Women and Winchesters
I do not own any of the things you recognize (aka Dean and Sam). I do own Erin, Mary, and Holly though.
Chapter 7
Sam was in the bar, talking to Mary. She seemed nice, in fact she was nice. He was almost positive that she wasn't evil. But there was one more test.
"Cristo," he muttered, after Mary finished telling him about her college schooling.
"What," Mary asked.
"Nothing. I've got to find my brother, but it was nice meeting you," he smiled and stood up.
Maybe, just maybe, she would let him off the hook. She did before.
"Sam, I think they went… well, downstairs."
"Downstairs," Sam repeated questioningly, looking slightly confused.
"Yeah," she said standing up too, "It's the backroom, but downstairs."
"Oh. Well… I still need to get him."
He started to walk toward the staircase, when she grabbed his arm.
Sam turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed, but she held on to Sam with a death grip.
"Mary?"
He could see the agony in her face, the pain.
"Sam," she said, as if he wasn't there. "Sam?"
"Mary, are you okay?"
She opened her eyes, ten times wider then before.
"Are you okay," he asked again, more concern in his voice.
"I said I was psychic before right?"
She sat down and looked at her hands.
"Yea" Sam said, sitting down next to her with concern showing in his face.
He watched her, he studied her. He won't take his eyes off her.
"I saw something."
"What?"
"Your brother, my friend."
She looked him straight in the eyes, fear oozing out of them.
"I saw Dean and Erin downstairs. She tried to kiss him and he stabbed her."
"Fuck," Sam thought, "At least he killed her. That danger's over"
"Oh," he said, careful not to sound like this type of thing happened all the time, "What else?"
"Well, he walked upstairs and a girl came by him. They went back downstairs. They started to…."
Mary looked at her hands. She almost sounded embarrassed to say it.
"To?"
"Take off their clothes."
"Oh."
"Then she did something."
"What?"
"I don't know I didn't see that part. But he went limp and fell over the coffee table. Blood was going all over it."
"I-I've got to go. Stay up here and don't let anyone downstairs."
Sam ran toward the stairs. Nothing could stop him from saving Dean.