
"Who'd you say you were working for?"
"Uh… FBI." She answered with as much confidence as she could muster.
"FBI?" He asked skeptically, looking around to see if he was being made the butt of a joke from his buddies.
"I'm an Intern. I'm with the two men over there talking by the police cruiser."
Her eyes followed his as they looked over to Sam and Dean, who hadn't yet noticed that she was preoccupied.
"Investigating the deaths?"
"Yeah. You know anything I should know?" She grinned. He flashed her an attractive smile in return.
"I've been on pretty much every scene. Small town. Working overtime to fill in the gaps on the truck."
"See any reoccurring patterns?"
"Only that they're all weird as hell."
"Yeah. I got that." She giggled.
"I think the apartment was the most gruesome, the rest weren't fun by any means but a damn mountain lion? I've only ever seen one probably 30 miles or more outside of town. They never come in this close. Too much construction and noise."
"Rabies a concern?"
"Doubt it… county hasn't had a case in over 10 years."
"So what's your best shot at explaining all of this?"
"Honestly? I don't know. Whatever it is I hope you figure it out and get it the hell away from my town."
"If you remember anything else, or see something out of place… anything at all. Even just a weird feeling. Call me." Sara said handing him one of her cards.
"Agent Sara Dixon." He mumbled reading the card out loud. "What if I wanna see you again?"
Her cheeks blushed red as he looked back down to her.
"Well the phones always on." She smirked.
"Stay the hell away from giant holes, Sara." He yelled back with a smile as he walked backwards to the truck.
"Maybe." She grinned in return.
Sara could not hand pick a better distraction than the one that just climbed into that fire truck, but as it pulled away her eyes fell on Sam and Dean.
Sam was watching her carefully as Dean finished interviewing someone beside him. She was thankful he was distracted and wouldn't ask too many questions. She took a deep breath and walked towards them.
What she didn't know is that Dean had already observed her conversation and the heat in his body was only contained by the fact that he refused to let her see that he was jealous… how is it she could talk to a stranger like nothing was wrong but she couldn't just be honest with him? Did he mean as little to her as a stranger?
Was she more of a stranger than he wanted to admit?
"Find anything?" Sam asked her. Dean turned once his interview was complete and joined them.
"Holes not that deep I don't think, you can see the bottom. I'm sure in the daylight you'd be able to get a better feel for it. I dropped my light in if you wanna walk over and take a look now. That should give us a hint of how far down it goes."
"Dropped it?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah. I uh, jumped when a fireman yelled at me for being too close."
"Hmm… If I yell at you will you give me your number too?" Dean teased, but there was a serious edge behind it.
"I told him to call me if he knew anything for the case." She rolled her eyes. "He's been to every crime scene."
"What's his name?"
"Don't know… didn't ask." She smiled back sarcastically.
"Okay. Let's get out of here. We got what we came for." Sam said putting an end to their not so friendly conversation.
Sara walked ahead of them and back to the car, not hesitating to slide into the backseat. She bounced her leg, waiting to get back to the motel so she could dart for her own room. She held her key in her hand and as Dean parked she moved to open the door, but Dean clicked the locks first.
"Dean." She sighed irritated.
"Sam will be in one room. I'll be in the other. They both have two beds and you're welcome to choose whatever bed you want."
She crossed her arms and felt her eyes sting with anger, but behind it was the wrecking ball banging around in her chest that was getting closer and closer to knocking down the walls she was hiding behind. She watched as the doors unlocked and each of them went to a different door. She sighed and leaned against the hood, staring at both open rooms.
She knew that if she went to Sam's room she could get by for another night because Sam wouldn't push. But she also knew she wouldn't get any sleep because for some reason Dean was the only one who kept the nightmares under control. She chewed on her lip before walking into Sam's room and slamming the door shut behind her.
Dean sighed as he heard it and moved to close his own door and get ready for bed.
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Sara laid in her bed and stared at the dark ceiling.
"Sara." Sam said from the other bed.
"Yeah?"
"I love you, you know that right?"
"Yes Sam, I do."
"I'm sorry we didn't pay more attention… I'm sorry we didn't prepare you more for the nest. I just forget sometimes how scary this job can be for someone new."
