Chapter Twenty – Search For Amy
"So you and Jezebel were born in Italy?" Amy asked softly.
Tobias sat on a blue cushioned bench by the window. It was close to five o'clock now. The sky seemed to get darker too fast. He peered down at the people rushing to find ways to get home.
"Yes," he responded plainly.
Amy nodded slowly. "So…I guess you've seen a lot…"
He didn't look at her. "I've been around. Seen a lot of amazing things. Watched horrible events…"
"So…" Amy continued. "You were a doctor?"
"During both world wars," Tobias explained. "And the Korean War. Jezebel didn't like that. She had to be where I was. I wanted to help. She took a job as a nurse. But with her special talents…she found a way of never really working. She just wanted to stay close to me."
Amy was unsure of how to say anything else. For someone who wanted to live forever, he was oddly brave to want to help wounded soldiers during war.
"I watched the Eiffel Tower being built…" Tobias smiled to himself. "I was there when it was completed. Jezebel would be off with one of her men…I'd watch and admire."
Amy sighed. "I've always wanted to see the Eiffel Tower. And Big Ben. And the Houses of Parliament. The London Bridge. Stonehenge. The churches in France. The Leaning Tower of Pisa."
"You're an artist," Tobias noted with a small chuckle.
She cocked her head to the side. "Not really…just an admirer. I'm an art history professor. I went to Greece for a week-and-a-half before. Beautiful place. I've never had the time to go anywhere else."
"You and I could go wherever, whenever…" Tobias smiled. "We could travel the world. See everything. See every painting, every sculpture, and every form of architecture…to see the skies and the nights in all the different places…"
It was a nice thought.
Amy smiled at the Tempter.
"No…" she whispered. "I'm sorry."
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Jezebel smiled at Sam as the two drove in the Impala. She suggested a nice restaurant. Sam followed her directions through downtown until they came to a place called Evening Rose.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
"Yes, very light on the basil," Jezebel asked the waiter with a seductive smile, "and extra chicken with the pasta, okay?"
The waiter gave the beautiful woman a grand smile.
"And you, sir?" he asked Sam plainly.
The restaurant was nice. The lights were dim and they had illuminated paintings of waterfalls and forests. People ate quietly and the music in the background played quietly. The two of them sat in a white-cushioned booth. Sam sat as far across from Jezebel as he could.
"I'm not hungry," Sam said finally.
Jezebel threw him a glance. The waiter nodded and left.
"You know," Jezebel asked, "you should eat. A man should eat. Keep his strength up."
Sam leaned in closer over the table. "Where is she?" His tone was threatening again.
"All in good time, my love," Jezebel whispered. She tried to touch his face but Sam backed away.
Jezebel shook her head and sighed. "You really are making this difficult." She drank her water. "Amy is fine. She will be fine. She will always be fine. You just have to cooperate like a good pup…" She smiled devilishly. "And you and Amy will always be just fine…"
"How can you expect me to go through with this?" Sam barked quietly. "Amy is one of my oldest, closest childhood friends. She's involved with my brother. She doesn't want this. Neither do I."
"You'll change your mind," she smiled. "They always do."
Jezebel licked her teeth and leaned over the table again. "I know you Sam…you think I don't…I know you wish you could live the normal life…and you can…with me…and an immortal life is just a plus…you never have to worry…"
Sam's nose flared and he sucked his cheeks in. "Where is she…"
O.O.O.O.O.O.
"Tobias, please…" Amy begged again.
He stayed put on the bench. His eyes were searching the streets.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
John and Younger Sam sat quietly in the car. The fourteen-year-old checked every few seconds that the dagger was still placed safely in his left shoe. His fingers searched through his Converses, and then he relaxed.
They were parked in front of the Forest Hall Hotel.
"Ready, son?" John asked.
He nodded and Younger Sam took in a deep breath.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The receptionist at the desk was reading a novel when John and Younger Sam approached.
John now wore a dark blue jacket over his rigid clothing. Younger Sam remained close to his father's side.
The halls were painted gold and there were fake candles everywhere in the lobby.
Looking up, the receptionist smiled as she ran a hand through her dark curly hair. "Welcome to the Forest Hall. How can I help you?"
"Ah yes," John grinned, "My son and I would like to stay for the rest of the week. Until Sunday. We were wondering if your penthouse has already been occupied."
The woman thought for a moment before going through the computer. "Oh, I'm sorry sir," she shook her head, "the penthouse is already occupied."
"Oh…" John sighed. He looked up hopefully and asked, "Hey, wait, I believe my good friends are staying there. I just remembered…Tobias and Jezebel…"
The woman looked through the computer and shook her head again. "Sorry sir, the owners of the hotel, their relatives are there. No Tobias and no Jezebel."
