Chapter Twenty-Two – Several Links
Dean had just removed his shirt when he noticed Amy coming out of the bathroom. She had been in the shower for at least an hour. She wore her silky blue robe and her wet hair damped her shoulders. Amy used her fingers to comb through the wet strands and she looked down at the floor to see Dean getting his air mattress/bed ready. He wore baggy black sweats and tossed his white dress shirt to the side.
She tried to give him a smile but Dean could only give her a small grin back. He lied back in bed and rested his hand beneath his head. His eyes focused on the ceiling. Amy cocked her head at him playfully and skipped toward the air mattress. She knelt down and balanced on her knees as the air mattress bobbed from side to side. Tucking her hair behind her ears, Amy playfully pouted, "Are you still upset that I didn't like your rescue mission?"
He pursed his lips out and shrugged. "As long as you're here and okay, that's fine…you're okay right? We could just forget about Sammy and go save precious Tobias."
Amy tilted her head to the side. She relaxed a bit and sat on her bent legs. She leaned over to try and place a hand on Dean's arm but he turned from her. Amy narrowed her eyes at him and she smiled.
Dean was surprised when Amy suddenly threw herself over his chest. His hands reached around her waist as Amy quickly leaned down to his face. Her lips met his and Dean didn't pull away. He touched her face as the two embraced once more. Amy's hand rested on his bare chest and Dean's hands began to roam along her back and waist. As the two slowly pulled apart, their eyes never left and Amy tilted her head to kiss Dean's neck and then his cheek. She stared down at him as her wet hair curtained their faces. He touched her face again – enjoying the fact that she was back in his arms.
She moved so she was beside him now. Her head rested on his chest and Dean lifted his head slightly to kiss her wet head. Amy's fingers traced over the smooth lines of his abs. She looked up at him and Amy whispered, "I knew you would come to my rescue."
There was a pause at first. Dean looked back to the ceiling. He was never good with the whole 'emotional thing.' In whatever relationship he had in the past, he learned how easy it was for him to block people out. His moment with Amy back in the woods was a rare occasion. Dean knew this type of moment was coming back.
That smile appeared on his face and Dean sighed, "Just another day in the life of a hunter." He stared at Amy and leaned over to kiss her quickly on the lips. "And a plus."
Amy licked her lips as she continued to stare into Dean's face. "You know…" she crooned with a small smile. "I couldn't help but feel…I felt everything from the moment I was kidnapped to the moment you saw me in the hotel…in the beginning you were terrified and desperate…and then you were glad, overfilled with joy, relieved…" She shrugged and asked, "After all this…did it give you any idea of where we are, yet?"
Us…Dean thought groggily.
"Amy…" Dean whispered. "Do we have to talk about this now?" He tried to hide the yawn that was about to erupt from his throat and mouth. "Everything's been so hectic lately…you get kidnapped…Sammy gets kidnapped…and now…"
"I know this isn't the right time," Amy admitted weakly. "Just…I just wanted to know. I want to make sure that when we get back to 2005 and you drop me off home…are you just going to be that guy that drives away all the time…or can I look pass that?"
Dean stared at her oddly. "Where is this coming from all of a sudden?"
She shrugged again. "Tobias was trying to make a point on how I would be better off with him…traveling the world…seeing my favorite places…but I told him I didn't want that…I told him…I told him I had you…"
You have me…Dean blinked.
Amy sighed. "We've only been 'together' for a coupla days…I just want to know what's happening two weeks from now…a month from now…"
"Amy-"
He's playing this game again, Amy thought, the same ol' Dean Winchester. Anything serious comes up and he tries to change the subject.
"Forget it," Amy chuckled. She sat up from the bed. Dean blinked at her questionably.
"Amy-"
"I'm gonna go and talk to Sam outside, I'll be back soon, I'm exhausted."
"Amy-"
She bent down quickly to kiss him. Dean tried to kiss her back but it all ended too soon. Amy stood up, still wet, and made her way to the back porch doors.
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Sam was slumped in his seat as he stared at the night sky. His foot tapped against the patio as his hands were tucked into the pockets of his hoodie.
He turned and noticed a wet woman whose breath was evident against the cold atmosphere.
"If you stay out here, you'll get pneumonia," Sam laughed.
"If I stay in there I'm gonna kick Dean," Amy whined, she turned to the youngest brother, "really hard. I mean it."
Sam laughed and shook his head. "I mean it – get inside – you can't fight evil tomorrow if you're coughing up a lung."
"I'll throw it at Dean," Amy murmured.
"Let's focus on throwing things at the Tempters…and not Dean," Sam grinned. Amy couldn't help but smile back. The Winchesters were known for their smiles. Dean had the award-winning-charming-James-Bond smile that could win any girl's affection. Sam had the angelic-sweet makes-anyone-happy smile.
Amy stared into the dark back woods and looked up toward the sky.
"Sammy's okay…" Amy whispered a moment later. "The Tempters won't hurt him. Tobias will make sure of that. He's in good hands."
"Except we don't know where he is," Sam noted. "Or if we'll hear from them soon."
She rubbed her temple and sat down quickly in the chair opposite Sam. He gave her that look again that ordered her to get back into the house.
"So," Amy quickly said, "that brother of yours…did I mention I really want to kick him?"
