Chapter Twenty-Seven – No Stopping Us
3:15 P.M…
Dean's eyes stared blankly up at the clock. Younger Sam had been gone for so long. He wondered if he and his Younger self had the same feeling about the kidnapping. After all, they both basically shared a brother. But Younger Dean is the one who lost Sam…not me…He paced the living room again. Different plans and strategies were being concocted
Missouri and Younger Amy and Dean were in the kitchen fixing everyone's first meal of the day. No one seemed hungry enough to enough, but Missouri thought it a good idea to plan a rescue on a somewhat-full stomach.
John sat at the dining room table looking at the 2005-version of his journal. It made him wish to keep more detailed reports of the things he killed.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Jezebel placed her black leather jacket on and popped the collar. She smiled slyly at her brother who guiltily sat a corner of the basement.
"I'll be back soon, off to get supplies…" Jezebel waved her hand. She turned to Younger Sam before leaving and she blew him a kiss.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Sam and Amy came down the stairs slowly. They came into the living room area where everyone seemed surprise to see them.
Dean, trying not to rush, moved quickly to Amy and placed a hand on her arm.
"You okay?" he asked softly. Hazel eyes meeting brown ones.
Amy smiled weakly. "I'm fine. No more crazy seizures or emotion overload."
Dean reached up and touched her face. He stroked her cheek gently and assured: "We'll get Sammy back…and that crazy ass bitch is going to get what's coming to her…"
She flashed a quick grin before being escorted to the couch. Sam watched with a small smile as his brother led Amy to the sofa and the two sat down close beside each other. He put his arm around her too.
Dean Winchester was never one to be outwardly affectionate to his girlfriends. When he was a teen, he would only place his hand around their hips. Or they would be making out constantly. Sam liked the change Amy had caused within Dean. Their relationship was the only thing at the moment giving Sam a little bit of hope of the situation.
"So, what now?" Younger Dean asked as he came out of the kitchen. He, along with Younger Amy and Missouri, came out with a tray of several sandwiches.
Sam shook his head worriedly. "My bad vibes are coming back…we need to figure things out fast."
"How?" Amy whispered sadly. "Jezebel will know if Tobias tries to help…and after what happened…he won't even try…and what can we do…we have no idea where they are…"
John ran a hand through his hair and touched his clean-shaven face. "Don't worry – I'm getting my son back – there's no way in hell they can stop us."
"Damn straight," Younger Dean muttered as he leaned against the far wall.
The room grew quiet.
"I believe it is up to Sam…" Missouri spoke quietly.
Younger Amy turned her head at the older woman and said, "No pressure…"
Sam stared at Missouri blankly. The woman gave him a small smile and explained, "You are capable of stretching out your mind and finding them…"
"I can't…" Sam whispered, frustrated. "I can't meditate…concentrate…I lose focus…besides, even if I could…Jezebel and Tobias would sense us…they'd be ready."
"I wouldn't be so negative. It's a good plan, boy." Missouri grinned. "Besides…I don't think we should doubt Tobias."
"Why?" Dean snapped as he rubbed Amy's arm comfortingly.
"He's tried to help – twice – but something intervened…" Missouri explained. "It shows that there is good in him." Her eyes went to Amy. "He loves this woman. Yes, it only took him a moment…but he is truly in love with her."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Look, I get that Tempters are uber-sensitive – in my opinion, Tobias may as well do ballet and enjoy Cher – but if he 'loved' Amy…he wouldn't be our enemy. But he is."
Missouri shook her head disapprovingly. "Dean…I know you…more than you would like to know." She gave him a strange look as if she were looking into his soul that very moment. "You've been in love before…yes, some of us in this room are surprised…and if you recall…it took only a glance before you felt it…you won't admit it…but you understand what 'love at first sight' can mean…"
"What are you talking-"
"Cassie…" Missouri said plainly. Dean looked too surprised to say anything. Sam was about to ask something but Missouri added quickly, "This is Dean's business – so no questions, everyone. But Dean…you should have trust in this Tobias. He may be of some use. Which is why we must do all that we can to find Sammy…"
The subject of this Cassie girl was dropped. Neither Amy nor Sam pushed the subject.
Sam had to admit it was interesting his brother had actually been in love before. He couldn't picture it. He had never even heard of a girl named Cassie in Dean's life. Sam wondered how Amy felt about this. But then again, whatever she was feeling must be normal. Amy had been in love too, Sam knew this, and he remembered that she had been very much in love with Doctor Michael Granger.
