Harvelle Supernatural

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

A/N: There is a slight lemon scene.


Chapter 50: A long recovery

How do you tell the authorities, the feds, and news about Richard Roman Enterprise trying to poison America using SucroCorp without mentioning Leviathans, Demons, and Winchesters? Luckily, as much as I hate Crowley, he covered it with the flash drive and destroying SucroCorp to let it settled on words. I lied saying during Dick Roman's photoshoot in Columbus that I overheard him of killing somebody, out of fear I tried to escape to inform the police, but Dick's bodyguards grabbed me before I could reach my car. One officer asked why I didn't speak out when being in the open under Dick's watch. My answer was he threated to kill my friends, he would kill Cheryl and cover her death in an accident, and no one would notice. Also, that Dick killed a girl name Polly with the sweetener. And that Dick kidnapped Kevin Tran, I tried to help him escape but afterward was a blurred.

Doctors stopped the interview saying I need to recover. It would be a week before I was out of the hospital with Sam's help. He hasn't left my side since Dean killing Dick. In the haze, I tried to convince him to go out and find Dean and Castiel or inform the hunter community. Sam says I was a top priority, and Dean would understand. Frustrated, I told him to give me his laptop. Using hidden accounts to contact the hunter community about what has happened. That the King of Hell, demons have kidnapped Kevin Tran and to keep an eye out for him. Kevin was my responsibility, and I failed him. I promised to protect him, and after being tormented by Dick, a demon stabbing me in the back of an artery to take me down. I should have given him my number or something to communicate in case he somehow managed to escape. However, with so much going on with Dick, and how the damn leviathan has messed with my clairvoyance…I feel broken.

Once I was released, Sam and I were shocked to meet a few lawyers who worked for the individual food companies that merged with Roman Enterprises; even Biggerson wants to negotiate a contract and a non-disclosure agreement in what happened with Roman Enterprises. They were saving their sorry asses in the most prominent mistake that could have led to genocides. I told them I would think about it, knowing as a hunter there is already a mandatory non-disclosure agreement. Sam suggested we take it; the authorities said they have enough to make a case without me. So, the following day, I signed the agreement and got the check of probably millions of dollars for my silence.

Afterwards, Sam and I got in the Impala heading back to Columbus. Nothing was spoken between us; even the radio was turned off. Are we mourning or thinking? I don't know, but my clairvoyant abilities can't detect Dean or Castiel. Unable to confirm if they are alive or fucking dead. Dick is dead, that is for sure. Kevin…he's alive. But I can't tell where he is. Sometimes I wonder what the point in having this ability if they don't bloody damn work is!

By the time we reach Columbus, back at my apartment, I must figure out how to tell everything to Cheryl. She already knows of the Supernatural after meeting Sam and Dean. The moment I saw my best female friend, the first thing was a hug as we both cried. We sat down as I tried to tell her what happened the past three months. Also, that she can't write a story about it. That I signed an agreement never to share any SucroCorp or other Roman Enterprises details.

"What now?" Cheryl asked.

"I don't know," I lied. "But I can't stay here anymore."

"What?" Cheryl asked in shocked.

"I watched everyone die in Americana Magazine," I answered, as tears fell. "I've been raped and abused by the most powerful man. Right now, I need to keep moving. But staying in one place is not the answer."

"Sky," Cheryl whispered taking my hand. "All I want is you to be happy."

I nodded, "I 'll make sure rent is paid, so you are cover until you find a roommate or until the lease is up."

Cheryl nodded in understanding.

Once done talking I went to my bedroom where Sam was. He was on his computer trying to communicate with the others on Kevin sightings. Sadly, there wasn't. He looked up at me with concern eyes. There is no doubt he knows what I've been through since the kit was mention many times. Sam set his laptop aside but didn't move. Taking a deep breath, I sat down and curled to his form. This surprised Sam as he tensed yet he gingerly wrapped his arm around me.

"We need to find Kevin," I whispered.

"We will," Sam assured. "All our hunter friends are keeping an eye out. Right now, we need to focus on you."

"I don't know what I want," I whispered. "I feel so numb; my psychic abilities are out of whack. If I want to continue as a normal photographer, or quit and be a hunter with everything I inherit."

Sam rubbed my back not realizing I was shacking.

"Do you know what Dean would say in this situation: get out on the road just the two of us. The two of us against the world." He said. "Let's just drive until something happened."

So, a few days of packing up my room, and sending a check to Cheryl for the rest of the lease's rent and the three months we left. I have a suitcase packed, my things in storage, and saying goodbye to Cheryl and Alfie; we headed off. Sam did his best to keep things positive, reminding me the time when we first lost Dean, how he fell into alcohol, depression and possible suicide. Now it was my turn, though as we drove my focus was on researching everything Bobby documented on Purgatory, leviathans, previous sightings of Demons and Kevin. A few months have past and nothing.