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The dark green mustang had just pulled into the parking lot of the Monroe when Younger Amy's car phone began to ring.
She sighed before she answered. "Hello?" After a moment, Younger Amy handed the black phone to Dean.
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"Son," John responded from the other end. "It only took five seconds – but the Forest Hall was a negative. She's not there."
Dean gritted his teeth and shook his head. "Alright, the two of you head to the Alexander. We just pulled up to the Monroe. If this isn't the place either, the three of us will head to the Britannica. Be safe and be careful."
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The entrance of the Monroe was simple. They had a few plants in the corners and a clean marble floor. There were a few lamps lined across the walls.
Dean, now dressed in his black suit and tie, approached the front desk with Younger Amy and Dean close behind.
The receptionist behind the desk was just standing when Dean and the others approached.
"Oh," the receptionist muttered in surprise, "welcome to the Monro-"
Dean flashed the fake FBI badge in her face. "Miss, my name is Agent Cody Banks. FBI. These kids behind me," Younger Amy and Dean gave the woman a small smile, "were abandoned by their parents a couple of weeks ago. I have reason to believe they're hiding out in your penthouse. Their names are Tobias and Jezebel. They would probably give fake names."
"Oh," the woman stuttered, "well, umm, Agent Banks…I can escort you to the penthouse if you like."
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Dean had his gun by his side. The receptionist begged that she find the manager but Dean insisted that everything would be okay.
Younger Dean and Amy stayed with the trembling woman as Dean approached the door of the penthouse.
He took in a deep breath as Dean stared at the maroon door.
Turning around, Dean motioned for the others to be quiet.
Amy…please be in there…
With one swift motion, Dean leaped at the door and kicked at it. The door flew opened quickly and Dean entered the penthouse with his gun safely in his hand.
He entered the main living room area and then whirled around as he realized he was being approached from the other side.
An old couple, in their sixties, stared at Dean as they placed a hand over their chests.
Dean lowered his gun and his head hung low.
Amy…
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Jezebel now drank her cup of coffee while Sam continued to glare at her. It was close to six now.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Amy continued to rattle the handcuffs against the bed. "Tobias…please…I don't know how much time we have. Jezebel and Sam can be here soon. Let me go. You can hold Jezebel while Sam and I get out of here. Please…"
Tobias rested his forehead against the window.
"Amy…please…" Tobias begged sadly. "My sister just wants to be happy. I want to be happy…"
"Are you out of your mind!" Amy yelled. "You really think you're in love with me! You knew me for like fifteen minutes!"
Tobias turned around and yelled back, "Whether it's a minute or a year…I KNOW! I know my feelings for you, Amy…" His voice grew softer. "Amy…I've seen inside you. I've seen what went through your head. You're a wonderful, graceful person. You care too much. You worry too much. Your friends and family are your life."
"Which is why you have to let me go," Amy fought back. "We can all figure out a better way."
"Your friends want to send us to prison!" Tobias murmured. "That's a better way?"
Amy pulled at the handcuffs again. "Tobias…please…if you love me…if you truly love me…you'll let me go…you'll let me help my friends…"
"Amy…" Tobias begged. "When you go back to your world…I die…I die alone…"
Amy shook her head sadly. "You're never alone, Tobias. Never."
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Dean hurried back to the mustang. Younger Amy and Dean were waiting patiently for him.
The owner of the hotel and the receptionist of the Monroe stood in the entrance of the hotel as they watched the FBI agent get into the car and drive off.
Dean drove the mustang hurriedly out of the parking lot.
Younger Amy sighed and said, "John called."
"Yeah," Younger Dean replied. "The Alexander was a bust too – the penthouse is infested with silverfish, apparently. We're closer to the Britannica. I told them that we would take care of it and that they should wait in the Impala outside of the building. It'll take them about fifteen-twenty minutes to get there. We can get there in ten."
Dean's hand gripped around the steering wheel as he sped down the street.
Amy…
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Jezebel and Sam walked out of the restaurant together. She forced her hand in his and Sam found himself powerless.
She smiled up at the tall, handsome man before him. Jezebel grinned as the two came to the Impala.
"I think it's time I take you to see your friend now…" she whispered.
Sam sighed.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Tobias stared at Amy sadly.
"It'll be okay, Tobias…I promise…" Amy begged. "I never break a promise. You should know that. Things will work out better this way." She stared at the handcuffs around her wrists and ankles.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The green mustang pulled into the parking lot of the Britannica quickly.
Dean turned around in his seat to stare at the teenagers. "Same plan. Stick with it. Things get crazy – run back to the car ASAP."
Younger Dean and Amy nodded.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The Impala pulled onto the side of the street, a few feet away from the Britannica entrance.
John left the car running.
Younger Sam pointed and said, "I can see Amy's mustang. They're here."