"It's not your fault Sam… or Dean's. I didn't expect you to count days and celebrate the day you got saddled with my hot mess of a life."
"I wish I had…" Sam said softly. "As hard as that day was for you, it gave me my best friend."
Sara tried to swallow down the lump of emotion threatening to crawl out of her throat. The noise was much more audible in the dark quiet room and Sam knew she couldn't reply.
"Goodnight hun. Try to get some sleep."
Sara chewed on her lip and told herself over and over and over to just breathe. To forget it. To think of something else… anything else.
Even she knew she had pushed too much down and now she was too afraid to let it out.
After an hour of self distracting meditation she finally began to doze off. Just as her body fought to enter solid sleep her mind began to play tricks on her.
Lee.
Anna.
The demon…
Vampires reaching for her.
Vampires ripping out Dean's throat.
Sara standing frozen as he begged her for help.
She gasped as her eyes shot back open and her dry mouth begged her to get up and find water. She moved to the bathroom and washed out her mouth with water form the sink before splashing her face. She took two deep breaths and walked back out, noting that Sam was sound asleep.
She stared at the empty bed beside her.
She wanted so desperately to climb into it and prove that she didn't need him… she didn't need anyone.
But she couldn't.
When she finally surrendered to that she slipped on her warm boots and crossed her arms as she stepped out into the cool air. It was spring and while the breeze wasn't cold, it was enough to send chill bumps down her arm. She took a deep breath and turned towards his door, knowing that he was probably asleep, and that she should have brought her key.
She took a chance and knocked softly, leaning against the door as she heard rustling on the other side. She stood straight as the door opened. She didn't speak as her eyes looked up to his.
He nodded his head and stepped aside to allow her to come in, shutting the door gently behind her. She slipped off her boots and in the dark she turned back to him.
"I don't want to talk." She whispered.
"I don't want you to drown in your own head."
She swallowed, knowing that he was right. She leaned forward until her forehead landed against his warm solid chest. Her lip quivered and she bit down to try and steady it but it was no use. The wall was crumbling and she had lost her grip on it.
"I'm so tired of crying." She sniffled against him. He leaned down until his chin rested on the top of her head. His hands unsure of what to hold onto, he wanted to hold onto all of her, but he didn't want to push when she was finally giving in.
"Sara we all cry."
"I've never seen you shed a tear."
"You've only known me a year, sweetheart."
"It feels like it's been so much longer than that." She whispered as she tucked her arms between their bodies and leaned further into him.
"Yeah, time is weird like that." He chuckled as his arms wrapped around her.
This place.
This was Sara's safety. This was the one place she felt like nothing could touch her. The one place that could fix the hurt. She needed him… and she hated needing anyone.
"I don't want to forget about her."
"You will never forget Anna. She will be a part of your life every day. You don't have to worry about that."
"I… I hadn't realized how long it had been until Lee came back into the picture. I hadn't really thought about it in a while. Then when I had to tell Lee that I left Colorado because of her death, it was like realizing it was real all over again. He actually for a split second looked sad for me… until he wasn't again."
"I'm sorry we didn't leave town the moment we got out of that police station. We should have done better for you."
"And let me live my life wondering when he'd pop up again?... No. It happened the way it did for a reason. As twisted as that sounds."
"Sara. You don't have to feel guilty because you felt relief. We all knew he was a monster as much as the rest of them."
"He was the only monster I knew." She whispered sadly. "He was my monster. The one who haunted my dreams, but no one else's. Back then I was too afraid to face monsters."
"I think you would have surprised yourself. But. I also think that you try too hard to be us. To be calloused and hardened to the job, but you're not Sara. You shouldn't be. I hope you never are because when this job becomes easy then you know you're too far gone to do anything else."
She swallowed again, remembering how swiftly and easily he slaughtered so many vampires. How he was so comfortable doing it… how he was so comfortable with killing Lee.
"Let's go to bed." He sighed as he pulled her towards the bed. She laid with her face buried against him, his leg wrapped around hers and his arm holding her I place.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"For what?"
"For fighting so hard to keep you and Sam out of my head."
"Old habits die hard… we see through it sweetheart."
Sara's eyes watered again as she moved and wrapped both of her arms around his neck to lock them in place. She unclenched her jaw for the first time in days and let out a shaky breath, letting herself feel that fear. That pain. She just hoped that he would let her fall apart and never mention it again.