He shook his head and remembered their "rescue" plan. Sam stared around the room and slapped his hands against his legs.
"So, what do we do?"
Amy sniffed weakly and suggested, "Sam, you should try and concentrate…I know that most of your visions and dreams were random and not voluntarily called upon…but still, try…" She took in a deep breath. "I need to go outside. Sorry," she was apologizing to everyone in the room. "I want to find Sammy as soon as possible…I just need to clear my head…last night I looked for him I sort of had a breakdown-"
"It's okay, darlin'," John nodded. "Get some fresh air. Dean can sit with you. We'll all try and work something out."
Sam agreed and nodded slowly. Suddenly, he turned his head to Younger Amy.
"What?" the teen asked surprised.
A smile began to grow on his face. "I just realized…" Sam whispered. "Amy…technically…you do have psychic potential-"
"Wait, I know what you're getting at," Younger Amy laughed. "Trust me, I'm as useful as a ham sandwich."
"C'mon," Sam suggested. He looked back and forth from Younger Amy to Older Amy. "From what we know, Amy had her first psychic episode when she was four…" Sam turned to his Future friend. "You had the vision of my mom, remember?"
"What-" Younger Dean asked but Sam continued.
"Amy…you've always had your abilities…you've probably used them without even knowing it…" Sam explained. "Maybe you should try and concentrate too. Meditate. You could help. AND Jezebel and Tobias haven't linked to you so you won't be detected as much as Amy or me-"
"B-But," Younger Amy murmured. "Me? Yes, I remember the dream I had of Mrs. Winchester…but I don't think I've ever had any experiences like that before…"
"You can try…" Sam suggested.
"It's true…" Missouri flew in. "After all…you're more connected to Younger Sam than the Future people are. You probably have a better chance of finding him."
"But I can't…" the teen choked out.
Younger Dean approached his friend and placed a hand on her back. "Please, Amy…" he begged quietly. "At least try…"
The look the two teens shared was obvious now. Whatever had grown within their friendship had changed something in themselves. Younger Amy bit her lower lip, like she always did, and sighed: "Alright, I'll try."
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Younger Amy was in the teens' bedroom alone. Sam was upstairs in the bonus room alone. Missouri and John stayed close to the phone downstairs.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
They sat in the grass. The day was cool and breezy. Not even the sound of the birds chirping or the bright sun could make the day feel better.
She leaned against his chest and sat in between his legs. Amy rested her head beside his chin as he placed it by her forehead. Dean's arms were stretched back to balance the two of them. They had been quiet the whole time.
Amy turned sideways so her arm was wrapped around his waist. Dean reached a free arm and wrapped it around her.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
She shrugged. "Still trying to recuperate." Amy sighed. "I'm fine, trust me…"
Dean kissed the top of her head. A kiss from Dean Winchester made things feel better. Amy smiled and pushed herself deeper into his chest.
"We'll get Sammy back…" Dean whispered. "Tobias said he was okay…and hopefully…I reckon he's taking care of him."
"I trust him, Dean," Amy replied slowly. "There is good in him."
He let out a sigh that was signal that Dean didn't like the fact that Amy believed Tobias was a good person.
Amy adjusted herself and sat up slightly. "Trust my judgment. Tobias will help." She sighed. "Somehow."
He glared at her and said, "Amy-"
She kissed him before he could say anything else. He didn't protest. Amy reached up to touch his face. He hadn't shaved that day. Her smooth chin brushed against his rough one. They pulled away slowly, the two staring blankly at each other.
Her hand was still touching his face. "Trust me."
She wasn't asking. She was telling.
Dean reached up for her hand on his face. He held her hand in his and let out a deep breath. He didn't want to talk about Tobias.
Amy thought of a new subject: "Dean?"
"Hmm?"
"I know that you and Sam have been on the road a while…" she brought up the first thing, besides Younger Sam's kidnapping, that troubled her, "when you guys find the thing that killed your mom and Jessica…what will you do?"
He stared at her oddly. "Why are you asking this now?"
"Dean," Amy closed her eyes for a moment. "What happens when all of this is over…"
Amy realized when she used the word "over" Dean flinched.
"Amy…" Dean whispered. "It'll never be over."