"Okay, Sammy," John whispered. "I'm gonna go and hang around the entrance…you STAY in the car…you see trouble…get in the driver's seat and pull up to the entrance. Got it?"
The fourteen-year-old didn't like the idea of waiting in the car – but his duty was just as important.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The story worked. Agent Cody Banks was escorted by the manager of the Britannica to the penthouse.
Younger Amy and Dean walked several feed behind them. The manager had noticed the odd resemblance between the FBI agent and the abandoned son of Jezebel and Tobias.
Dean stood in front of the penthouse door once more. Gun in hand and heart beating faster than usual.
He prayed silently to himself. Amy…
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The other Impala pulled into the parking lot of the Britannica.
Jezebel didn't notice. But Sam saw the other Impala as he parked the car. He always noticed the dark green mustang.
Don't let her in…think about her…focus on her…
Sam turned the car off. Jezebel turned to him and smiled.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Amy rubbed her wrists sorely. Tobias stood close to her as he finished removing the handcuffs around her ankles. She was happy to be standing beside the bed and not on it.
She smiled up at Tobias.
"Thank you so much…" Amy whispered, for the first time she gave him a real smile.
Tobias smiled back as he touched her arm.
There was a loud crash coming from the living room. Tobias' eyes widened and he and Amy ran out of the bedroom.
Tobias stopped short in the living room. Amy ran out and her eyes widened.
"AMY!" Dean yelled as he pointed the gun at Tobias.
The manager stood outside in the hall and brought a hand to his mouth. "I'm calling the police!"
He ran the other way while the teenagers came to Dean.
Amy jumped in front of Tobias and said, "Guys, its okay-"
Dean didn't listen. He ran to Amy and grabbed her arm.
Tobias stared angrily at Dean and tried to attack him. Dean took the gun in his hand and quickly waved it across the Tempter's head. The gun made contact with the side of his forehead and Tobias fell onto the floor.
"Let's go!" Dean yelled as he grabbed hold of Amy's arm. The four of them ran out of the penthouse quickly. Amy turned for a moment to stare sadly at Tobias who was slowing getting up from the floor.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Jezebel was giggling slightly when she and Sam were walking to the entrance of the hotel.
The Temptress stopped short.
Her eyes stared at the man who stood in front of the doors.
Sam's eyes widened. "DAD!"
Jezebel turned to Sam furiously. "You bastard…" she spat.
Sam left her side and he quickly ran to John. He was alarmed to see the two of them – but then father and son quickly ran into the hotel.
Her hands were gripped to her sides, her fingernails digging into the soft skin of her palms. Her hands were actually bleeding.
Jezebel was no longer looking at the place John and Sam had run in together. Her bright green eyes were focused on the running Impala and the young teenager sitting in the passenger seat.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Dean, Amy, Younger Dean, and Younger Amy were running side by side on the bottom floor when they met with John and Sam.
"Amy!" John and Sam yelled quickly together.
"AMY!" a voice boomed and everyone looked up at the top of the hotel stairs – the penthouse floor. Tobias was leaning over the banister – hand on bloody forehead and eyes on Amy.
"Let's go!" Dean yelled as he remembered the manager mentioning calling the real police.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Younger Sam was about to crawl into the driver's seat when the door swung opened.
He was so surprised and it all happened so fast – the beautiful Temptress entered the car and she gave him a wide grin.
"Hello Sammy…" Jezebel whispered.
He tried to reach for the passenger door handle but Jezebel reached over quickly and her hand gripped his head. Younger Sam's head was then forced against the window. The impact was hard and painful and it left Younger Sam unconscious.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The whole group was now outside of the hotel. Dean kept his arm around Amy as they searched the street.
"Hey…" John noticed. "Where's Sammy? He was supposed to pull the car up…"
Suddenly the Impala pulled up in front of them.
Everyone was mortified to see Younger Sam unconscious in the passenger seat and Jezebel now driving the car. And worse: Tobias had somehow run pass them and was now sitting in the backseat of the Impala.
Jezebel gave a quick smile to Sam as she sped off.
"NO!" Younger Dean yelled.
He took off down the street with everyone close behind him.
They all chased after the Impala as it sped down the street but then took a sudden turn around a corner.
"SAM!" Younger Dean yelled. "SAM! YOU BASTARDS! BRING HIM BACK!"
"SAM!" Younger Amy sobbed and she buried her face into Older Sam's shoulder.
Everyone stopped in the street. Sirens could be heard in the background.
"SAM!" John yelled as he continued his way down the street.
No one knew what to do. Amy had been rescued. And now Younger Sam had been taken.
They were all scattered in the street – Sam held Younger Amy in his arms. Amy and Dean kept close together and John and Younger Dean kept running down the street.
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