Dean stayed silent and just pressed her tighter against him when he felt like she wasn't getting in a good breath. He stayed awake until she had finally fallen asleep, her arms now loose enough that he pulled free of them. She shifted and turned in her sleep. Dean threw his arm around her and drifted to sleep as well.
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"Hey. Check this out." Sam said pointing to a flyer at a gas station in town.
"Estate sale." Sara mumbled. "You think cursed objects is more likely now, huh?"
"Starting to seem that way. Like you said, we need to find out where they came from. Says here the sale was a few weeks ago."
"Let's go check the place out, see if there's anything left."
"Yeah. Go tell Dean, I'm gonna hit the head."
Sara wandered back over to the impala and leaned against it looking at Dean.
"Hey." She smiled.
"Hey.
"Sam found a flyer for an estate sale a few weeks ago, if its cursed objects that could be where they came from. You good to drive over and check it out?"
"Sure."
"You feeling better today?"
"Yeah." She grinned. "Dean."
She paused as he looked up to her, not knowing exactly what it is she wanted to say.
"You're staring." He teased with an eyebrow raised.
"I just don't know how to tell you how much I appreciate you, the words thank you don't seem like enough."
"Don't say them then, you don't have to. We're on this crazy ride together. There will be a time when I'll need you just as much as last night."
"I'll be there."
Sam stood in the gas station a little longer, watching them stare at each other. He shook his head and chuckled, wishing they would just come clean to each other and stop avoiding the truth. He walked out and the three of them made their way to a property just on the outskirts of town.
"Wow." Sara breathed noting the amount of junk in the front yard.
"Sara don't touch anything. Not even a door knob. Understand?" Dean insisted as they climbed out.
"Yep."
She watched as Sam and Dean slipped on leather gloves.
"Are those anti curse gloves or something?"
"Just leather." Sam grinned. "It won't protect us from a curse but it will keep us from having to touch the dirt and germs. "
"Nice." She giggled in return. They walked up to the door, which was not locked and slightly open.
"That's never a good sign." Dean sighed as he pushed it open. When they stepped in the home was filled with things from wall to wall.
"Sara." Dean looked back.
"Yeah. I know… Don't touch anything." She said as she spun in a circle.
They all took turns exploring the house, Sara was drawn to the windows. She leaned down and something caught her eye.
"Salt." She whispered. She moved to touch it but pulled back. Then she walked over to the rug in the foyer. A devil's trap is hidden underneath.
"Sam." She called out. "Dean."
"Yeah?" Sam called back quickly coming around the corner. When he saw what she was looking at his eyes followed to the devil's trap and confusion covered his face.
"What's wrong?" Dean said coming in the room.
"Who the hell owns this place? Are they a hunter?" Sara asked him.
"I don't know. But if they are- then we've definitely got some cursed objects lying around in here."
"Could have been a dealer." Sam suggested.
"A dealer?" Sara asked.
"Yeah. People buy and sell occult objects and things for spells. It's a pretty small market but its very lucrative and specific if you know the right buyers."
"Great."
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Sara chewed on a French fry sitting next to Sam and watching over his shoulder as he tried to track down more information on who owned the property. Dean sat across from them enjoying his bacon cheeseburger. Sara's phone buzzed on the table and caught his attention. He watched as she picked it up in confusion, and then grinned. Typing a message before her eyes looked around the room.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Uh. Firefighter guy says he got some information. Said he's here."
Just as Sara finished talking her eyes met his as he stood at the diner's counter to pick up his to-go order. He smiled at her and she couldn't deny it made her smile too.
Sam watched as she stood and walked over to him. Dean purposely NOT watching.
"Am I going to get a name before you disappear on me this time?" She asked crossing her arms.
"Max." He chuckled. "Lt. Max Barton at your service ma'am."
"Well Max, what did you find out?"
"Apparently the guy was digging."
"Digging?"
"Yeah. Bought some old school metal detector and had been digging up holes in his yard for over a week now. I guess he thought someone buried some treasure."
"Hmm. Interesting." Sara nodded. Realizing it must have been another cursed object.