We are entering Texas after searching New Mexico. Our trip in finding Kevin and Dean was mandatory. There was news on possible cases every time we made a stop. I asked Sam if we should solve them, but he didn't seem interested, more focus on Kevin, so I would do some quick research before sending word to nearby hunters with possibilities of what the creatures could be. But today, it was a rare rainy day, practically a storm. My stomach was unsettled since it was hard to see through the pitter patter. Days like these I wished we took my jeep since it was elevated, and better windshield wipers.

"Skylar, why don't you find us a hotel or something," Sam said out of the silence.

"Okay," I replied pulling out my phone to do some research.

As I look, we found ourselves on a curvy road. Several minutes, I started to feel car sick that I look up for a breather when a clash of lighting and something on four legs walked across the road.

"Sam, look out!" I shouted.

Sam saw the canine and turned the wheel swerving. Everything happened so fast. Luckily Sam hit the breaks that we didn't collide with the trees or ditch. Once stopped, I rushed out to see what we hit. There on the ground was a dog while his back leg was bleeding. Freaking out, realizing we hit a dog. I shouted for Sam to help me carry the injured animal. Shocked, Sam complied setting the dog in the back seat. I wrapped a towel around him, and check his neck to see if there was a collar or any identification. Sadly, there wasn't, so pulling my cell phone I search for an animal hospital and order Sam to take us there.

We were freaking out.

.o0o.

I opened the door as Sam brought the dog in.

"Help!" I shouted to the receptionist.

"We need help," Sam panicked. "The dog needs help."

The nurse came over surprised pointing at the door, "That way!"

We entered the room following her instructions as Sam set the dog on the medical table. "He just came out of nowhere, right in front of our car. We need a doctor. Are you a doctor?"

"The doctor's coming, Sir." The nurse said. "But I'm not sure…"

"Of what?" I interrupted. "This is an animal hospital! You save animals!"

"Ma'am," The nurse started.

"Save this animal!" Sam bellowed.

"Roberta, can you escort the couple out, please." A woman enters with dark hair. On her lab coat, her name tag read Dr. Amelia Richardson.

Roberta rolled her eyes, "Yes."

"I did this," Sam whispered, looking at the injured dog's leg.

We were escorted out and set in the waiting room. We were overwhelmed. We hunted many things, yet hitting a dog scared us more than anything. The furry animal just came out of nowhere on the road. I took Sam's hand, as we waited for the dreaded news.

It would be a couple of hours before the vet came out. She gave a reassuring smiled, as Sam and I stood up to talk about the situation.

"How is he?" I asked.

"He's sustained some serious internal bleeding; there are at least two leg fractures that I can see right now." Dr. Richardson answered. "But with some TLC, he should through for you two."

Sam and I sighed in relief.

"Thanks, doctor," Sam said.

"You're gonna take the dog," She instructed.

We both stiffened. Uh, we had no intentions of keeping the dog. We thought there was a possibility the dog was chipped since there was no collar on him. Hoping an implanted chip would find his owners.

"Look, I-we would." Sam started. "He's . . . not ours."

"He's not anybody's," She countered

Dr. Richardson stepped forward, "Don't you think you're responsible?"

"That's why we brought him here," I defended.

She scoffed looking at the nurse, "Roberta, could you hand this couple their trophy on their way out, please?" Then looked at Sam. "Well, maybe if you were such an upstanding go you wouldn't hit him in the first place?"

Sam clenched his lip, "Fine. We'll take him."

"There's my hero." Dr. Richardson said, then left back into the room.

Sighing, having no choice but to take the dog. As the doctor went to tend the canine's wounds, I paid the bill and other necessary needs for Fido. Sam carried the dog back to the Impala while I joined him to make sure he was comfortable.

"You know this break one of Dean's rule," I said petting the dog's fur.

"Yeah," Sam said before getting in and drove towards a dog-friendly hotel.

The next morning, I was petting the dog. After doing some research, I discover the fella was an Austrian Shepard. Doctor Richardson, the vet who treated him, gave precise instructions. Although the poor doggy must wear the cone of shame, so he doesn't bite his stitches out. Let alone the cast on his front left leg.

"I know, I know, they suck," I cooed rubbing his back.

The door opened as Sam came in with dog food and our breakfast. He was talking on the phone with a grim look. Something was not right, as the dog and I look at him. He sighed thanking the other person on end then hang upsetting the food down. Sam then sat down next to me taking my hand.

"Sky…it's Kevin," He slowly said.

Staring at his reaction my heart drop and eyes water, "No…"

"I got word from Tara, a friend of my dad; she helped some hunters who were after demons. Sadly, in the chaos, the demon killed Kevin…and…possessed his body."