She took in a deep breath and asked, "What are you going to do when that thing is taken care of? When you and your father and your brother can finally accept that your mother's death was avenged…what then?"
"What are you asking me?"
She shook her head. "I'm scared for you…for you and Sam…your father too…when will the hunt be over?"
He laughed. "It'll never be over…there will always be monsters…and I'll always be there to take care of 'em. Sammy too."
"You're so sure?" she questioned.
Dean narrowed his eyes at her as if he was still trying to understand what they were talking about.
"Are you worried about us?" Dean asked oddly. "Is that it again…Amy, I thought we were going to wait for the whole 'relationship' talk later…"
"Why not now?" she protested. She adjusted herself again in the grass to where she still sat in between his legs but the two were no longer touching. "We have no idea what to do…and you obviously didn't want to talk about Tobias…so why not now? Haven't you thought about it? What happens when we finally make it through this…we get home…then what? You guys drop me off in Illinois and leave and I don't see you for a couple months?"
"We'll visit, I promise…" Dean rolled his eyes. "You don't have to worry. This isn't some damn fling, okay? That's not how I think of it."
"Then HOW do you think of it," she pushed it.
Dean leaned further back and laughed as if he were tired of the topic.
Amy shook her head and asked, "Dean, we need to talk about this-"
"Why?"
She sighed sadly. Amy muttered, "You may not like the idea of having this 'relationship' talk…but I'm just concerned about the idea that we may not even have a relationship to talk about…"
Dean grew stiff and shook his head; his eyes focused on the backyard and the trees within it.
"Amy, you know what you mean to me-"
"No, actually, I don't."
"Dammit!" Dean choked out. "Why is it that everything has to be defined now? YOU were the one who said that we could wait – BOTH TIMES…" He shook his head and sighed. "Amy, please, I'm begging you…lets get through all of this and then we can focus on us…there are more important things to worry about."
"Am I not important…" she whispered.
This struck him hard. Dean shook his head and replied quickly, "You mean so much to me…"
"I know that we've been best friends for a long time…" Amy whispered. "But is there more in store for us? I admit, I hate that you guys are always out there putting your lives in danger…and even after you get rid of the monster that killed your mom, you're still going to hunt?...I just…I just…I want to make sure we're both aware of what we're getting ourselves into…"
She was so tempted to let her mind free and to search Dean for his emotions – to find what he was truly feeling about their "relationship." But she stopped herself short. The look on his face was enough for her.
"Tell me the truth…" Amy asked slowly. "You're really not in the mood to talk about the whole us-thing, are you…"
Dean pursed his lips and sighed. "Amy, I just want to get all of this out of the way first…"
She shook her head. Amy rose to her feet slowly and looked down at Dean. "But like you said…it'll never be over…so there'll never be a time to have an us."
He stared at her questionably.
Amy stepped over his leg and headed toward the house.
Dean quickly jumped to his feet and called to her: "Hey!"
Amy turned around slowly.
He was breathing deeply. Dean narrowed his eyes at her and asked slowly, "What the hell just happened…"
She held her head high – the only way to stop her from crying. Amy replied: "Nothing happened, Dean. Nothing will ever happen. So you don't have to worry now. Neither of us will have to worry about what the future holds. 'Cause obviously, it doesn't matter…hunting will always be your priority…the only thing I can do for you is to let you be free to do it."
Before Dean could protest, Amy walked quickly to the house and disappeared pass the glass doors.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Jezebel skipped down the basement stairs carrying a large brown paper bag with her.
Tobias rose from the floor, with Younger Sam, and asked, "What is it?"
The Temptress smiled and dropped the bag on the floor. "Had to get things for the ceremony." She turned to Younger Sam. "Don't worry child, you'll be drugged during the whole thing…no pain…just death."
Younger Sam's eyes grew wide in fear as he drew closer to the corner.
Tobias came forward and pleaded, "Must we do this?"
Her evil grin grew. Tobias felt his sister's hand rest gently against his cheek.
"It will be fine, I promise…" Jezebel whispered sweetly. "Now get the table ready. I'll create the altar. And tonight…we live."
O.O.O.O.O.O.
7:30 P.M…
It felt as if weeks had gone by.
It was unfortunate for Younger Amy for she found herself sleeping for about two hours. She had tried to meditate and concentrate so long she had grown tired. She didn't even realize it. When she awoke, she had cried for a good half hour before Younger Dean came in to comfort her.