"Hey, did any of the other victims have any odd things laying around, or… something out of the 80's greatest hits?"
"Uhhh.. the apartment chick had some def leopard records hung on the wall." He shrugged. I don't really know other than that.
"Okay.. well. Thank you. For calling." She smiled before turning to walk away now that his order was sitting on the counter in front of him.
"Sara, wait." He said getting her attention.
"How long you in town for?"
"I don't know." She said honestly.
"Uh. If you're still here tomorrow night then you can find me at Bruisers. It's the bar downtown."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"You've got my number now." He said before leaving out the door. Sara shook her head and walked back over to the table.
"So what'd your boyfriend find out?" Dean said not looking at her.
"Lt. Max." She corrected with a slight edge of irritation. "Said that the guy whose yard swallowed him up had been using a metal detector and digging holes in the yard for days. Then he said he remembered the apartment had def leopard records hanging on the wall."
"Why do I feel like we're back in my childhood?" Dean scrunched his face.
"It's the 80's coming back to get you, probably." She deadpanned.
"Okay, okay…" Sam sighed. "Seriously though, the home owner bought this place in the 80s. Looks like he collected a lot of memorabilia. My guess would be he fell victim to one of his own objects or someone ran him out of town. We'll probably never know."
"So what now?"
"We torch the place. Everything in it. It's the only way to be safe."
"What about the objects that are out?"
"We just gotta hope this is the last of them. There's no way to know who got what. Looks like the estate sale was off the record. Just someone trying to make some quick cash."
"Okay. What do we need?"
"Gas. Salt. Matches. All of which we have, but you uh. May wanna check with Lt. Max and make sure there's not some sort of a ban burn going on in town."
"I'm sorry is there something you want to say?" Sara leaned forward, daring him to expose himself in broad daylight, most of her hoping that he would. First Max was a distraction, now he was useful.
"Nope." Dean smiled before shoving the last bite of his burger into his mouth.
"I'll wait for you outside." She said getting up to stand.
"Hey Dean." Sam said as he closed his laptop and sat back. "You should probably tuck that little green thing on your shoulder."
"Shut up, Sam." Dean said getting up next and walking towards the bathroom.
"Idiot."
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"Where do you even find this much salt?" Sara asked walking with the large bag and spilling it across the house as she walked.
"Hardware stores." Dean shrugged dumping gas behind her along the same path.
"Road salt I'm guessing?"
"Yup."
"Are we sure no one will see us out here?"
"Afraid your boyfriend will find out you're into arson?"
"Ha ha. Very funny."
"Okay. That should be good. Head back to the impala, I'll toss the match."
"Okay." She sighed throwing down the bag of salt and moving outside to find Sam, who was throwing various items from the yard onto the porch.
"Hey." He smiled to her.
"Hey."
"You good?"
"Just letting my mind play tricks on me."
"He's jealous." Sam admitted casually.
"What?" She turned to him.
"You heard me. Don't pretend you didn't… and you're doing what you're doing to MAKE him jealous. Not that I'm judging at all, because I'm not. But it's not just your mind playing games, Sara."
"Sam." She whispered. "I can't risk losing everything I have. I can't risk things falling apart if it doesn't work out. I just… it's too complicated."
"Sara, does he make you happy?"
"You both make me happy. You both make me feel safe, but with Dean it's different. I just… I feel like he's the only thing standing between me and every bad thing on earth. He's the reason I can get up in the morning and walk out the door without constantly watching over my shoulder. He makes me happy, but… he's just not something I can lose. Neither of you are."
"You can't tell your heart not to feel something, Sara. It's not going to just go away… you sure you can live with never letting yourself have that? I mean it may be the best decision you ever make."
"Or the worst…"
"Okay we ready?" Dean said jogging out towards them, he turned and scraped a few matches across the pack of them and then tossed it back towards the house. The whole thing erupted into flames starting with the old wooden porch. It went up like timber and soon the entire house was engulfed.
"Let's get out of here." Sam said pulling Sara towards the car.
Once they were inside the car Dean peeled out and took off, they were back to the center of town before they heard the distant start of sirens. Sara swallowed nervously as the familiar fire truck flew past them when she climbed out of the car in the parking lot motel.
"What if they put out the fire?"