So even now, if I want to know if Kevin was still alive…his body would be because of the demon. I've failed. We spent two months trying to find Kevin…and I failed him. Just as I failed Polly and so many people. The emotions build up that I began to sob. Kevin was dead. I promised to get him home and safe, and he was dead and worse…body possessed. I don't know if I dare to see his body, seeing that innocent face sparking black eyes.

Sam wrapped his arms around me as I cried. He comforts me saying how sorry he was. Kevin is gone, that leaves finding out a way to find Dean and Castiel, or at least confirmation if they are alive or not. The dog whimpered resting his head on my lap. Looking down, I petted him.

"Can we keep him?" I asked.

Sam sighed, "Whatever makes you happy. Just no human names."

I pouted.

Sam got up and made the dog his breakfast bringing it over, so the furry beast could eat.

"While you were out I got a call from Roberta, she arranges a checkup next Tuesday," I said trying to change the subject on Kevin.

"Noted," Sam said as he gave me my breakfast.

We ate in silence not saying much afterward.

.o0o.

A few days went by as Sam went to pay the next day's bill. He decided to take a part-time job to help Everette until the janitor, well his dad gets better. So as Sam fixes things around the motel I've been busy in research to find Dean and Castiel. At first, I was hesitant when staring at my medallion. But thinking about Kevin…I need to suck it up and at least try. So, putting the medallion on, I concentrated my claircognizance in search of the details Sam and Dean acquired from the tablet and its sources. All I was getting was purgatory. But it didn't make sense. What about purgatory other than being the home of monsters.

Sam came in looking exhausted.

He turned his gaze to the dog and me comfortable on the bed.

"You two looked comfortable," Sam said.

"Sorry to say this Sam, but you've been demoted from your cuddle buddy post." I teased, then checked the time to see it was dog's antibiotic time.

"Mind getting the peanut butter and pills?" I asked.

Sam nodded as he went over the counter to collect what has been required. He scooped up the peanut butter on a spoon, inserting the pill and covered it. Next joined us on the bed bringing the spoon up to the dog's face. The dog sniffed it before licking the peanut butter off the spoon and consumed the pill. Sam checked the dog's stitches.

"I got to say, I've seen a lot of stitches in my time, and Dr. Richardson got excellent hands," Sam commented.

I stared at him, "That was creepy just there."

"You think I'm creepy?" Sam asked with a goofy grin.

"Well, you do buy all your clothing at army surplus." I started. "White supremacist does that."

"Yeah, but I'm -not-." He defended.

"Drifting serial killers do that," I added. "And your victims are monsters."

Sam chuckled, "Fair enough."

"And based on your alias that provides to the public, you come from nowhere, you appear to be going nowhere, and you've 'seen a lot of stitches.' That's mainly creepy."

Sam shook his head with a laugh and stared at me with a serious in a dramatic look, "If I'm a creepy serial killer, then you are a high functioning sociopath."

"Ooh, playing the Sherlock Card," I murmured.

"Okay, maybe not." He replied, as he took hold of my feet and started rubbing it. "But you have no idea where you are going too."

I sighed petting the dog, "I don't know Sam."

"Sky, I will give you time, and we don't have to talk about it. But what Dick did to you and made you do wasn't your fault."

I closed my eyes trying not to remember.

"I was trained by the best hunters and the goddess of wisdom to be a great hunter." I started. "I know how to defeat demons, appeased ghost, detect monster manipulation, and more. But the leviathans…they were something I never saw. As if all the monsters we encounter formed into one creature. Dick, every time he touched me made me sick. He knew me more than I knew myself from all our memories draped in small fragments of DNA. And when he touched me, I felt all the primal instincts. The hunger, the power, the greed, and lust. Desperately, I tried to block it so that I wouldn't be tempted as War. But he knew you, Dean, Bobby, Cheryl, anyone he could hurt."

I took another deep breath, "There were moments Dick watched out for me. He spoiled me in a sense. Showed me a life, eating the organic meals, clothes…he even protected me from the borax bomb. However, when you, Dean, and Charlie tried to save me and get the tablet…. when you escape there was a chance of escaping from him. As he ate one of his goons in is the rage. I froze in fear. There was my chance, yet I froze. Dick tortured me in ways Crowley would be please and raped me a few times. I hated it. Being taken like an animal. Feeling his teeth sinking into my flesh marking me over and over, and over again until he was satisfied. I hated myself for every unwanted bliss. Deep down I tried to imagine it was you…except any thought would lead to pain."

Tears started falling, "The confident researcher was gone. I was holding onto a thread. I was kept alive for three months because Dick's instincts imprinted on me to mate. I was a slave, the longer I was on his leash, the more lives were added on. First Polly and then Kevin. Dick didn't die alone; he took my confidence with him."