Sam grinned. "Is he still avoiding the serious-relationship-type conversation?"
"Yes."
"All guys hate that."
"Not you," Amy protested. "You're the most decent guy I know. You always treat a lady right. You always have your priorities set out in front of you. You don't play around with girls."
"Dean is not playing," Sam reassured.
Amy sighed.
"Amy," Sam said gently. "Dean's not great with this stuff…doesn't mean he can't learn…trust me, he'll come around."
"I hope so," Amy bit her lip. "It's like I'm complaining about my biological clock ticking or whatever. I just…I just hate being in the dark."
"He'll shine light soon enough," Sam explained. He smiled and said, "Get in the house and get some sleep. We all didn't just rescue you so you could catch a cold."
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Dean turned in bed when he noticed Amy had returned. He gave her a wry smile but ducked when a pillow came flying at his head.
"What was that for?" Dean protested.
Amy shrugged and smiled. She climbed into her own air mattress and pulled the covers over herself. She muttered, "G'night" and blew a kiss Dean's way. He stared at her strangely as Amy tucked herself into bed and turned her back to him.
Dean shook his head. "Women," he muttered.
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1:26 A.M…
Sam, Dean, and Amy slept quietly in the darkened living room. Their faces were illuminated by the light of the moon that snuck into the room through the curtains.
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Tobias slept with his back against the wall. Jezebel slept quietly in her cot while Young Sam moved uncomfortably in his sleep.
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Sam turned in his bed until he was flat on his back. He took a deep breath and continued to dream.
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Jezebel adjusted herself in the cot and let out a quiet yawn. She rested her arm over her stomach.
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Tobias' eyes popped opened. He breathed: "Amy…"
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Amy moved in bed uncomfortably. Her eyes slowly opened and she whispered, "Tobias…"
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"Jezebel…" Sam whispered.
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"Sam…" Jezebel muttered in her sleep.
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Amy thought: "Tobias, don't hurt Sammy. Please, bring him back to us."
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They didn't use words. Tobias thought back: "Amy…you promised things would be okay. Jezebel's furious."
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"Where is he?" Sam demanded in his head.
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"Safe," Jezebel thought. "With Tobias and I. I still want you, Sam…"
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"Don't do this," Sam begged, "let him go. You both can start off with a clean slate."
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"Jail?" Jezebel questioned. "Sorry. The only option is me having you."
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"I'm sorry about Dean," Amy thought. "Please, Tobias, you helped me once before…you can do it again…"
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"Amy…" Tobias thought sadly. "I'm not sure anymore…I want you…Amy…please…Jezebel's chosen Sam as our sacrifice…as our heart…"
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"You're NOT going to hurt him," Amy threatened. "I swear, if you touch him-"
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"I will finish you, understand?" Sam snapped. "You are not even going to touch him."
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Jezebel's laughter could be heard in Sam's head. The Temptress giggled, "All will be fine once you and Amy come back to us. I promise…"
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"I trusted you," Amy pleaded. "And now you're going to kill someone I care about?" She paused. "Tobias, if I have to, I will kill you.."
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"You can't kill me, my love," Jezebel responded telepathically. "You're too good for that. Sammy won't be hurt as long as I have you forever…"
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"Not happening," Sam replied.
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"Where is he!" Amy demanded. There was no reply. "WHERE IS HE, YOU BASTARD!" she screamed inside of her own head. "TOBIAS! TOBIAS! ANSWER ME! WHERE IS HE!"
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"WHERE ARE YOU, JEZEBEL!" Sam fought back. "I SWEAR TO GOD – TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!"
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Amy thought to herself: "I'll find you, Tobias…I'll find you…"
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"Where are you, dammit?" Sam fought with himself. "Where are you…"
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For Sam and Amy, it was like they were almost flying. They could see trees and the old neighborhoods. They could see their school. Everything was a gigantic blur, like driving through the rain. Their minds continued to stretch across the town. More houses could be seen. More trees. More streets. Cars parked by the sidewalk…
Everything drifted away suddenly. The rain and fog disappeared. The cars and the streets. Amy and Sam were floating back to the house. Over the skies and trees. Until they landed in their beds.
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Sam's upper body flew up in bed. He continued to gasp for air but Sam's hands were now clutched to his aching head. It was the worst migraine ever. He tried to not move and try to block out any sound, but the pain in his head was too agonizing.
Amy's eyes shot opened as she wildly began to cough.
Dean moved slowly in bed but was awakened by Sam's groans and Amy's coughing.
"What the hell…" Dean started until he stared at his brother.
Sam held his head tight between his hands. "Sam!" Dean shouted. He turned around to stare at Amy. She was coughing blood – a lot of – a pool of it was forming on her pillow. "Amy!" he yelled worriedly.
The two psychics were unaware of how much pain they really were in. Amy didn't understand she was coughing blood – she thought something was just stuck in her throat. Sam realized he had the worst migraine in the world – but he didn't know the psychic tensions now growing within him.
The lights in the Winchester home turned on as John and Younger Dean flew out of their beds to see what was happening.
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A/N: OK, I had to make another quick update. My next update shall be tomorrow. I can't wait for "Shadows" next week – I'll just have to live with the re-run on tonight. Hope you're all enjoying – reviews/feedback/comments appreciated! Have a wonderful week!