"By now most of it is gone, and they'll work to contain the scene before the try and put it out. Should be fine." Sam assured her as she leaned into him.
"You hungry?" She asked noting how late in the night it was now.
"Nahh. Ready to crash."
"We good to claim one room tonight?" Dean asked before picking which door to unlock.
"Maybe." She grinned. "Maybe Sammy and I want a break from your snoring."
"I don't snore, sweetheart." He lifted an eyebrow to accent his devilish grin.
"Suuuuure." She winked walking in past him.
"You wanna roll out in the morning?"
"Umm. I was kind of hoping we could hang in town until tomorrow night. Make sure everything is good. No more objects pop up in the next day or so."
"Sure." Dean shrugged.
"We could use a break for a day, right?"
"Yes. I need to change baby's oil and top off some fluids anyways. Gives me a chance to check her over real good."
"Perfect." Sara said laying down in bed.
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"Well, suns fixing to go down and we don't have anything on the scanner." Sam said leaning back in his chair at the table.
"I'd say we're safe to roll out." Dean agreed.
"Lets, uh… go out tonight." Sara shrugged.
"Go out?"
"Yeah. I mean… I've been trying to be a little more open about when I need a break and I think we could use a night out."
"Sure sweetheart."
"There looked like maybe there was a bar downtown, Bruisers or something?"
"Okay." Sam nodded.
"I'll go get dressed." Sara smiled.
She chewed on her lip, half of her proud that she had set this up so smoothly, the other half shaking its head at her for doing any of it in the first place. What good would making Dean jealous do?
Other than the rush it gives her and the way she gets butterflies when she sees it.
She carefully did her hair and make up, and slid on her favorite Jeans and a pair of cowboy boots with a small solid heel. Her top was light blue, to match the icy shade of her eyes. It hugged in all the right places and she wasn't mad about it.
When she stepped out of the bathroom digging something out of her bag and placing it in her pocket she hadn't noticed the way Dean stopped to stare at her. The way his eyes roamed her body up and down. He pulled his gaze away before she could notice.
"Ready to go?" He asked not looking up from his phone.
"Yep."
Dean climbed in and Sara carefully slid in the front seat and sat between them. Her hand resting on his knee as he drove. He drove himself crazy wondering what she was doing… asking to go out. Getting dolled up. Sitting as close to him as possible and rubbing her thumb across his jeans. He was skeptical… she was never this forward.
When they arrived the bar was busy, but Sara was walking ahead of them in the parking lot, leading them through the doors like she'd been there a dozen times before. Dean watched carefully as she scanned the room.
"I'll get us a table." Sam said sliding past them.
"You wanna drink?" Dean asked her as she moved to follow Sam.
"Sure. Not a beer, get me something fun."
"Fun?" He asked with eyebrows raised.
"Yeah. Fun." She shrugged lightly.
She walked away from Dean in the direction of the table, but when she caught the eye of a certain firefighter at the pool tables she diverted and made her way towards him.
"I wasn't sure you'd show." He said tipping the bottle.
"Me neither, but. I had the night off."
"Good to know. You want a drink?"
"Uh, I got one coming already."
"Oh? Here with someone?"
"Just my partners." She smiled coyly.
"Cool."
"What about you, here alone?"
"Couple of guys from the firehouse over there in the middle of a game."
"Well, I guess I should get my drink. Come find me when a table opens, we'll see if you're any good."
"Won't be too long."
Sara turned and made her way back through the crowd to find Sam and Dean at the table.
"Get lost?"
"Ran into Lt. Max." She shrugged as she picked up her drink. "Mmm. This is good, what is it?"
"Something fun." Dean winked. She smiled and took another drink.
"Well I am going to want another one."
"Pace yourself sweetheart, the thing is full of tequila."
"Ahhh. That would be what makes it fun I'm guessing."
"Probably so."
"Well. I think I'll go for another."
"It's a tequila sunrise, don't let them give you the small glass." Dean smiled as he watched her walk back to the bar.
"What is she doing?" He turned and asked Sam.
"What do you mean?"
"She's up to something… what is it?"
"I'm not getting involved in this." Sam said tipping his beer and drinking it as slowly as possible. Dean turned his attention back to the bar where Sara was perched waiting for her drink. He watched as a man approached her, the same man from the restaurant and the crime scene.