Sam watched sadly as I cried. He moved closer hugging me close.

"I'm sorry," Sam said. "I should have been there for you."

He was possibly thinking about the confrontation Dean made after Bobby's death. It was only natural for Sam to comfort his brother first. Anyone would comfort their family first after a death.

"It wasn't your fault," I mumbled. "It would happen sooner or later."

Sam sighed.

"I just want the feeling of Dick off me," I sighed. "It's taking all my power not to flinch from anyone's touches. Even yours…"

Nothing was said after that other than, "Dog needs a walk."

Quickly putting my sneakers on, along with a leash to walk the dog around the lot. I don't want to see his pity. I spent a week in the hospital seeing his sympathy and others who checked on me. No more of it.

.o0o.

It would be after dusk when I returned with the dog with takeout. A nice long walk was needed to feel calm and relaxed. Sure, it was wrong to run away from my problems. But I can't have Sam staring at me with Pity. I know he has been trying to make me feel better.

As I enter the room, Sam was on the couch.

"Hey, sorry it took so long, but I brought dinner," I said setting the take-out bag on the counter. Got it from a local dinner so there should be a less chance of having artificial additives. "I got us something that shouldn't have corn syrup. Hopefully, by next month there be no stoner goods on the shelf."

"Skylar," Sam spoke out, as he stood up and walked over.

I turned around facing him seeing his determined gaze. Oh no, please not the talk again.

"I don't pity you, okay," Sam said. "I don't."

My eyes widen as we stared at each other.

"You and I—we're a lot of things, but we're not to be pitied." He continued. "I look at you and see a damn good huntress. Probably better than me. But never will I take pity on you. You are the woman I love. Someone I care about so deeply that it kills me to know you went through this type of hell, one that no Death wall or healing magic could resolve. I'm here for you and will do whatever you want. "

Wait did he just said…love?

"God damn you, Sam," I whispered, before leaning up and kissing him with my desperation.

Sam stumbled back before wrapping his arms around me. I dashed my tongue across his lips, and he followed the teasing, pressing his mouth against to mine and tangling his tongue along mine. We were shoving each other's clothes. Pushing his shirt over his shoulders. He grabbed hold of it and tossed it at the floor. I sighed, pressing my hands on his biceps and onto his chest feeling his warmth, his heartbeat. Sam kissed my forehead as he lifted my shirted, revealing my breast. Bowing his head, he kissed along Dick's bite marks that scared on my left shoulder. A deep sigh escaped, as I cradled his face and brought him to a kiss while pressing my breast against his chest, and he moaned, gliding his hands to the backs of my thighs and carried us to the bed.

Laying us down, his hands slide down my jeans and carefully tugged them off tossing aside. He worked on his jeans and stopped staring at me. His calloused hands were caressing my thighs.

"If you want me to stop, just say so whenever," Sam murmured.

I sat up and cradle his cheek, "thank you."

Sam gave a small smiled and kissed me.

That night was soft a gentle than any sex we have. When we were done in bliss. My head rested on Sam's chest as his arm was wrapped around me rubbing my back.

"Did you meant what you said?" I asked.

"As in?" Sam asked.

"The woman you love?" I repeated.

Sam adjusted, so our eyes met, "I love you, Skylar."

My eyes watered for hearing this, "I love you too."

We kissed with much love.

.o0o.

When I opened my eyes, there was a third person in the room. A figure was kneeling down as he petted the dog. For a moment I thought it was Sam, yet he had his arms wrapped around me in the bed. A few seconds later of officially waking up to realize who the person was. I gasped surprised sitting up straight while holding the blanket close to my chest.

"Jesse!"

Sam stirred then was surprised as he sat up making sure the blanket covered his privates. "Jesse, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see Sky," the cambion said. "You guys got a new dog? What's his name?"

"Um, Jesse, why don't you give him a walk?" I said.

"Sure," Jesse said as he grabbed the leash and a doggy bag before going out.

I sighed looking at Sam who was beet red as I am. Guess I've to give Jesse the talk about privacy and knocking. God, I hope Tony gave him the talk. Sam and I quickly washed up and got dressed before our younger friend came in.

"He did his business," Jesse said. "What's his name?"

"Um…we haven't named him yet," Sam answered.

Jesse eyes widen, "Can I name him?"

"Uh…sure," Sam answered.

"Awesome," Jesse said as he petted the dog. "You're gonna be…Riot."

"Riot it is," I chuckled. "Shall we go get breakfast?"

"It's lunchtime," Jesse said before coming over and hugging me. "I missed you."

I hugged him back, "I missed you too."

"Well, there's a good BBQ place," Sam said. "You up for it Jesse?"

The cambion nodded with a grinned.

I chuckled.

No matter what, Jesse is one who can make me smile so easily.


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