Sam had no luck. His psychic abilities seemed to wan.
No one understood why Amy and Dean weren't talking to one another. Missouri suggested that she fix everyone something to eat. But no one was hungry. No one had appetite. John had secretly wept in his bedroom. Everyone was now anxious. The night worried them. The sky had grown darker.
What if Younger Sam was already dead? What if the Tempters were hiding somewhere 100 miles away? What if they were already on their way to a new city to stare a new life for them?
Amy paced the living room while John and Dean sat on the couch. Missouri sat at the dining room table with Younger Amy while Younger Dean and Sam stood by the windows, staring into the dark sky.
"We should do something…" Amy mumbled quickly. "At least drive around…maybe one of us could pick off some psychic scent and find him…we have to try something…"
Sam turned around but said nothing. The room was silent again.
"C'mon, dammit! Someone think of something!" Amy shouted.
John rose to his feet and whispered, "Simmer down Aimes, we all just have to focus."
Dean got up from the couch and whispered, "Yes, lets all focus."
"I'm doing that okay!" Amy shouted back, her voice directed angrily at Dean.
"Look, I'm just trying to help-"
"Don't!"
"Goddamit, woman-"
"Don't you start that-"
"HEY!" John shouted between the two. "You're adults now – the fighting should have stopped ages ago."
Amy shook her head and laughed. "Unfortunately, I'm the only one who's grown up."
"Oh please," Dean rolled his eyes, "the only thing you can still think about are boyfriends-"
"Boys were the LEAST of my concerns when I was a teenager – and NOW too," Amy fought back.
"HEY!" Younger Dean yelled as he joined the group. "MY LITTLE BROTHER IS OUT THERE, OKAY! CAN WE PLEASE FOCUS!"
Amy crossed her arms over her chest and turned her back to Dean.
Dean gritted his teeth toward her and mumbled underneath his breath: "I need some air."
He headed toward the front door. John and Younger Dean reluctantly followed.
Missouri and Younger Amy watched as the three men left.
Amy, in distress and rage, tossed her hands into the air and headed toward upstairs.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Sam followed close behind as Amy ran into the bonus room. She turned quickly and just as Sam got inside she closed the door and locked it.
"I AM thinking of little Sammy, okay?" she cried aloud. "Dean is not my concern at the moment, SAMMY is…I want to fi-find him, but I just don't know how…"
Sam quickly reached out for her and pulled Amy against his chest. He held her tight and rested his head on hers. "Sshhh…" he whispered smoothly. "It's okay…we all want to find him…it's okay…"
Amy sniffed back the tears and pulled away to look at Sam. "It's so hard…I hate feeling so useless…before everything came perfectly into order…we knew how to stop the bad things…and now…we're completely helpless…we're completely helpless…"
She buried her face into his hoodie. Sam held her tighter.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
"I want to find Sammy too, trust me," Dean growled as he paced the driveway. "It's just so hard to devise a strategy – we have no idea what to do!"
John stuck his hands into his pockets and whispered, "Let's figure one out then, right here, right now."
Younger Dean nodded.
"Fine," Dean laughed. "Rule One: NO FEMALES."
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Amy tilted her head up at Sam. "Lets find Sammy."
"Okay, lets get downstairs and do that – we have to talk to the others," Sam smiled, relieved.
"No no no…" Amy whispered. "Right here…now…"
He stared at her strangely and his eyes were asking the questioned: "How?"
Amy took in a deep breath and noted, "When the four of us were first linked…you and I, with all our hearts, wanted to find where they were…that's when you first discovered your new power…"
"Yeah, but I can't mediate – you know that-"
"Let me help you…"
Sam was taken back by this. He understood what she was getting at. "No, Amy, no. The LAST time you coughed so much blood, I thought you were going to-"
"If we work together, if we concentrate together, like the last time…we only have to hold on long enough to find Sammy…then you break the connection…I'll be okay – I know it!"
"Amy, no…" Sam shook his head. "Missouri warned us that this is not natural for you…you'll pay the price you know that."
"Sam…" Amy whispered sadly. "Please…it's the only way, we have to do this now…"
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Dean stared at the starlit sky. He sighed. "We should get back inside. We have to find Sammy now."
O.O.O.O.O.O.
They sat Indian-style in front of one another. Sam didn't like the idea, but so far it was the only thing that seemed worth doing.
Sam and Amy reached across their bent knees and held hands.