"Lt Max." He mumbled, taking another long drink. "I think I need a refill."
"Dean… don't be an ass." Sam warned.
Dean moved to walk towards them, but then he caught a glimpse of a couple of redheads at the other end of the bar giggling as they took turns looking at him. He smiled, and moved to walk towards them.
"So that table is open if you're ready." Max said, reaching to pay for Sara's drink that had just been laid on the counter.
"Uh, sure." Sara said turning back to the table. "I need to let my partner know."
She got confused when she didn't see Dean and Sam just diverted his eyes from hers, she stood and turned, and that's when she spotted him at the end of the bar between two women with red hair, dresses too tight, and boobs as fake as they were big.
Her body jolted with jealousy. She was angry that her plan was now backfiring on her.
"Sara?" Max said getting her attention.
"Yeah, no let's go. I think he's preoccupied anyways."
She reached down and linked her fingers in his as he led them back to the pool table he reserved for them. She took the pool stick and was careful to dance around the table as playfully as possible. Making sure when she leaned over it her backside was pointed in one of two directions… Dean, or Max.
Dean giggled and flirted, but his eyes constantly dragged themselves to the pool tables across the bar, watching Sara as she leaned against Max and his hands rested on her hips, her back, his arms over hers as he helped her learn a trick shot.
Dean continued to have drink after drink, and Sara wasn't far behind. Only she was much more intoxicated than he was.
Her eyes burned as she looked over and watched as Dean kissed one of the women on the cheek.
"I'm gonna go for another drink."
"Want me to come with?"
"No, no. I'm good. Re-rack and I'll be back soon."
Sara made her way over to the bar and stood in a place where she could be seen, but purposely didn't look over towards Dean only about 15 feet away. Dean saw her standing alone and couldn't resist taking the bait.
"One second ladies, let me check in with my partner."
He made his way over to the stool next to where Sara stood.
"You know." He said getting her attention as she turned to face him. "You were right. We needed a night out, I'm glad we came."
"Having fun?" Sara asked with narrowed eyes and a tight smile as she turned her entire body to face him.
"Oh yeah, I think I may get lucky with the double mint twins over there. How about you? Lt. Max trying show you his fire hose?"
"Maybe I asked him to teach me how to get such a good grip on a big hose like his." Sara teased as she leaned forward, her lips only inches away from his as she spoke.
"Well. Guess it's a good thing we've got two rooms booked, huh?" Dean winked as he stood and made his way back over to the women waiting for him. He leaned in and kissed one of them, his hand reaching out to the other. Sara turned to the bartender.
"Shots. Tequila."
"How many?"
"Until I say stop." She winked at him.
Sam watched as she down two and stood walking over to her.
"Sara, what are you doing?" Sam asked leaning down over her.
"I'm having a good time. I'm getting drunk. And then I'm gonna go fuck the firefighter." She slurred.
"Sara… you're getting sloppy. You and Dean have got to stop screwing with each other like this. You're both pushing it too far."
"Tell him that!" She argued as she downed the last one and left going back to the pool tables.
She stumbled slightly as she met Max at the table.
"You good?" He asked, noting she was much more intoxicated now than she was half an hour ago when she walked away.
"Yup." She smiled. "I uh… I wanna dance." She said looking over to the dance floor where about a dozen people had gathered, she pulled him towards them and he followed, his hands on her hips as she swayed them back and forth. She leaned against him and as they spun her eyes locked onto Dean's. She pulled back slightly and eagerly pressed her lips against his. He kissed her back, but he pulled away after only a minute or two.
"Sara. You're wasted. You want me drive you somewhere?" He asked as he stood, helping to hold her steady on her feet.
"No… I wanna dance." She mumbled, but her eyes kept darting between him and Dean. Max sighed as he turned to follow her gaze. He turned back to her and gave her a small smile.
"I don't know why you aren't dancing with him instead, but its pretty obvious to me that you should figure that out. Do you want me to drive you back to your motel?"
She looked up to him with a sad smile.
"I'm sorry… you deserved better than me tonight."
"I had fun."
"I'll just go find Sam, he'll get us back safe. Promise."
