This was the most boring thing that Sam had ever done in his entire life.
"Move my pawn two steps forward. The one on E."
Sams thumb swept over the screen to move the pawn, scanning the board for his own move. "Pawn to D 3." he murmured.
There were two floors between them as well as a lot of silver, wood, iron, and salt and it was rubbing against him in the worst way. They were close enough to talk to one another mentally but other than that, there was no communication to prevent any suspicion.
Hence why they were playing a game of chess on Sam's phone with Sam moving the pieces for the both of them.
"Pawn forward one, the one on A."
He had been excused to his room shortly after everyone had arrived, citing the need to gather himself properly after a surprise demon attack. Ellen had been too busy with her comatose and wounded daughter to pay attention to him, John had gone downstairs; and that was taking him the most, that he was right there in front of Dean and neither of them could do anything about it.
Yet.
Bobby seemed to be torn about it but let Sam go, trying to hold onto him for a few seconds longer. He seemed to be getting paternal on him and it made Sam rolled his eyes.
The man hadn't even known him for two weeks and he was already acting like this, it made no sense to Sam or Dean, once he had told him about it, the man wore his heart on his sleeve and it was going to end up with him being stabbed in said heart.
"Knight H 3. What's he doing down there?"
"He just keeps saying my name, he's starting to get annoyed and he keeps talking. I stopped listening. The girl isn't going to wake up right? Pawn up one, D."
Sam twirled the small vial of blood between the fingers in his free hand, smirking at the sight of it.
A vial filled with Jo's blood and a simple spell resulted in a powerful binding and ensuring that the little girl wasn't going to wake up any time soon and spill the beans about what she had seen.
No point in ruining the fun just yet.
"No, I've taken care of it. Pawn to F 3. What's happening now?"
"Bishop across to 4. Singer is here, I think they're talking about an exorcism. That's going to be a pain in the ass."
"It's not going to work." Sam pointed out. "It's been tried before and nothings happened. Knight to F 4."
"Doesn't mean that it's not going to give me a headache. Pawn eats knight and I know you gave me that easy win."
"Pawn to E 3, you deserve some kind of win right now." Sam said. "Don't get used to it, I still kick your ass in regular games."
"You can kick my ass all you want in chess, I own your ass in every other way. Pawn eats pawn."
"I'm going easy because I'm bored as hell here Dean." Sam said, shaking his head. He frowned when Dean went silent. "Dean?"
"I'm here, just listening to the wonder twins here. They want to try a higher form of exorcism."
Sam tightened his grip on the phone, trying to calm his nerves. "Is it going to hurt you?" he asked.
"No more than the other one, but apparently Winchester got something else up his sleeve. He's got a Kurdish knife."
"That could be a problem." Sam said, feeling his stomach drop hard at the thought of it. "It might hurt us, it might kill us, we don't know. Winchester seemed to know about it, I didn't think he actually had it."
"Yeah I know. I'm just watching them right now, chess can wait. Apparently he was keeping it a secret, he got it from some other hunters and just pulled it out now. Even Singer is surprised."
Sam chewed on his lower lip. "You need me to come downstairs?"
"Your cover might be blown if you-"
"I don't give a damn about my cover if it means that you might get hurt." Sam interrupted him, almost snarling the words. "Dean."
He could almost hear his brother sighing. "I know, I know Sammy." there was a pause for a few moments that Sam swore his heart stopped beating. "They're starting the exorcism."
Sam moved at that, sliding his phone back into his pocket and going down the stairs. He glanced at Jo who was still unconscious on the couch and went down further, going down into the panic room.
He stayed in the shadows, not wanting to rush in just yet despite how much his fingers were twitching to get into the whole scene.
Dean had his eyes blackened over again and was staring at the three of them nonchalantly, hands in his pockets. He knew immediately that Sam was there but made no movement of giving it away.
"What did you do to her?" he heard Ellen demand. "She's not waking up, what did you do?"
Deans only answer was a smirk but otherwise didn't say anything.
"What did you do to her you son of a-"
"Ellen stop, you're not going to get any answers from it." Bobby injected. "Lets just get rid of it and then we can focus on Jo."
Winchesters hand was gripping a knife, Sam could sense the power radiating from the knife even from where he was standing and he hated how much power there was, but his hand was shaking.
"If you're not going to do it then I will." Ellen said, glaring at John. "Give me the knife."
Winchester breathed out heavily, not looking away from Dean. "No."
"So you're just going to hold it and let it sit there prettily?" Ellen asked, her voice harsh. "He's hurt my daughter! He's killed so many people! He might've killed my husband! Give me the knife!"
"No."
He heard Dean scoff at that and the very sound made John flinch slightly.
"Does he want to kill me or is he remembering paternal feelings all of a sudden?"
Sam narrowed his eyes and straightened himself, trying to be ready for anything that would happen.
But what happened next was something neither he nor Dean expected, Winchester spoke at that moment.
"Where is Mary?"
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