"Try linking to each other…and then…when we know the time is right…we have to think of Sammy…of finding him…" Amy whispered. "Ready?"
"Ready…"
They weren't exactly sure of what they were doing. The two closed their eyes and their hands grasped with one another.
Amy focused first on Sam. She was touching his skin. She could smell him. She envisioned him.
Sam focused back on Amy. He pictured her face and stroked her smooth hands.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Younger Amy sighed at the dining room table. Missouri stared at the teen sadly, but then her eyes turned upward toward the bonus room.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Sammy…Amy thought. Sammy…where are you…we're going to find you…
Sam…Sam thought. My Past self…where are you…we're looking for you…c'mon, dammit, work, please…
Sammy…
Sam…
Sammy…
Where are you…
There was a strange feeling within Amy. She was mentally begging for help. Her eyes opened. She was afraid she had broken their concentration.
Standing directly behind Sam was the ghost of Mary Winchester.
She smiled down at Amy. Mary, in her beautiful white nightgown, her blonde hair flowing beside her cheeks, whispered: "Things will be fine, Amy…I'll help…"
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The Deans and John came back inside. John asked Missouri as he searched the living room: "Where's Amy? Sam?"
O.O.O.O.O.O.
It was like being sucked into a tornado. Amy felt nauseated. Her eyes were closed.
Sam didn't understand what was happening. He couldn't open his eyes. But he was seeing so much…
They could both see trees. They gazed upon the entire city of Lawrence. They could see their school and the old shops they went to.
It was like they were flying. Everything seemed blurry but they could make out everything.
While Sam still sat perfectly in his position, Amy's hands were shaking terribly.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Dean led the way as everyone followed up the stairs to the bonus room.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Cars were parked in the street. More trees. More familiar roads.
And there it was. Clear as crystal.
The Winchester's old home.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
"SAM! AMY!" Dean knocked on the door louder.
There was no reply. Suddenly, Dean heard from within: "Oh God-AMY!"
Dean turned wildly toward the door and took a step down on the stairs. John braced his Future son as Dean raised his leg and kicked the door down.
Luckily, the door missed Sam who was cradling Amy in his arms.
"What-" Dean muttered but he ran into the room and dropped to his knees.
Amy was unconscious.
"What the hell happened!" Dean barked angrily at his brother.
Missouri came in and knelt beside Amy. Younger Dean and Amy came into the room and watched.
Sam looked up and explained quickly: "They're at our old house." Everyone looked at him oddly. "They're at our house! They have Sammy…I saw it…they have him tied to a table…Jezebel was preparing a shot – a drug, I think – for Sammy…they're doing it now, we HAVE to go…"
John nodded his head and said quickly, "Dean, Sam, we'll go now – Missouri, you look after Amy…" He turned to stare at Younger Dean and Amy. "You two stay and watch out for them – in case the Tempters get loose from us and decide to com here."
"Let me go-" Younger Dean protested.
John shook his head and said, "Do this for me, son. Look after them…help Amy…"
The older Winchester stared at his Future sons. "Lets go."
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Amy's unconscious body was placed on the couch. She couldn't be revived. Her breathing was slow but her heart was beating fast. Missouri placed a wet, cold towel on her forehead.
The psychic turned to see John, Dean, and Sam preparing their duffel bags.
"We'll be back soon, everything will be okay," John assured. Younger Dean and Amy stood in the main hall with the door wide opened.
"Hurry back," Missouri warned. "Be careful."
John nodded. He left the living room and Sam and Dean followed but not before taking one last glance at Amy.
"Take care of her," Sam whispered.
Dean stared at her sleeping body. "Remind her that everything is going to be okay, tell her-"
"C'MON!" John was heard yelling from outside.
Dean bit his lip and he and Sam left quickly out the door.
Younger Dean and Amy stared from the door as the three quickly climbed into the black Impala. Sam gave the teens a hopeful look before the car's engine started and the Impala reversed quickly out of the driveway and sped down the street.
The teenagers held hands as they mentally prayed for their safety. And that they wouldn't be too late.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
A/N: Sorry for taking so long, a lot of stuff happening this week... "Time Loop" is almost over…! Two chapters, I guess…
Sorry if this chapter was frustrating for some of you…I was writing rather quickly 'cause I wanted to update ASAP.
Hope you all enjoyed, Reviews/Comments appreciated. Next chapter coming ASAP!