"C'mon." He said as he reached down and laced his fingers in hers, walking her towards Sam. He stopped as they approached the table and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
"Get her back safe." Max smiled and nodded to Sam.
"I will." Sam smiled back. Max left and Sara stood watching him until he was out the door.
Dean watched as well, but tried not to be obvious about it.
"Sara, you ready to go?" Sam asked. She turned back to him, drunk and stubborn.
"No. I'm going to dance."
"Sara." Sam sighed. "You don't have to do this."
"I'm fine." She insisted as she stumbled her way back towards the music. She danced alone for a few minutes, but shortly someone wrapped their hands over hers and snaked around her waist. She turned to the man who had approached her and turned towards him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck where it meets her shoulder and began to suck on it. She moaned lightly and her eyes fluttered closed.
"Let's get out of here." He mumbled against her skin, she opened them again and they landed directly on Dean, who's face was red hot at the thought of a stranger touching her.
"Let's go." She said turning away from him and following him through the crowded bar. Her instincts began to pull at her, telling her to stop as they reached the front door and he moved to lead her outside.
"Wait." She said. "I. I don't think so… I want to go with Sam."
She moved to walk back towards Sam's table but was jerked backwards and the man squeezed her wrist.
"Let's go." He growled as he licked his tongue along her jaw line.
"Get off me." She mumbled and pulled back against him, he let go and she smacked against the wall behind her, but when she looked up she realized he hadn't let go.
Dean stood over him as he laid on the ground knocked out.
"Dean." She whispered. He turned towards her and pushed a hand behind her shoulder.
"Let's go. Now."
The tone in his voice wasn't soft, he was angry.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" He yelled as they got out of the bar and around the side of the building where Sara leaned back against the cool brick.
"What?!"
"I mean are you that fucking drunk or are you just that damn stubborn!"
"Go to hell!" She yelled back, moving to walk towards the car.
"Been there already." He replied harshly. She stopped dead in her tracks realizing what she had just said, now she was angry at herself as well as him. She flipped back around and stomped as she reached him and threw her finger in his face.
"You have plans tonight! Go back inside and get your whores!"
"What like you were gonna do with the firefighter?!" He challenged stepping even closer to her.
"Why do you care."
"Why do you…"
"I don't." She insisted.
"You sure about that?" Dean asked stepping even closer, Sara took steps back until her back was against the brick again, but Dean didn't stop. He kept moving towards her.
Sara's entire body was on fire.
"You keep us in town so you could come see him?" He asked.
"Maybe."
"You just needed an easy fuck or you trying to make me jealous?"
She was taken back at how boldly he called her out. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak.
"Well Dean." She finally mustered. "I am human after all, and we all need to scratch that itch sometimes. I'm sure you can understand that."
"So you pick some random douche bag in the bar?!"
"Well who else was I going to pick because you turn me down every time!" She yelled standing off the wall and this time it was Dean who took a step back. His heart pounded against his chest.
"So you did remember." He mumbled out loud, panic crossed Sara's face as she realized what she had just confessed to. "You remember all of it don't you."
"Yes, fine! Okay I remember all of it… every time you said no." She said while her eyes began to water.
"You- you think I said it because I didn't want to?" Dean asked shocked.
"If you wanted it, you would have said something. If you wanted it… you wouldn't have lied about it the first time."
"Lied about it?!" He got louder as he spoke. "Sara I was trying not to put you on the spot! I figured eventually you'd say something while you were sober, but no. You have to be drunk off your ass to want to be with me!"
"That's not true!" She yelled back.
"Oh its not?!"
"Why haven't you made a move then?!" She shot back at him. He turned and spun, pulling his hand down his face.
"I didn't know if you wanted to." He finally blurted as he turned back towards her.
"Well I didn't think you wanted to!" She threw her hands up at him.
"So what then we both want to?!" He shouted.
"Well I guess so!"
Dean pushed himself forward and grabbed her face between his hands as he melted his lips against hers. She was greedy, sliding her tongue against his bottom lip and demanding more from him. They stumbled backwards against the wall, Sara grabbing at every inch of him that she could get her hands on. Dean reached down and pulled her legs up, allowing her to wrap them around him as they continued to grab for one another like the world would end if they let go.
