Smell

By 7sTar

Author's Notes: Thank all you guys, maybe I'm over cared about reviews (/blushing), blame me because I'm a jackaroo .

Category: Drama/Humor/ Supernatural

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam and Dean, I just write this for fun. Please don't sue me.

Chap8 "Where Are You?"

"You're back!" Swee gave him a big smile when Sam pushed the door open.

"Is Dean home?" Sam walked into the room, frowned at her, "Why both of you powered off your cell phones?"

"Yeah, he's sleeping," Swee grinned pointing him to the bedroom, "My phone's just short of electricity."

"As I expected," Sam rolled his eyes. He moved over to the bedroom, slightly pushed open the door, saw Dean lying in the bed with his face buried in the pillow.

"Dean," he called out but his brother made no answer and movements. Sam shrugged, walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him, "Big sleepy head!"

Sam walked over to Swee who was about to take a shower, "Did you find something wrong?"

"No, nothing," the girl shook her head, "And you?"

"Nothing," Sam shrugged staring at her, "But it's weird, isn't it?"

"What weird?"

"It didn't come. I feel so uneasy because it's too abnormal." Sam scratched his shaggy hair; his blue-green eyes had no place to focus.

"Take it easy, Sammy, you're nervous." Swee grinned and entered the bathroom, "I made some sandwich for you."

Sam had no appetite, in fact he didn't feel hungry though his last meal was twenty hours ago. "Why one's sleeping like a log and the other's busy taking her shower in such razor-edge?" The young man lay on the sofa with his feet on the tea table, thinking with his eyes closed. He couldn't tell if he was awoken or not. He saw Dean stood in big water, not alone, with Jessica; there's light green smoke circling around them, the color of their eyes reflected no light – they seemed LOST. Sam tossed, laid his right hand on his brows trying to wake up from the dream. Then suddenly he heard Swee screaming in the bathroom, Sam jerked up, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

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"I feel breathless," Dean snapped. He could feel his face turning pale and stiff with the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead. He never would have guessed he would be in such damn situation, "I must get out of here."

"No way," stated Rachael, equally as emotionless, "Just wait."

"Wait for death? The smoke will kill me!" Dean shouted brandishing his clenched fists in the heavy air, "I prefer fight, prefer conflict! I hate tricks! I must break the damn space!"

"Wish I could help you, but I've used up my power to help Sam and Swee."

"What the hell did you do to them?" Dean crazily grabbed Rachael's arms, shaking her body, "W-h-a-t h-a-p-p-e-n-e-d to S-a-m?"

"I led them to find Grace's body."

"Grace?"

"She's a carrier. Sara suborned a Willey to carry out her trick."

"Whatever," Dean frowned, wrapping his arms tighter around himself, "I'm not interested in your trickery."

"OK, straight out. We know what you guys are. Sara wanna steal her power and take her life."

"Good, you know us well." Dean sneered, arched his eyebrows, "What's next?"

"She can steal the spirits of you and Sam if she can get your kisses then we can live in the world in your guys' appearances."

"She thought Sam and I both loved Sweetie?" Dean smirked,"She's running a risk."

"But she almost succeeded, did she?" Rachael smirked back, "You're sure Sam can resist it? Sweetie is so hot and so cute!"

"The one laughs at last is the best." Dean said, "Tell me how to break the curse."

"Love!"

"Love?"

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"Are you ok?" Sam rushed into the bathroom found Swee was banding her right hand, the shampoo scattered everywhere flowing to the sewer along with the water. He picked up the shampoo and put it on its original place.

"Nothing," she made a smile to him, "My hand got burnt by the hot water."

"You'd be careful," Sam bent over to help her rise up, held her in his chest, "You cut your hand in the woods, right?"

"Yeah," Swee nodded then leant her head against his shoulder.

"You scared me so much right now," Sam pressed his jaw on the top of her head.

"Really?" She grinned, raised her hand at his chin, "Sam, if..." But she was cut off by his yelling, "Who are you?" He pushed her away, "You're not Sweetie!"

"What's wrong, Sam? I'm Sweetie!"

"No, you're not! Where is she?" Sam yelled out, fire reflecting in his eyes.

"How did you know it? " Swee's voice changed into shrillness, like sharp knife scratching the metal, "You and Dean are so incisive! I'm sure there's no corpse smell with me any more."

"The shampoo, I know what her hair should smell like." Sam stepped backwards, And another thing she didn't cut her hand at all. "

"I envy her; you boys both care her so much!" She sneered, "But if I can't get what I want, all of you must die!"

"What have you done to her and my brother?" Sam turned back, rushed out of the bathroom and ran over to the bedroom. "Dean!" There's no one in the bed when he pushed the door open. "Where's Dean!" Sam shouted out at the monster which was now standing behind the sofa staring at him with triumphant beam on her face.

"Some place, waiting for you!" She said throwing out her long tongue to circle around Sam's neck, laughing, "You're weak, boy." She winded her tongue tighter which made Sam breathless and his face turned into black.

"Don't be so arrogant, bitch!" With the fulmination, Swee appeared from the door and flied her knife at Sara, who turned her eyes back at Swee and the knife in her shoulder, "Honey? You supposed to be dead!"

"Oh, sorry, Willey's not an idiot as you thought." Swee yelled and flipped over Sara' head pulling the knife out in passing, landed on the sofa then ran to Sam thrusting her knife into Sara's tongue and cut it, "You make me sick! Get out of my looks!"

Before the green blood burst out and Sara reacted Swee had pushed aside Sam who's tearing down the remaining tongue on his neck, handed a pistol to him, "Are you ok? Where's Dean?"

"Baggage!" Sara cursed raising her green-blood eyes at them, laughed out, "He's lost. He'll be swallowed by the dark, cold and horror. And you two, will also."

"Lost?" Sam blinked thinking of his nightmare, "Where is he?" He shouted out shooting at her.

"I said you're weak!" Sara looked down at the bullets piercing her body, "I'll send you to see him!" She flied to them with sabre rattlings, green smoke shot up from her eyes.

"You bitch!" Swee jumped, punctured her heart with her knife and at the same time Sam rolled on the floor shooting her again.

"You're killing yourself," Sara laughing grabbed Swee's wrist and drew the knife out, green blood on it, "Save your bullets and knife, they're no use." She turned back the knife to Swee.

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Sorry guys, I can't describe the fighting scene more wonderful, so just imagine

it by yourself.