Dean moved his mouth from hers as he let her drag air into her lungs, he moved to her jaw, her neck, working his way down to her shoulder. She wove her fingers into the short hair on the back of his neck and pulled slightly as she whimpered.
"Dean. Please." She begged.
"Here?" He asked her pulling away for only a second before finding her other shoulder and working his way up this time.
"Anywhere. Please… don't say no."
"Not tonight, Sweetheart." He hummed against her ear, his hot breath causing her to twitch with need under his grasp. He pulled her away from the wall but held her in place against him as they made the short walk to the car. Dean fumbled with the keys as he pressed her back against the door and the coldness of the glass against her back made her arch into him even further.
"I gotta drive." He mumbled, his lips finding hers again.
"In a minute."
Sara wrapped her arms around his neck as she pressed her body as close to his as she could, her breasts rubbing against his chest. He reached down and began to trace down her chest with his mouth. He nipped at the soft skin and pulled against it with his teeth.
"Dean… now. Here." She begged him again. Dean unlocked the car and squeezed her ass before letting her drop her feet to the ground and opening the car door, he slid into the middle of the front seat and pulled Sara in with him. She crawled into his lap and straddled him, reaching down and undoing the button and zipper on her jeans before reaching up and doing the same to his. Their lips pulling at each other the entire time.
Dean broke away only long enough to reach down and lifter her shirt off and leave her in her bra. His eyes looked back and forth between each breast and then up to her. She gave him the most seductive grin he'd ever seen a woman give in his entire life as she reached up and undid the small clasp between the cups of the breast, letting it fall open slowly before sliding it off her shoulders.
"That is… so hot." He breathed heavily looking between them at the small mock diamond jewelry on either side of her nipples.
"How hot?" She teased grinding against his lap.
"So hot."
His eyes rolled back and fluttered shut as she reached down and grabbed the hard bulge against his jeans. She squeezed it gently and Dean made noises she had only ever heard in her dreams. He pulled her against him and buried his mouth against her breasts, going from one to the other as he sucked and licked until she was squirming and whining against him.
He flipped them so that she was laid in the seat and he hovered over her. She pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and he sat up and pulled it the rest of the way, leaving only his t-shirt. Sara quickly grabbed at that as well and pulled it over his head. He leaned down and let his warm chest press against her now sensitive breasts and watched as she threw her head back slightly.
The sight was enough to make him want to cum right then and there, but he wanted more. He wanted to watch her writhe underneath him until the sun came up. He continued to suck at her neck while his hand slid between them and pulled at her jeans, making sure they were down far enough for what he wanted.
She moaned as his fingers glided across her lower stomach, and teased against the hem of her underwear. Every time she got a little bit louder he reached his finger under the fabric a little bit further.
"Mmmm… you want it bad don't you?" He teased with his mouth against hers while his fingers gently began to glide over the wet slit down the center. Sara's breathing increased and her head went back as her body arched into his touch, pushing the tip of his finger further down.
"Easy now." He mumbled against her ear as he slid the rest of his hand underneath the wet fabric and allowed his middle finger to dip between her lips.
"Dean…" She moaned as he made it to the top and began to spin slow circles against her.
A knock on the window and a flashlight caused them both to jump, Dean pulled his hand back and grabbed his shirt to cover Sara's body from whomever was outside their vehicle. Dean squinted as the flashlight landed in his eyes. When it finally moved to the side he noted the man in a police uniform using the other end of it to tap on the window again.
Dean leaned over and rolled it down.
"Evening officer." He grinned with slight guilt for being caught.
"Are you 21?
"Much Older."
"Her?"
"Not quite as old as him but older." Sara giggled, the alcohol still flushing through her system.
"Then quit acting like horny teenagers and take your asses home, this is a public parking lot."
"Yes sir." Dean nodded slightly. The officer rolled his eyes as he walked away and Dean rolled the window back up.
"Well." He sighed as he hovered over her, she gripped his shirt against his chest as she giggled slightly at the though of being caught naked in a car like she was 17 again. "Guess we should take this part back to the motel, huh?"
"Anywhere. Just don't change your mind." Sara answered, a slight edge of anxiety behind the second part of her statement.
He leaned down and kissed her eagerly, rubbing himself against her and letting her moan into his mouth.
"Sweetheart, I'm just getting started."
